Poetry speaks of
plenty. But hunger conceals
not one thing at all.

reverence and water for each of our daughters
our sons are beyond our command
our souls get out of hand and require
our patient attention to bring back the necessary completion
if you wish to become a poet then stop
stealing your words from others
start to observe the meeting point of nothing
relish in imperfection and you’ll become as sweet as honey
so come again and we will make our journey
to the streets, to the ****-holes and the hovels
in the cornfields
rishis greet you with a bow
so tropical ideals seem irrelevant now
somehow you are lost
i can sense it by the way you toss your hair back
you are anxious and i am smiling at your negligent cough
stroll along the boulevard looking for apples
rest in the stores that don’t seem too commercial
i have stretched my body now i stretch my mind
i have lost my love but she will return
i am confident as a god
i am as suspicious as a pirate
i am grumpy as a hungry man
without any brandy
i am landed wealth
i am the aristocrat's fate
i am napolean’s secretary
i am the human race
vehicles of passion lead to disaster
if you read Siddhartha you will know the answer
to the young person’s nightmare
what to do with time that repeats
all the ways which we have lost our minds
i hate to break it to you but the world is a mess
even if you do your best
you're still liable to witness suffering
and being a part of a community may be the answer
but for somebody
other people’s company is truly hell

caress the creatures at your side
and bring them into their highest vibration
turn them inside out till they shout
penetrate me with your presence
the essence is perfect here and now
grown out of pumping
you start touching her desperation
she releases over and over
her fingers pass through the channels of the night
gliding lightly upon the surface of your body
as ducks prepare for morning’s flight
into every morning’s dream
love comes at last
but your expectations are blocking you from receiving
that which surpasses your mind’s narrow visions
you let go of goals and become as golden as the fire
candles and bronze statues may offer perfect forms
but perceptions are born, worn, and torn
long before you can even view them

words are lotus blossoms growing in muddy water reaching upward for
your heart now is the bottomless pit pointing towards oblivion repeating
yourself again and again i am never lonely said the powerful goddess
dearest tender soul with golden eyelashes comb my hair with folded
fingers i am the bringer of the harvest fresh fruit impresses the stars to
bursting as celestial songs abound and resound throughout eternity's
garden sri ram jai ram jai jai ram pulsing with yerba the santos sing
drunken Ubuntu if the juries find you guilty green gardenias will
blossom cascading droplets of thyme’s silence the smell of jasmine
flowers shower the dawn am i wrong to admit that i have always loved
you true this moment is just a passing tone on its own insignificant yet
strung together like tea leaves worn around the neck of children to
protect them from broken-hearted sirens use this love wisely for
whoever entrusted you with this warrior’s shield is counting on you to
hold on and yield not to the arms of any man’s brokenness
stubbornness is willful misguidance you are the beauty of a thousand
rainbows repeating the words of god colors shine in empty minded
splendor only for wisdom’s sake you shine new like the dawn and twice
as strong forever laughing at the caterpillar’s folly home is more likely
to be found while you are alone then with another more often than not i
have witnessed the distress of a tigress at seeing her cubs taken from
her arms vipers send silent signals that in turn signal the dancers to
start their turns in spiral arms of the galaxies my burning feet follow the
sun hot like coal the deserts bottom is made of sandstone and cotton
forests of flowering malanga and taro tell fortunes to the stars dream in
repose and stormy weather i am never afraid to become young and
open to the other in contact’s proximity breath becomes fire while
hearts send images into the ether read the words written upon blades
of sword wielding soldiers their fathers left them for far too long youth is wasted on television’s plagiarism heaven’s songs are formed in
basements by angels strung out and love struck with crazy wisdom
bracelets made from shackles intimidating cackles and feathers
reaching for the sun in moonlight’s quiver silver arrows gather words are lotus blossoms growing in muddy water reaching upward for
your heart now is the bottomless pit pointing towards oblivion repeating
yourself again and again i am never lonely said the powerful goddess
dearest tender soul with golden eyelashes comb my hair with folded
fingers i am the bringer of the harvest fresh fruit impresses the stars to
bursting as celestial songs abound and resound throughout eternity's
garden sri ram jai ram jai jai ram pulsing with yerba the santos sing
drunken Ubuntu if the juries find you guilty green gardenias will
blossom cascading droplets of thyme’s silence the smell of jasmine
flowers shower the dawn am i wrong to admit that i have always loved
you true this moment is just a passing tone on its own insignificant yet
strung together like tea leaves worn around the neck of children to
protect them from broken-hearted sirens use this love wisely for
whoever entrusted you with this warrior’s shield is counting on you to
hold on and yield not to the arms of any man’s brokenness
stubbornness is willful misguidance you are the beauty of a thousand
rainbows repeating the words of god colors shine in empty minded
splendor only for wisdom’s sake you shine new like the dawn and twice
as strong forever laughing at the caterpillar’s folly home is more likely
to be found while you are alone then with another more often than not i
have witnessed the distress of a tigress at seeing her cubs taken from
her arms vipers send silent signals that in turn signal the dancers to
start their turns in spiral arms of the galaxies my burning feet follow the
sun hot like coal the deserts bottom is made of sandstone and cotton
forests of flowering malanga and taro tell fortunes to the stars dream in
repose and stormy weather i am never afraid to become young and
open to the other in contact’s proximity breath becomes fire while
hearts send images into the ether read the words written upon blades
of sword wielding soldiers their fathers left them for far too long youth is
wasted on television’s plagiarism heaven’s songs are formed in
basements by angels strung out and love struck with crazy wisdom
bracelets made from shackles intimidating cackles and feathers
reaching for the sun in moonlight’s quiver silver arrows gather

all the girls have seven bodies
all the world has seven forms
your anxiety is nothing
compared to the psychopathy in all


bliss
is blistered
and busy
interviewing itself
on television
while
useless
people
personify
themselves

pretenses and fear fornicating with stars quantum children do no harm teepee poles and totem sticks justice has no equivalence retrofit your darkness burn the images in your fridge the ice will melt and liquid will fill the streets you are everyone you meet you are entire galaxies you are the face of divinity remember your words are heard by angel-eyed realtors operating candy factories men cooler than the open windows frozen in warmer climates a cactus breathes her empty eyelids islands are jazz rising from the depths of your spine kundalini rising now ever after crazy wisdom ontological phrenologies keeping time and rhythm of the bees depth is measured with a stick visions torn from the quicksand sinking below your feet understand the timing of the streets please perfect yourself correct the grammar and mistakes this homework is the price we paid for love her magic gave all she had was all she made triumphant and free willow reeds Yemanja came to me up beyond the stars and space her armpits almost caressed my face almost went almost came released

lovers forever
undercover, the giver
of pleasure awakes