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Dec 2016 · 257
Sight Unseen
vermillion and green
i see the unseen
bursting through trees
i am free
the light of infinity
so bright i can hardly breathe
pours through my eyes, in reflections
i find my soul
hallow, whole, and holy
in triads, we define
signs and sights
surrounded by love
all songs are sung, in darkness
opening your eyes
is a form of worshiping, light
that is justified
only by sight unseen
a little sass, a hint of attitude
a pinch of kindness, compassion
and a splash of gratitude...
mix well and consume often
Dec 2016 · 286
magic is breathing
magic is breathing
pulsing in and out
from the watery roots
of your strangler-fig banyan
to the prickly pears that burst
diagonal white-heat lightning
an ancient courting ritual
between steamy stems
and thirsty cacti spines
primal liquid shoots
from within all life
like broken shards of ice
the falling stars came crashing
a billion or so years ago
a billion hungry seeds
gasping...
Dec 2016 · 269
the holiest beings
the seeds are
the holiest beings
which call forth
liquid steam
causing an imminent
and sudden emergence
whose ****** urgency
is filled to the brim
until overflowing
it spills forth
in an ecstatic
and infinite agony
so empty and silent
it’s considered
to be holy
Dec 2016 · 279
altar-native power sources
drying my tears on sheets of papyrus
shields of steel and furnaces firing
deliver the dance and grow this beauty
give her moonlight like i give you duty
reset the buttons on your purpose
all of us are certain that we are burdened
by hungry fathers who drown their daughters
in violent streams and rivers
and sell their wills of iron to the army
thieves speak slang
delicate as thyme
they sting with their mind
she moves you along
through the empty streets
in her song you can hear the bells ringing
stand naked before the eyes of beauty
stay here awhile and we might just make it
or you can slowly descend back to your safety blankets
hours fly by while we are getting ready
your uncles are mourning in rivers of traffic
your grief is gold to those with deep pockets
Dec 2016 · 544
jammin'
jam makers dance
upon the ripe berries
inhaling sweet cherries
spitting out the seeds
like acorns falling
from nests of squirrels
that land tenderly
upon your *******
humanity’s days are roasted
in the fire-pit of the gods
in perfect symmetry we are broken
in repeating patterns and forms
from the mantle of eternity
we fell and smashed the urns
that held our ancient ashes
and kept us safe from thorns

— The End —