your hair and your eyes
your legs don’t lie
and i want to lie with you
and become as bright as the night sky
during the full moon
why did you let me go so soon
release this bruised fruit
and treat it like a concubine
i am suspended, upended
and redder than a parachute
perpetual disarmament
you were heaven sent
to bless me with your cinnamon
residual defenses kept us against our fences
the west and east were against us
we were hesitant and defenseless
dreaming of distant measurements
was it self imprisonment
or did we break our agreements
to dampen our retirement plans
in order to once again
stand firm on solid ground
are we land bound or land-locked
your eyes are like steam rising from a tea cup
houses for rent where men and women are targets
they demand steamy dreams and cigarettes
i say forsake the ice cream and frozen yogurt
instead quickly sell me your shadow
every now and then i remember our covenant
as sand castles made from foam fade as fast or faster
as you are known to dress in overcoats and sandals

"Angels are self-actualizing."

A line from Lucifer

I’d hold your hand
and whisper beauty in words
no one could ever understand
a galactic language
a super-meta linguistics
denser than a diamond
carbon copies of trophies and bronze medals
won a thousand years before
soar above love and you will never get burned
by treetops in agony
sanitized with mahogany
soldered and grouted like a tub
the earth is a bathtub overflowing
i am a madman and my heart is showing
freedom silhouettes
consciousness has no regrets
words are magic spells
so remove the chambers from the heads
levels of lightning in silent burning
hunted for beauty
though its always been yours truly
fortunately we made love in a lifetime of goddesses
husbands and promises tossed out like *******
juxtapose for a second or strike a pose for ever
i am music removed from instruments
like a hat off of a child
the mild fathers walking outside
while their children fly above
so high in the sky

I hesitate to ask you
Why you’ve returned
Sunburned and broken
Before the third word is spoken
You've corrected me again
I may be wrong but i think
That there is a song
Inside of you worth saving

the spell you had cast was broken instantly
it held fast for even less than a fraction of a minute
but for that moment i was yours completely
now once again you’ve lost me for eternity

I think we all have needs
That we have a hard time asking to be met
We are all afraid to grieve
And it shows a little bit more each day (we forget)
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me
He replied, you have a hereditary case
Of being predisposed to poetry

I composed you a thousand poems
And paraded naked in your mind
I wrote you a thousand verses
And uttered sublime warnings
Of how we are running out of time
Rotating like a record player
It seems the ignorant people are winning
Because they never stop to think
While the intelligent ones are dreaming
It seems they never get a chance to speak

the Moon’s shadow is spurned by her lover
our minds feel their own gravity
target practice is indifferent to your feelings
still we are healing from our tragedies
one calamity after another
until we discover we are all one family
what a monumental occasion
this moment’s grace is unparalleled
by any other
what is happening
is this a part of my reality
or did i transgress someone’s authority
if we believe in love
will all our efforts to deny it
eventually become unnecessary

show me signs of mystic love
in your eyes i become
the sun
follow the moon
against the chill of night
into eyes alight with fire i will run
the hunger of the pine
stands against the edge of time
i am alive again
standing upon the sand
making love to the one
the animals
stand tall
sand mandalas all around
to catch our fall
we forage in the forest  
for the welfare of all
is the gardenʼs goodness
should we all just listen
and become the silent witness
remembering our promise
to voluntarily leave the forest
better than we found her
surround her in your beauty
like schoolgirlʼs in the country-side
you are all I'm looking for
stored in tomorrowʼs mystic affair
your long legs are for running
i am jumping
into springs
and creeks
water on your cheeks
caress the river as she speaks
remember you are free
to drown and resurrect
against the tides of men
sediments again
resound
forage for the sound
forever underground
a loud mighty warrior
a proud and lovely daughter
sort of inconspicuous
more likely to be ridiculous
i am always wanting more
of your forms and your words
a sword of blinding beauty
could you belong to yourʼs truly
longing to hear your echo
some nights are a challenge
if iʼm meant to let go
i will release this inhibition and make a swift decision
persistence and surrender
lighter than a feather
as heavy as a dragon
i am steady like a stallion
upon rising i am falling
deeper into love

You learned to give
We learned to die
You learn too quick
We learned to cry
We learned to trust
You turned to rust
Now i am i
And you are your love
We are frozen offerings
In the cold night’s rain
We are the shattering of idols
On an altar of pain
We are the sacrifice
And we are the knife
We are the intervening angels
Who strangle your sight
We are the blood
And we are the flood
We are the fire
We are the love
We are the noises you make in the dark
One more cup of coffee
And we'll be back on the rug
Singing history is a liar
And for now dancing is our drug

We are minding our own eyes
We are minutes from
Disappearing into the night
I am a poem
Presumptuous at best
I freelance and edit
But it's still not my best
I am captivated by your capricious humor
And your deprecating laughter
Has me in stitches
It's riotous when your raucous cheer
Brings me to my knees
In silent waves of fear

I fear falling in love with you
Like a comet hitting the earth
Creating quite a commotion
And combusting all our promises
Yet you keep coming back to me
And I keep humming my symphony
These fires yield fruit
And Saturn’s rings bloom
Into a million diamonds
How come you never show me
The places where you hide
Your secrets anymore
There was a time when we once traveled
To the spaces in our minds
Now I mostly wonder
Who the hell is speaking
Such beautiful nonsense
From your mouth

Dancing naked
Upon piles of discarded costumes
I consume music
You consume useful bruises
We shoot music from our fingertips
Should we keep it sacred
Or are we better off staying naked
We are faking it and still nobody notices
We are chasing our own tornadoes
And letting go of our false personas
It's a column
It's a cylinder
It's a spiral
It's a child
It's a whale
And it's a dolphin
And we are never going to stop trying
For our humor is always laughing
And our sisters are always dancing
We attract respectable artists
And find a silence between the starlets
We are advocates of activating our own consciousness
Money is a burden so don’t bother acquiring it
Fun is abundant
And who dares say that love is redundant
So let's examine our motives for giving
We are shivering with excitement
Because I have been invited to tell you the truth
Long ago i was amused
By strategies and complicated offerings
But since i’ve met you i’ve become less disquieted
And abide in the comfort of silent blessings
Still freedom is a dressing
That we might need awhile to get used to

show me the secrets of the ******
a weaver in the fields and streams
jump into pools of laughter’s savor
i am waiting for your heart
string the lute
I pray you please play me a tune
simple like the mustard on your nose
stones are strategies or perhaps tragedies
born of misery
in silent overtones they grow
into gesticulated Germans
demanding herbivores overthrow their coats
street muskets
atop of winter clothes
burn holes in your eye sockets
like tones through the window
i grow tired of this violence

Try to dance without losing your head.

I trust the universe
Not sure what i am doing
But i know there is a reason
We heal through connection
We are each a whole universe
Without movement
We become depressed and hollow
We forget about our soul

I am a magician
I see unseen universes
Before they appear or happen
We are all intuitive
But often we pretend
That we cannot hear
The secrets that are whispered
Through the silence
Whenever we are together
And yet somehow still alone

To love is the medicine
To heal is to be whole
To make whole is to feel and know
To feel and know is to discern
To touch, to taste, to smell, to wander
To journey into forbidden territory
To become inspired
I am seeking your heartbeat
I want to know your dreams
Will you show me your beauty
In very ordinary things

It's a beautiful bargain
The world is full of jargon
We came from a garden
And eventually we'll return
Or perhaps perpetually
To our hearts yet again

she moves on the canvas like a snow leopard on ice
she dances her supine spine in feline pandiculations
yawning and purring she is proud of her lithe and languid form
the language of chaos and information
no casualties waiting here, just movement and inclusion
if you are truthful please steep yourself in her waters
let it all be washed away and renewed again
as minutes pass i feel fragrant offerings cast before the sun
dawn is here again and i am still young
a choice to make or break every day, again and again

You don’t need a compass or a compassionate adviser
All you need is money and a thermometer, and if you’re clever
You can know the secret to the heat within your soul
Compulsory clothing requires its own unearthly punishment
This body keeps its temperature much colder than she'd like it to

I suspect you already know this
but i’ll mention it anyway
I still long for you every day
I sneak into your dreams and speak poetry
like a winged owl, i fly
beyond reason and touch the sky of longing
gone are our shadows
lost are our fears
all that remains are tears
and magic
which are here only for a second
until they too must disappear

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

sweet child of the walrus
Horus was your father
in an african wilderness you ran
into waters of renewal
while white alligators hustle
all our dreams became nightmares
salvation is past
like a rash upon your skin
satchels of venom
if you choose them
people use them or
sell them to the markets for cash
splash in the water of the oasis
Isis my daughter
your feelings are safe and sound
the feminine essence is so divine
that you don’t let it spill out
against your better judgement
you return younger than an arrow
sparrows come before us
love is underestimated
like selves reflected in the sun
movement melts the mirror’s judgement
and suspends our hearts mid-sentence
no thoughts just comfort
pleasure in the moment’s oblivion
smooth like obsidian
we deserted our wanderings
and became a time ship of love

What could ever be more important
Than these semiotic emergencies
The latent insurgencies of our mouths
And the symbols that come out (of them)
These images are equipped with violent rhythms
And we must determine the measurements
Of uncertainty before communication can begin

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

You are hereby sentenced to,
happiness for all eternity,
and reprieved from your servitude
to spelling bees and other state championships.
Our adolescent addicts are addicted
to arithmetic, statistics and computer degrees.
Marginal efficiency, reductionist literacy
and formica counter-tops,
have all got to be kidding me.
I’m out y’all, returning to the garden;
so please send me your resumes
and i’ll happily plant them in the radish beds.
The hypocrisy of symbolism
is when the riddle solves itself.
Wealth is just an abstraction,
truly its your health that’s worth preserving.
I’m serving this rhythm,
making use of its momentum;
for we are all blazing beings,
trying to break free of boredom's tyranny.
Some storms are worthy,
some storms are holy,
other storms are dangerous;
and we all know the hurly burly.

Do we feel it when it all falls unconscious
What if all the mothers on the planet
Were ensconced into their hearts simultaneously
And if for a single moment
There was freedom from the tyranny
Of endless duties and responsibilities
Would it all fall apart at once

I beg your pardon
But tonight's sunset was one of the Sun's most fertile deposits
So what if we were to shun the day
And instead make love to the darkness of the desert
For the pheasant is my ancestral totem
And it is obvious in the moonlight
That you motion to me like a novice
For after you and I are seduced by the harvest
We can choose first among the stardust
Its true that all this was once our own garden
From a time when we first learned to become human
Until we eventually return to the understory
Of our aboriginal commonality

We are still happening
We are learning to shun acceptance
And make due with unexpected lessons
We are undifferentiated fantasy
In lands of cholera and chronic romances
We are far from perfect
But we still always try to do our best
And i don't expect you to protest anything

And if we dance for days against the apathy we make
And spray gradients of sound from our awakening
Into the pleroma’s defiance
We can try out our mouthpieces
And seek fingers of lightning
At a height quite defiant
Whenever we get uptight like a runway
Sundays are always smiling
And whenever we make love
We break records with our bodies
Against the conundrums
Of being polished too roughly
We funnel living diamonds
Into pipelines of supply and demand
Like cats and mice we chase trends around bends
Of commerce and economic insurgency

A fusion of ****** projections
And hungry housewives
Who will eat you alive forever
Settle down and face your senses
She's nearly twenty
Years younger than you are
How have you even made it this far
I wonder if we are a little too old for this now
Far away the vultures wait
And sit facing west
Into the sunset
We address our own wounds
Let's taste her again and then spit her out
We are in the lion keeper's mouth
There are a million ways to drown
And yet none of them ever lasts
More than thirty seconds
We are approaching our wedding
And endings are only starting to become you
So many hungry mouths to feed
So many bodies are malnourished
Will we ever sleep again
And why do these elections seem untrustworthy

The hunger awoke
And i took you to my room
And the rest was ancient history
Or perhaps religion
We are sacred lovers
Undone by our own parental figures
Elbows are transparent
For whenever we are divergent
Our old hereditary clothing
Has more than likely been outgrown

selflessly selfish selfies or selfishly selfless selfies or sally selling salty-fishy shell-fish shellies shellfishly by the seashore?

thirteen arrows are in the quill
breath is the bow that aims at the sun
unleash the mind from its attachments
as you tighten your grip upon this reality
knowing for certain in your heart
that it will eventually all slip away
as water inevitably pours forth
from between clasped hands
nevertheless you pull the thread of the sound current
until it’s absolute tension reveals its readiness
to play the song of the silent passing of time
the arrow’s path is already written in the sky

trying to grow the largest stash of wealth
is among the most worthless of endeavors
since you can never consume the fallen fruits
of those foolish and idealistic monetary pursuits
your belly will become full of desire, hunger and anger
therefore it is significantly better and wiser
to plant a single flower and fill your heart
with the buddha generating fragrance of its colorful nectar
blossoming in the essence of it's longing to be inspired

a richer soul you cannot be
but to be poor in heart
is to be broken in-deed
a drop of rain in the ocean
is filled with everything she needs
but when she falls from the sky
it is heaven’s bleeding mystery
that traveling away from our safety
ensures that we become surrendered
to the wisdom in the seeds
being blown across the desert
and planted in the darkness of the soil
it is through trusting in their feelings
and distinguishing desires from needs
that they once again become for all
the living breathing blessings
which is mother nature's timeless security
the eternal and unchanging memory
that was once alive and blooming in the trees
transforms this hard-earned abundance of diversity
into the sacred inheritance of all living beings

Respect turns to trust and kisses your bones
In bird language I speak tones of glowing stones
Roses freeze the afterglow of darkness
Dressed in moans and loaning their hands to anyone that passes
The dancers resume amusing stances
Chances are France is falling faster than a comet
Soaring like ships from broken moorings in Spain
Hours invested in self selection
A healthy hesitation to understand beauty

Underneath the woven tapestry of life
Concrete visions are the norm
Permanent storms are raging war
Upon each other’s dorm-rooms
Red faced and wasted i saw you naked
And fell in love with your ancient body

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

forget the neglected aspects of the night sky
start a fire and watch the wood burn dry
kindness lies in piles
as we bundle our spines together
we tie our minds like feathers
and prepare for the stormiest of weather
can you show me parts of myself
for those gifts are truly wealth
as sentence structure denies clear definition
we make ablutions in the ganges for our absolution
fine tune the ancient runes
to see beyond ruins into chambers of the mind
the rooms we never find are the cleanest
yet still as ***** as your eyes
i sigh and look inside to find my alibis
as pleasing as the night sky
you are high as the sun
we are coming undone
somewhere we share the same birthday
tell me who is that taciturn man in the blue shirt
and who is it that endures all this hurt
forever defended we gasp for air
with our hearts on our sleeve
we can no longer bear to breathe
feelings hurt you look away
what a shame it had to turn out this way
send me your sorrow in a bag
i’ll hand you tomorrow but don’t remove that tag
some are bought and some are sold
some are silver and some are gold
some are warm and some are cold
just forget this and do exactly as you’re told
the lonely and the depraved
both are seeking for the same thing
a moment of hope to end their suffering

Destiny waits for
You. Love will surely follow
Breathe and all will come

We are uncoiling
Uncoupling
Yet our serpentine fingers linger
Like tender afterthoughts
Kissing hysterical women
We are them they are us
You finish it now
You soften the punch
Those muscles drift like tenderness
We are leathery skin and fingers that bend slowly
Our ancient articulations arthritic
Retrofitted in the darkness of daylight
In the heat of the night
We fight our urge to self destruct
Compulsive luck is not the worst of our faults
Such as being short-circuited in the dark

Lips of intrusion and confusion
Concubines and cantaloupes
Sometimes it all goes south
Coveting our pleasure
We destroy our souls
Branded with talent
Love is rare these days
I used to run from my own desires
Now I face the fire with a steady gaze
Come bless my heart
We define the sounds of silence
And are minding our own eyes
As Pharaohs moan
Far away the vultures wait
I place my nose in your open mouth
And hover in the sunset
For now we call each other names
And say the things
Of which we won't be proud tomorrow

We are candid canopies
Of unconscious iconographies
We return to our surpluses and supply rooms
In between breaks I take your photograph
We laugh at our mistakes all day
Water is our father
It contains the seeds of reason
And carries our souls back to the source
I can’t complain when you don’t know my name
It's the same story over and over again
You are the captain and we are the crew
We will follow this through to the end
You will one day finish all my sentences
But I still don’t understand
Why it needs to be this hard
In order to discard my vices
You discouraged all my virtues
As long as I am your slave
You say i won’t ever know the pain of love
But I say come as you are
For this fire is given freely to all beings
And you can see your destiny inside the flames
Falling angels cast their fortunes upon the sand
While we land in our shadows
And shake our shoulders loudly
In order to make our self
Feel a little taller than yesterday

dance in the morning
all warnings are slipping away
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass

streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky
i am soaked in honey
your feet are my pillow
in love’s shelter
the storm of life passes

baskets of fruit overflowing
the rhythm is distant
our echos are persistent
infinite dreams of bison are flowing

how did we get here
sweat out this fragrance
drift from soul to page
like a butterfly in mating season

Oh sage
of delicate fingers
the ethers are binding
are you direct
or are you blinding

make space for innocence
the way a glove separates the fingers
forget the medicine
that is not growing in your garden

stroke my arm and kiss my soul
four fingers strumming
and only the thumb
knows the downbeat

select from the masses
a basket of fruit
if the flowers
are staring directly at you
they shall respect your masquerade

still they invite you
to jump out of your ego
and give up this charade
dress yourself yet again
in your whitest wedding gown

its time to undo
the ritual
that cast you
from your shadow

what a drunken monkey
what a foolish toad
what a silly kitten
carrying this heavy load
what a piece of work
this wonderland it seems is nothing
more than broken half-promises
and half forgotten dreams
it seems we must go on singing
and carrying our swords
we can’t let down our armor
until all the enemies have gone
yes i’m rather paranoid
and scared of my own shadow
so let’s not make it worse
by shooting any arrows
into shattered mirrors
or casting broken spells
for the lady of the house
is not doing all that well
she's gentle as a giant
and kind as a fox
this emancipated lady
truly lives outside the box
sauntering on the alleyway
and running through the snow
amidst the shiny apples
towards the road we go
i break my rhythm
and drop all these pretenses
what good is rhyming
if you still remain in prison
thoughts are all still caged
and real-life is often staged these days
enraged by our shadows
i enter the world silently
and turn these thoughts into gold
forms are empty like feathers
dancing in the fields and snow
go and plant your lilies children
and i will feed you apples
with pancakes and porridge
a life without worry can't be promised
but so many of our problems
come from addictions to our woes

We are truly desperate
For a tiny taste of your grace
Your ecstasy is space
Graduated degrees of separation
Is what awaits any being
Who has ever truly tasted you
Face to face we trace
Figments of the coastline in our mind
Your hunger is as blind as the daylight
On your skin I begin to examine my own face
It's the faintest light I’ve ever seen
But it's enough for me
To remain permanently hungry for your lips
So I persist in getting back at you bit by bit
You attack me with your tongue
And then suddenly I'm young again
We ripped the sheets on contact
If every poem is a crossword puzzle
Then all we really need to know
Is on which page the answer-sheet is hidden

sorghum and rice
our estranged virtues
somnambulant in their servitude
colors dance on painted wood
like housewives on their furniture
i smell flowers
gardenias and cloves
so why do we have so many noses
when there are plenty of roses
in our souls and in our shadows
what predicaments
do we find ourselves a part of
its the start of a new day
of a new life
all is alive
coffee is on the stove
and someone is watering their plants
i am glad to be here
drinking lemon water at the window
guitars to my right and left
and books on the floor
show me your blood
i’ll show you my hands
feel them on top of you
so much energy
and so many strangers
our fingers separated from our arms
charming and compassionate
the alligator is a man of action
and he sees right through your *******
so sit down blonde girl
and have a beer
sit over here where its warm and clear
there is a fan above you
and a dog under the table
and you can pet him if you’re able to

your edges are rusted, frustrated and melancholy
i see the middle, where white lilies
lie, waiting for someone to hold them
speak no more, please refrain from talking
her arms hold the world, in waking defiance
science, is borrowed from metaphysics
statistics, weaken the faith of our future
shoot the researchers and drown them in tubs of acid
like they torture cats and vivisect, their own families
wish to stab them and steep them in water
and sadly they refuse to add, even the tiniest drop of honey

two things are important:

1. to know the difference between this world and a cage
2. to dance with the light even when you are overcome by rage