words take up space like cows
and eat the fields of our mouths
sew the seeds of drought
from over-consumption
we learn to go without

a broken covenant
saturday's paper can no longer cover our shadows
so we wait for sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance with destiny
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured hastily
this uncertainty is wild like the grass
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
upon looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten
by merchants who never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands
of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps
to join a pack of wolves
such as France's right-wing
troubadours

blinded by sunlight
in touch with nighttime’s wisdom
if you feel it then let it rock you
until you are broken open
by the melody so haunting
like ghosts in the afternoon
upon the banks of that lonely river
i swim for miles
and reach the shore by your house
if you are home
you never let me know it
still i walk the shoreline
and seek the peace of invisibility
as the hunting of the gulls
transforms my tiredness
into liberation
our situation is comical
shrouded in mystery
the evidence lingers upon our skin
we are guilty of the crimes of love
keeper of the drum’s heartbeat
imperceptible and clean as a whistling ******
sleep over my house tonight
and run your fingers through my hair
beauty doesn’t dare respect your boundaries
she transgresses the whole set of rules
and purposefully rubs your face in her superiority
i am bundled like a pile of logs
ready for the fireplace
green as the waves
if you wish to complain go somewhere else
you say there are no more unicorns
but i saw one yesterday
for real or was it a dream
its hard to tell these days
the blending of the firmament
keeps us in our respective cages
as the stages of meditation
state that its a liability
to attempt to know too much
so i avoid responsibility
and you avoid my touch
we can never get enough
of what we don't have
or what we don't need
so bleed on me now
and let it run down my legs
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form
around the edges of our skin
this furniture is limitless
and still i am in bliss within your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn and became the warmth
that dared turned ice to water
and melted the frozen thorns of winter

now i know the difference
between the darkness and the light
as featureless women
become a formless sea
of instant gratification
is this the medicine i seek
these trials and tribulations
are tripping me up
every which way i reach
i feel you after me
never quite on time
we always run behind

i am dancing in flaming spirals
a feather high up in a tree
i am a shepherd and i am a chief
i am the river, the mountain and the sea
life gets hectic and full of noise
in the confusion we reach out for toys
to anchor us to reality
yet it never works
these childish games remain shallow
and keep us narrowly awake
barely alive
what a dismal dive
into lakes of cold liquid
refreshed by the water and the ice
our humanity survives

i love singing
and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of these amazing rides
whose daily blueprints are engraven
in the inky darkness betwixt the stars

silent eroticisms in the shadows of daffodils
make our plea to the plutocracy that bleeds us
salvation waits upon the station’s furthest platform
for its train to depart
a miserable situation to be left without compensation
i have no doubt you are suffering dearly
from everything that went down
women are weaving bracelets
talismans made from hair, nails and rope
soap and sandalwood caress our souls
in cleanliness we find solace
as our weapons of separation
disappear down drains of hope
in retrograde venus renamed herself

open are the skies
open like the folds of skin between her eyes
ulterior power sources
song pirates sing of dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward she may open it for a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
turquoise symmetry off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers
i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanoes our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally

sounds of silence seeping through the shutters
i am sheltered by your blessings
uncover the direction you are leaning into
inspect the floor and dust off the furniture
daily activities fit for a human being

i seethe with anger
at tigers who are guilty
of counting with their paws
streams of discomfort
split through the surroundings
factions of opposition with opposite resistances
defiant and undigested

like lightning they swallow the sky
and out comes the morning
drunken in its radiance
as a purple amphibian
waves you goodbye
move out of the way
of the daylight
you are blocking the rays
from falling on my face

a futuristic landscape awaits you
savoring the sounds and sights
return to the immediate sensations
as perception always wavers
and unremarkably favors
the unforeseen serenity
and dreaminess of yesterday
these soporific sanguines
add sulfur to the saline pools
while you insist on talking cold turkey
our addictions are absolute distractions
operating under the radar of our minds

i am thinking about everything you said
how you wished that you were somewhere else
with your soul strung out upon a ledge
a watchful eye inspects the beautiful bodies
an embarrassing moment
a kiss concealed
a solid hour wasted
serving all the shields
a solid longing
liberated by touch
a purposeful warning about drinking too much
a crush on your babysitter
or a stranger in the raw

words are in favor so please
come and let your heart soar
through clouds of blueberry pie
representations of our libido
and dreams about spies
gardening in the winter time
breaking through the earth
a tiny tomato
is tomorrow’s food
tempered by the truth
the hard earth and snow
the water and the fire
combine down below

to remove the covers of the canvas
the watering cans
the sacks of diamonds
wrapped in burlap
your soul is just as hard
and frozen like **** cherries
i bake them in the oven
a hundred degrees below
you are straight outta Compton
and away we must go
i long to touch your darkness
in romance and repose
a willing participant in the storm below
please ready yourself for diving
into waters of your mind
a poisonous fungi foraged in the wood
and so now where shall we grow

vegetative spaces
give comfort and shelter
under canopies of love
we exist for each other
fellow humans
givers of luminous beauty
old fashioned swings are calling you
duty is discovered in veritable confinement
all our solitude is hurried
and hoarded by hired soldiers
who store their food in cupboards

can you buy a second chance
in the world of men
many are left wandering
while their mother loves them
and holds their hands
until the day they rise again
sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge
for envious lives are perverted
open the sky to see through the dryness
inside of you are two eyes
who forgot that their mind’s origin
lies beyond the five senses

straight and narrow
through the eye of the needle
relativity curves like a balloon
thought is escalating and elastic
accelerating into diamond vortexes
drastic measures are called for
go under cover and threaten to email
the relatives of police chiefs and officers
to tell them the twin towers
have only just fallen down
while you stroll country lanes
in respectful amusement
to the noticeable lack of resistance
the attitudes of confusion
impenetrable by the eye
are highly persistent
what if the irony is simply
that the iris is forever
isolated from itself

i had forgotten how you had won the battle
against the invading nations
and removed the fallen leaves from the cotton trellis
while i was still spun out and starving
determined to go where the army couldn’t find me
your muse is bruised by the fallen dervishes
her soldier's attire is whiter than the Sun
what are we waiting for
our youth are fading as fast as stone
so please turn around
and let's pound the pavement for a minute
see the women who haven’t got a single dollar
their sorry eyes are calm and tired
while forever feelings are being hired
like fortitude and courage
dressed in black sombre slacks
all the ways we lack music
and movement
we become filled with morose apathy
as urgent gifts of presence
are returned before they are opened
your left winged democrats
are practice targets for wall street
all the warning signs are slipping away
we dance in the morning these days
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass
streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky

your arching body holds me in captivity
i am hungry for the thrashing you visited upon the angels
swiftly forming your mouth into song
i hear the words that we’ve known all along
the noose is strung around that branch
for now is the time to leap into the dance
and invoke a renaissance of laughter
the young bride discovers her sexuality is fluid
fertile like those beautiful gardens
hung like skyscrapers
among twisting tunnels of burning paper

the Umbrian stairs with a Tuscan flair
street walkers are there
again on the sidewalk
the moon flickers upon their jewelry
by the water they dance
and take their time laughing
while a thief waits in hiding
for morning to come
he stole the moon’s necklace
and hopes to sell it
in the heat of afternoon
to a capitalist who gives
sermons on the water
while your daughters lay around all day
thinking about how
they have nothing left to live for

blowing leaves fall far from branches that release them
undulating dreams that quietly seed the seasons
becomes the ground's tightly woven web of meanings
she's returning to a faeries den astride a hive of thieves
to hide the falling leaves and eyes that see them
frequently forgotten in the aging light of evening
our heartbeats combine to produce the sound of dreaming
remember that daily baths of suspicion and treason
suggest that we are all undeniably yearning for this beating
yet, I say untie yourself from these meager meetings
and welcome home the infinite mystery that's greeting
family, friend and foe ensure each other's bleeding
and help to release the pain and sorrow that is no longer needed

song shadows
soul and mirrors
will we ever see clearer
sweet life
oh the fragrance
the righteous mind
un-sees the danger
so many soldiers
so many women
are all of our fathers
really little children
move swiftly
into the windy recesses
the mind regresses
all the time
damp and wet
the owl cries
so long tomorrow
farewell goodbye
dunk your head
in liquid splendor
i am tender as the snow
pouring down from heaven’s fiefdom
morning's hunger is dissipated
by moonlight kisses and salty lovers
salves of calendula upon our skin
swim in juicy wonder
listen and dance with thunder
the fireflies swim through burning skies
making arcs and triumphant cries
what a silly blunder
all the noise and all the cover
hiding your heart in violet garments
streams of satin in your slumber
stroke the liberated arrow
weave the gardenia’s shadow
streams of consciousness and beauty
looking into eyes of human strategy
human shadows
start to suffocate us
instruct the timber
plundered
strumming humid arias
looms of butter start to melt
svelte and spelt
slews of wealth
heaven's belt is loosely tied
striated like the mind
grinding hind legs
selves neglect entry fees
sleeves of grass
embrace strands of ice
with a lover or two
on the side

what remains is magnificent
liberation is simplicity
infinitely refracted
and luminous
survival is imminent
dominion of the elements
mastering our domain
and knowing our own identity
as often as the rain falls to earth
we must frequently reaffirm our self-worth
celebrate our existence
in silence and in kisses
symbols abound
that ground our existence
allow us to move upon the ethereal waters
feel me here
in love’s embrace
satiated as space
is holding us together

i have nothing to say

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

so say Nothing

nothing

there, i said it

ha

i feel better

in hyper-tensive past-tenses of aggression
gargantuan fences and elephants pensively
define the inequality of mind
killer whales
impale the snails
upon knives that shine with yesterday's  
newest movies
new longings for leggings
more guns for the incessant
humdrum
of drums and drones
beaten down to the bone
and then boiled and burned
the broth is thick as slime
a liquid sludge you could never dine upon
unless your next wish was death
and in case her face
made you pace the halls
her breath made you face
the waterfalls of the spirit
under this scenario
we danced a living image
hurried and hunted
just as the mountains crumbled
we got ******
and stunted our growth
as furry souls with feline dreams
deliver their music
in their coats
under their armor
their is a charmer
who sings all manners of worlds into being
forming a third unity
another understanding
is standing under
her dress
he caressed her thigh and lifted
her alibis to the ski
in her eyes are comets
just passing by
in her mouth the sun
heads towards the south and orbits
her heart a thousand times
i have called you before
and no-one answered the door
i have walked your gardens
with seeds falling from my beard
cut the pieces out of leftover pockets
and raced for the fields
that allow for our rockets
to attack the moon

water streams from between your eyes
puddles fill the cracked streets
my rage is pure like angel fire
a love which nothing can defile
she wets the world with her dampness
thunder cries out for warmth
her shivering shoulders bare witness
to the sun and what was lost
the windy day kept me inside
holding onto this fright
feelings pressed against my chest
i tremble with delight
youthful arrows
morning sparrows
stargazing at night
just because you can do it
doesn’t mean that its right
streets of cobblestones are being shown
the pavement is our throne
home against the cement
dilapidated boxcars
and temples of respect
remove your shoes before you enter
yurts and cabins made of clay
barely resurrect
sustainable ways are coming back
give thanks and respect
to ancestors who deserve our praise
for they never did neglect
their duties to the earthly mother
her love they sought to honor
children of the wilderness at home beneath her cover
canopies of trees
line feline forests with her love

i wonder where you are
making rainbows meet the stars
are you underneath the ground
or are you sitting on a cloud
what is the starting point of your smile
are you the operator of our hearts
are we destined to sweat awhile
are we unpolished stones or unfinished stories
are we gardeners cast out from our homes
are we sunlight splintered through a bone
are we music or are we moans
do we come from angels
or did we descend from the trees
why do we touch the pavement
and will we eventually eradicate the bees
are we a lesson or are we a test
are we noise or are we elegance
are we impostors of the ones who came before
are we sure we were wanted
when we initially walked through that door
are we really human
or are we merely servants
who knew nothing more
then to keep a few crumbs
wedged behind the cupboards
in case we got hungry or lost

satiated on time
drunk on the vine of days
i became quiet and reflected
about the world i could not save
is this a vision
or is it an omen
so many moments
we must let go of
forever passing
is love’s last gesture
i will let go
before i am swept away

covered with sarsaparilla and sage
you untie the laces
just as the mountains crumbled
streaks of lightning shape your face
opportunity knocks for you
upon estuaries
the mystic spoke
through me
was this the space
her ***** bouncing
and you're already ready to give up
the movers need better timing
simplicity is welcomed
our fate created by our own ignorance
in the lashing out of anger
strangers dance
making maps through the sand
poor men weep in silence
for their longing is asleep
interlocking aspects
upon the drastic sea
i collect pens
connecting signals
i am standing
jumbled in a pool of muddy sheets
what a tragedy
is this love
his mission was to listen to her
i say wait a second
how dare you judge me
who can be your enemy
in a world where all is one
release this lonely song
your world is learning how to dance
goddess, yes its painful to retain all these words
in the eye of ecstasy
you once shone like an emerald
and now i only wish the best for you

storms take you by surprise
catch you off guard
when your garden is dry
please water it
plants are tiny continents
whose minds feed your soul
inside resides the universe
destiny is dry
so undress the wet lawns
and grow tomatoes
in moonlight torn
the madness overtakes me
as does your honey scented silence
tunnels of diamond studded waterfalls
the salmon colored halls
realms of all the worlds
old owls sour like lemon drops
tease me with some colorful splashes of your voice
accordions are strung out children
pulled and pushed together
for whatever reason
they no longer can dance
rest upon tiny lily pads like frogs
without legs we leap in broken rhythms
sifting a pile of seeds larger than one’s body
i effect the water
as your daughter affectionately calls you forward
storms are stars
taking their vacation
instant agitation is elemental play
imply nothing with those eyes
the way you move is dynamite’s alibi

just before we take our first breath
all the faces that have failed to resurrect
become our mirrors to the past
into which all things must pass
and eventually cast their sight
growing rebellious kindness
or lusting after all those pointless coins
ever-pausing for a moment of silence
or never-pausing to realign intentions
get loose and flee from these ruins
that have over-run our hearts
and toppled over all the authentic parts
beauty is damaged and then dug up
her body’s form is echoed in the dust
a trail of tears left in the soil
fingers peeled and limbs numb from the toil
all the fears that we’ve let cover up our love
become the webs that we can no longer get rid of

whole and compassionately flooded
like never before this uncertainty yields
certain seeds hungry as wolves
relevance and relativity releasing
control of activity inevitably seeks
remembrances young and old
forgotten and slovenly
on vacations away from home
remove your shoes and your blouse
ivory tusks are haunting piano stores
yurts and palaces
loose women love the theater
and you are looser than the wind
freer than the fire you are pure desire
you are brighter than a million icecaps
reflecting the cold morning’s funeral
liberated by peculiar persons
your face is whiter than the moon
governing all bodies of water with your power
that comes from inside of you
riding the waves of emancipated thunder
crashing, crying, calling out for her father
witnessing whitewashed landscapes
laudable bandaids and hungarian heavyweights
stranded by the shore

a poem is like honey
for the tongue
a bee stung your lip
and made it swell
I lost my grip
and down the apple fell
way down
down to the bottom
I bent down to grab it
but tripped and then I slipped
on the oily floor
so sore was I
I became ignorant of the ***
that was burning
all around me
a triad of strumming
humming and drumming
love is ancient and equipped
to do battle
with the fallacies that we follow
like flies to the fields
like dreams that never yield
all their memories
like cheese wheels gone sour
our hour has yet to come
while grizzly bears stare
at steaks medium rare
fair children face the sun
and are burned with love
return eyes to magazines
let your heart spread like wildfire
threads are tied together
like millions of strands of light
brighter than the sun

i wish i could take the credit
but its the combination of ghee and honey
that brings me to ecstasy
with schisandra you will be elevated
but use her mindfully
because she’ll easily blow your mind
this lonely existence burns like a fire
i offer you these words
a speckle of hope or a thread of rope
as artifacts from an earlier time
that connects us to our home
i know its difficult to cope with all this tragedy
so lets resurrect an an anthology of goodness
what are we choosing to remember
only the cold embers of yesterday’s funeral pyre
or the flames that leapt through the air
while you shouted higher and higher
its ok to be proud of nothing
forever warming our backs by the fire
so many ancestors stood proud behind you
never once do they judge you
so why must we collect
impertinent insults from our neighbors
when they prefer to sit around and savor
the mesmerizing nonsense
that captivates their souls called television
i am beyond understanding
sandwiched between anger
and demanding justice
first we must conclude that the world is broken
so we can decide on the proper attitude
or adjustment

if you are naked
i’ll undress the moon for you
and i'll spoon her too (for you)
and if you are tired
i’ll make the bed for you
if you are hungry
i’ll cook my head for you
and you'll have to let it sit there
and you'll have to let it bleed
and I'll row your boat (for you)
gently down the stream

please make magic out of moments forgotten under footsteps of hungry giants seeking protection from the gods of tyranny and natural states of synchronicity
under the protection of benevolent forces you are free to breathe your own destiny into being
situations are suggesting that your soul families have become determined to develop and support the unfolding vision arising from the depths of your devotion to life
if you agree to receive an indeterminate amount of unrequested support and a loving increase in your creative life force you will be instantly and irrevocably infused with your solar angel’s heightened frequencies
time and space will be transformed into a breathtaking display of radiant energy released symphonically from the coronal ejection of your electromagnetic field in synchrony with eternity
having considered all possible outcomes what is likely to occur is not the most probable outcome but the path of least resistance to reframing all reality
independent of consequences unforeseen all reality is truly a dream being dreamt by an eternal being with a keen interest in preserving this dream’s integrity
having become one with the knower of the seen and the unseen knowing has become the sole means of interpreting an ever-evolving stream of continuous incongruity between the linear and the non-linear weave of interconnectivity
a tantra of inter-dimensional proportion cutting through an adamantine aversion to illusionary being is perpetually stretching my perception of infinity
letting go of a deeply ingrained resistance to the persistence of the experiences playing out their frequently repeating scenes
we are self-generating machines capable of tasting our own inner ecstasy and creating a destiny for our children’s children driven by love’s simple complexity

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say
Sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
Our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
To offer up their strength and make us capable
Of feats of bravery so very savory
We pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
Until the day you asked me if i was ready to go within

It's on our DNA encoded,
That we are, forever,
Beholden unto love.
For whenever we are falling
Its only love's grip that lifts us up.

Lots of words and maps are made from woven images
framed with our bones and tied with tendons as their ribbons

You are ecstasy banished from the self
Vanished from the world
And brandished as a sword
By children and poets who can't seem to help themselves

Maybe saline really is the solution to all our woes
The alkaline salinity in my nose
Helps me breathe and the blood reaches my toes
Salty and sweet the sun kisses your cheeks

Sometimes it feels like we are going somewhere
And sometimes I know that we're not

Sometimes it feels like we're heading somewhere
But most of the time i know that we're not

I Imagine Conversations Between Rimbaud and God...

Who are the cruel ones
And what have they done
Whatever will overtake you
In the end, Can only be called Love

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say

*it boils my bones and brings me to my knees
the throes of ecstasy shake me to the very core of my being
is this an allegory
or a bucket of sand exchanged for a sad story
or is it concrete
ready to become cemented against your skin
how fragile feelings are to begin with
its insidious really
how insipidly we deflect our shadow
get moving you finally screamed
but i could only laugh at your commands
for they held no more power
and all our fleeting moments fluttered like a rainstorm
love is never tired of giving its best

sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
to offer up their strength and make us capable
of feats of bravery so very savory
we pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
until one day you asked me if i was ready

I'm a peripatetic napper aka a somnambulant philosopher... who is prone to salubrious somniloquy aka hammock rapping, on a variety of savory subjects such as which parts, leaves, petals, stems, peels or fruit of the lilikoi and guava families make the sweetest and most healing teas... for example, I sense that you can swallow this soporific soliloquy straight or with some surf, salt, sea and sunshine and skip the sleeping pills indefinitely..

the intellect is blind of course
but you don’t really mind (of course)
as long as you have power
you’re happy to shout
but that’s not my temperament
and i still have my doubts
as to what we must observe
and what we must avoid
for our lives are at stake every single day
your pretenses are plenty
but gravity is so heavy
and we must climb higher today
so drop that load of useless *******
and feed the flames that will ignite it

our feathers falling from the sky
as we surrender
our hearts cry out in joy
thank you bless you
we love you
our feet on the ground
your head in the clouds
beauty all around
such magic in the ethers
this ineffable wisdom is the true teacher
sent from heaven to earth
from death to rebirth
to guide you on your way

we can get as high as can be
on the alchemy of alkalinity
i love the sound of airplanes
shattering the silence in my brain
sweet memories retained
that can never be explained
meditation is the key to releasing our suffering
do you agree that in simplicity only love remains
i've been wanting to tell you this secret
that emptiness is all we ever could contain

the best poems are
writtten in the dark of night
      by two souls turned one

The best poems are
           written before we awake
so why leave the bed

a follicle of light is falling
from the house of midnight
troubadours wrap our imagination
in jasmine and other heady fragrances
gypsy eyes steal salt water from tides
and return them to our adjacent lives
keep mustard seeds by the bedside
and burn irises like incense
hours fly by and leave us hurting
like piles of rusted shirts and clothing
her luck has begun to expand
but man still demands his fate
redecorate your cozy cottages
and receive your visitors' disguised hatred
make music burst throughout this garden
as lonely brushstrokes reach out to touch her bottom
i am moving, doing, and having faith only in the theater
she is carrying fetid water with feet bloodier
than those burning skyscrapers bound to her posterior

the Goddess is our home
She is the sower of seeds
for all those that fast internally
rise the quickest
dance the hardest
seek the longest roads
and give more than you’ve ever known
She can swallow whole this ocean
filled with the bones of her daughters
forsaken in trendy delicatessens
our heroes are just myths that drift
like derelicts in psyche’s mythos
i am pathos, eros and shadow
i am daylight’s twin brother
her-eyes-on the horizon
yet she could see through to his soul
her-eyes-on the horizon
if we are destined to find our way home

blink an eye and it will disappear
blink the other and you will cry
a thousand tears of joy
blink them both and watch
fireflies alight the azure sky
in suspenseful darkness the alabaster moon
croons its romantic breath over all those vineyards
angels taste the dryness of the grapes
and laugh at the waste of another year’s wine
move out of the way of human frailty
share your space with our immortal stakes
a slavery more terrible than any mankind has yet to try
the Goddess is our home
sower of seeds for those that fast internally
rise the quickest
and dance the hardest
seek the longest roads
give more than you’ve ever known
swallow whole this ocean filled
with the bones of your daughters
forsaken in trendy delicatessens
our heroes are just myths that drift
like derelicts in psyche’s mythos
i am pathos, eros and shadow
i am daylight’s twin brother
her-eyes-on the horizon
yet she could see through to his soul
her-eyes-on the horizon
if we are destined to find our way back home

i must admit...
its going to hurt
all this irrelevant *******
just to keep you distracted
from doing what’s actually necessary

i must admit...
you got this
i got your back
and don’t worry
because no one’s gonna attack you
cause all there is is existence

I must admit...
that all this belligerence
i see through
that b.s.
sadly
its pretentious
and if it doesn't serve our attention
than what the hell are we doing with it
anyway
let's forget our hesitation
for a second

I must admit...
they control you
with your own amazement
satiated by
shadows
dancing for hours
upon the points of arrows
feeling forlorn
and scorned by the establishment

I must admit...
that i am laughing
in satisfaction
indeed
the need is clear
to clear your head
and pay no mind
to childish temper tantrums

i must admit...
that I am not defined by politics
so solve those faulty equations
or seek salvation
grieve for the lonely masturbators
who long to be held by your heart
they jump out of windows
as we partake
in the greatest experiment ever undergone
and then call it Art

I must admit...
the mystique is here
and the path is clear
and fear is not the answer
i swear
do I compare my love to her dresses
to her kindness
to her fantasies
to her faint caresses

I must admit...
*** is best in the moonlight
while future stars stare at your heart
you seek for love
and you grieve for love
while doves are flying
in the sky
magic is passing by
right now above your head
we are blessed
yet still afraid of our own essence
you sentence me to heaven
again and again

i must admit...
i know shadow
i know shame
and i am not a stranger
to all of this blame
served in pots made of pewter
served in copper
served in aluminum
served in cast-iron
serve it cold
serve it hot
serve it proper
or all of this may be used against you
and you will be shot
and killed
for your transgressions

I must admit...
the breath renews itself
and you too
so before we stand tall again
i want to crawl upon this floor
and kiss you
all over
again
for music halls
are ideal
places to run, skip and jump through

we are sending out signals to other dimensions
yet we ignore the voice of our mother
nature is vocal
like a duck or a turtle
singing songs of holy madness
sad like concubines in the throes of being ravaged
damaged goods
are food for the moon
soon we are heavy like the dance floor
sidewalk mantras sung to daughters
caught between their feelings and their heartbeats
you can’t separate the world from its weirdness
for it wouldn’t make sense any longer
and why do we become shy
the moment we most desire to be seen
intangible fences separate our minds
giving thanks for the luminous divide
that synthesizes the binary world
reminds me that our struggle
to overcome division is to find
chiral asymmetry at the heart of every equation
do you truly want to know the reason
why our hands hold our souls in balance
or would you prefer to ponder
sedentary snails in the heat of summer
salty solutions produced by our intrusions
how must we maneuver in order to surrender
i confess to know nothing
and release my own expectations
i am one among many
who are merely here to say hello

masks of beauty
shooting at the moon
sweeping arrows
saddle the tunes
i cruise for nests of honey
set in diamond casings
situated among the flowers of yesterday’s
paparazzi
sages sneer at pimpled teenagers
future primal actors in the dreamtime
see me in this humidity
drier than a cactus
standing out like prickly pear flowers
and nopale sandwiches
made from green shoots and stems
our splendid appendages brought forth
oh the void
in mayhem’s embrace we chase the testament that
makes no mistakes
and never defiles them
grace is a carpet
a sheep skin in the winter
seminars of laughter barren like your refrigerator
sheet rock stallions
stand firm against the oppressive shields of bureaucracy
i see candle light dinners waiting for the masses
to matriculate from kindergarten

yesterday's lovers have flown away
leaving tired spaces where their faces used to lay
though the imprints remain embedded in your mind
caressing your belly and hugging you tight
i walk upon the broom swept streets
and like tumbleweeds i pass
through the emptiness of your grief
sweaty sheets stained with heat and soil
while we uncoil kundalini’s limitless dreams
give all that you own to the needy and forgotten
trodden on everyday by a billion jealous feet
and if you can’t do this then the price of your life is much too steep
for i can surely see that all of this is right
and you are not yet beyond your arbitrary beliefs

some come to serve all
the missing continents reveal their bodies
they arouse Great Spirit
like volcanoes announcing their roll call
i awake the storm of love
without my compass
i can't tell if we are off course
but who really knows anyway
if your desert walks and soul visions
are gesticulations as ubiquitous as dust
our minds and bodies align with memories
while cowards of sound  
hide themselves behind the echos
of cavernous hollows
heaven brought you to me
for beautiful kisses
so that salt and sulphur
would anchor our alchemical quicksilver
your studs and your mares
know nothing more
then to keep a few crumbs
wedged behind the cupboards
in case somebody lost themselves
along the road to the temple

accountants may tell you
that they allow the light to shine
through their tiny peepholes
yet in treacherous times
like lightning they swallow the sky whole
so your emotions can rent empty rooms
in their vacant hallways
feelings help guide you upon your journey into tomorrow
until you are able to penetrate
with bottomless compassion
and then part ways just before the hour fades
in rhythm with our future
and the Goddess (god-lioness)
says that the eye (of time) is within you

in such a short while
rebel eyes real eyes the relative lies in their relatives' eyes
like fireflies they dance upon the pavement
have you lifted the hem of your sky lately
and listened to the falling leaves
surrounding us in love

undulate and felicitate
in-a-scent of death skulls and palo santo
sometimes it all feels so fake
just momentarily
I develop a reason
to smell the burning soil
and i remember that love too can spoil
accepting emptiness as it is
like shards of glass
sorrow and madness are the two shapes
that you remember from your childhood
you have come this far in spite of your fear
so drop the ways that you continue to lie
and give this sacred vision a chance to shine