i have nothing to say

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

so say Nothing

nothing

there, i said it

ha

i feel better

Words have a way of speaking to you
As if you could create meaning from objects
That fall like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers are bringing you eager categories
And seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy
We are those treetops in need of new itineraries
When our airline tickets fit together quite nicely
Could you believe the world is made from mind
While the majority of beings remain hungry
For the shining light which binds us to our spines
Without rhyme we’d all be lost
And rhythm is the cost of our consciousness
But first we must fatten our ducks and turkeys
And take the dog for a good long walk
We saw more than we could ever hope to talk about
And I hear the sound of ambulances and police sirens
Chasing angels through these forests
We seem to always forget who we are
And every time we talk too much about anything  
The world becomes just a little bit more lonely

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

You’ve tormented my taste-buds for way too long
And i am stronger now than ever
Like unhatched eggs born without nests to catch them
Or online influencers who resent their followers
We are artifacts of impregnation
Being imprisoned in our heads for so many hours a day
Creates stagnation and mental *******
We face the estrangement of our bodies
In mental institutions the solutions are still waiting
To be discovered in the ovens of our saviors
Do we bake bread or attest to our failures
Salivating women make me envision
That discipline and discernment are not easily corrupted
I am equipped with innumerable capabilities
Swift and full of inhibitions we are suddenly tripping
Walking on balance beams down halls of stereophonic wisdom

We wallow in our muddy shadows
Complacent lawyers and bureaucratic arrows
While all this fallow land lies barren
And your streams have been polluted
Your womb is no longer safe
To provide shelter from the storm
I come home to a tornado in my bedroom
You are the pension I never earned
Yours is the attention I yearn for the most
Now I must first learn how to grieve
In order to ever truly breathe again

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

burning holes in rocks
and mounds of grief so deep
they collapse upon themselves recursively
sell me that old t-shirt for cheap
and sweep clean the rags and corridors
the threads are torn
so sew me the worn out attitudes
you left behind ages ago
in old streets paved
with firecrackers and toad stools
you show me the moon
i wish to see it through your eyes
and drink in the nectar
that soothes the heart’s worry
anxiety is a target
stark against the blackness
bleak as an owl in the daylight
infinite wisdom resides in smiling
songs seem silly
in the light of yesterday's tragedies
yet still we sing
to quell the fear and misery
of nothingness and embarrassment
the lack of syntax is discouraging
yet i feel ill equipped
to handle the inevitable decline
that may occur from judging it

in suspenseful darkness the alabaster moon
croons its romantic breath over all these violated 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
or share your space with our immortal stakes
true freedom is a slavery more terrible than anything mankind has yet to face

I am a mountain.
Who would dare,
Try to move me?

In organic
Organisms
Aka bony
Vertebrates
Inter-*****
Interactions
Including
Osteocalcin
A­nd not
Adrenaline
Is ostensibly
Responsible
For fight
Or flight
Reactions

wild monkeys in the jungle
two human beings
with very different lifestyles
a turn of the century romance
a conspiracy
and a plot to uncover
the disappearance
of scientific evidence
a lobotomized dentist
and a sidekick apprentice
set to music
a willful farce
a satire about love, faith and freedom
swans mating in paradise
ducks on the edge of ecstatic waters
and of course, a bunch
of couch-surfing penguins

I'm too hot for you
Said the desert to the sea
I'm too dry for you
Said the salt to the bee
I’ll always be moist for you
Said my love to me

sharpen your pencils
put pen to paper
move your elbows
and let your fingers waver
savor each moment
every single breath
nothing is meaningless
and there is nothing to forget
or to forgive at all
its all right inside you
the sounds and the sights
your sensations want to guide you
if you let them they will find you
i love talking with you
you are so easy to be around
the way you move and laugh
fills me with gratitude for being human
saving this planet happens
one sensitive soul at a time
liquid light is melting
beyond the peripheries of sight
your feet fall upon the pavement
like thunder on my soul
the drums are being pounded
by hands that have lost control
instigate this kiss and i will show you bliss
i blush like the roses and flush away my poses
responsibility waits for the world to hesitate
then it jumps right in and blames everyone for their mistakes
put it down for awhile
and embrace your inner child
show them the playful side of you
underbrush grows and covers up your nose
serotonin and dopamine fill your brain
i am blown away by your arrows and your feathers
your heart against my flesh
impresses every breath
with nectar sweeter than a rose
i sweat and swear at god
curse the clothes we are forced to wear
remove your dress and bless me with your nakedness
select this pair of underwear from your finest stash
i am a child innocent and scared
longing for those memories of safety
please darling enter me and enchant me with your melodies
select from all those options
a shape with graceful stature
starlight covers the canopies of our soul
broken in the dream-space
i chased my fate through staircases and parking lots
her daughters were left alone
very far away from home
and a man came to take them back
he looked at them and wondered
from where they had wandered
and asked them to reveal the secrets that they knew
the girls just laughed and giggled shyly as young girls are prone to do
but in secret one of them
was quite taken with his charming manners
so she allowed him a tiny space in the vacancy of her heart
and he lived there quite happily
until the day that he forgot
who he was and where he had found her
through winter and summer he did flounder
up snowy hills and on the banks of a sunny river
shivering in the cold and sleeping in the dark
outside he grew his watermelons and raised chickens in a coop....
so much for punctuation i don’t give a **** at all
but if it helps you better understand the situation
then i’ll share my all
the melody in your heart
breaks down all the walls
and opens up the mouths of mountains
like cascading waterfalls

Let's make love for seven hours
While we dry our towels in the sun
Stop speaking wisdom
And ruin yourself in this love
Come touch the ground of nakedness
We are blessed to speak of the Sun
She runs into your arms like a tiger
She is herself and that is her charm
I am alarmed and waiting
She is ready for my love
Grief is a battle
And we are never done
Realizing our infinity
So speak not of this embrace
We are not something you can follow
And we are not something to be chased
We are all drunken images
Rotating like a record player
The amount of wisdom you embody
Is directly proportionate to your pain

as opposed to hypophilia (infrequent ****** arousal) or hippophilia (an affinity for horses...

Utilizing garbage disposals
Can be a form of therapy too
They help me to get rid of
Whatever feelings I have left for you

Utilizing garbage disposals can be a type of therapy too,
They help me to get rid of whatever feelings i have left for you.

i invite the autocracy of super-natural love to gather fierce strength
and dare you to stare at the apocalyptic face
and wipe the smirk off its mouth, as faith will erase
all shadows of doubt that are foolish enough to stand in our way

this insurgency
breathes
as you plead
please let me linger a little longer
at your fingertips I fell
and tasted the deer's head
eyes of the serpent’s brides
this congregation is full of liars
and truth-sayers
seekers all aside
i hide between drishtis
as yogas collide
I am clean and undivided
subsided topsoil
collapses
until tilled it thrives
i glide
upon four legged spiders
dine upon succulents and hang gliders
as the cream rises to the top
we become like butter
ghee is the mother of all beings
is harmony in soluble fats
or in burning ghats on the ganges
fat solids cooked in vats
on home burners
i sold the answers to the texts
as the scriptures were stolen by hungry thieves
in need of a tryant’s democracy
a solvent alternative to capitalist precocity
i seek thee
in fibrous stalks of kale
as spines recline
so do our waking minds
and we become blinded
to the ingredients of divergence
you allow for the butter to melt
and spread over mind toast
i boast about our love
and yet it swallows me whole
i am a shallow vessel
fill me and i overflow too easily
greatness is deep and heavy
and the west is getting ready
for its birthday
a celebration of identity
still neglecting the face
of multidimensionality
we continue to harbor
expatriates of the soul

Unknown dreams
Inside our eyes
Take time to shine
Images concretize
And i realize
That this rhythm
Is silently embodied
Wholly for itself

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

Scheherazade swims in streams
Of unending disappointment
Her narrative slips from her hands
Like water through a broken bucket
Punctured promises release their longing
I am but an old story waiting to be told
But in the end there is a rhythm
That every child born of a mother
Already knows too well

handmade artifacts, please choose one
art or facts kid whichever you desire
just kidding i have no agenda
just some sandpaper and some free time
i can shine your shoes or polish your stones
give a nice luster to those old fashioned bones
remove your clothes and I’ll start to work
here and now is our time
so there’s really no need to be shy
i am a member of an ancient guild
of warriors and saints who liked to paint
and write poetry between battles and strikes
love wanted to outlast those charms
but everything fades as quick as it appears
and everything here is not really here
i am instrumental and sentimental
yet god is infinitely more clever
her eyes are the stars and his heart is a vessel
music is movement on a salty sea
lover you have always been a part of me
i am in bliss and quick to listen
i choose to kiss you since there are no victims
only simple differences that we can overcome
our love is green like shades of beauty
trees and grasses overtake our duty
the dusty lands upon our hands
which foreigners attack but still we've kept them back
lift your eyes to the skies and receive water for thirsty nights
we lost sleep and awoke tired like the sunrise
loose like the waters that **** near swept us away
still it keeps turning inward like a mosaic built for yesterday

Two lovers once entangled ________

a) blend together all night.
b) absorb each other's light.
c) stay connected for life.
d) have the strength to sacrifice.
e) display no attachment and remain as cold as ice.
f) never see each other again.

In libraries of desire and shadow
I show you my true face
Can we ever escape these paintings
And portraits of our pain
We are occupied tonight
With inflations of divine importance
Hundreds of soldiers
Dream of sleeping in the park
Making their beds on pallets of lost art
While former lovers harvest our scars
And make silent movies in the dark

breathtaking radiance in heat
love is a blank canvas
torn into one hundred pieces
purpose is our oldest prankster
playing tricks upon all our seeds
destination always wanders
so we spread our wings
out towards the east
breakfast is a tale of talons
claws and arrows
that never truly ceases  
to subdue the inner beast

potatoes and cabbage
release our savage ancestry
and we become vulnerable
do not seek the message of saints
who say crying is poison
for circumstances do not determine our future
in kisses and hunger
our bodies must uncover
the lightning and the fire
that was hidden deep inside
like ulcers and lovers
if one towers above the other
we lose our vision and our courage
purging from our souls
we resist the kiss of tyrants
yet drink from the cups of aristocratic anarchists
as you watch tournaments turn into battles
you wonder what season is it anyway
and i begin to realize
how long i've owed you an apology

Come now my love
Lets begin to offer up our praise
For the Earth, the Sky and Sea
Bless the sacred rivers and waterways
To which we all must come to drink
Lets plunge our fragile psyches
A holy trinity of spirit, mind and body
Into the vast ocean deep
And how much better off we’ll be
Then if we were to sit upon this ground
And pretend what great souls are we

Resist seeing everything as deformed
Dilapidated, ***** and destroyed
Those feelings will deplete you
When you see dirt, smile
Where you see disorder, laugh
Chaos is capable of restoring your sanity
Order is denial about the way
The earth was made to function
We are the infrastructure of the apocalypse
And whoever dares to laugh the loudest
At all this apparent darkness
Might even win a prize someday for smiling

A lot of water on Earth never gets cold enough to freeze
We are lightning’s dreams divided into thirty beings
The Gods created an immediate opening inside your head
But who can decide why we are afraid to fly
When magic is alive and trying to escape from it's cage
We are in denial of the rage we have yet to face
So you break free of icy bars that keep you chained to your nemeses
We need sunlight and kindness like a child needs it's mother
You were found lying down upon the daisies
Making our love seem as fresh as all these raindrops
Whatever kindness you can imagine
Someone may try to explain away the beauty of it, eventually
But right now I need life to refrain from tantalizing me too frequently
So open my mind for you are already a part of the divine collective
That reminds me to breathe whenever I can't see what's happening in front of me
Or the sparkle of that infinite sky within me
Its true that your lips speak the tenderest of music
But still I choose to remain appreciative of this confusion

portable and small
lady of the island
your eyes are wild
these childish games
remain shallow
dream of truth
while compassion strangles
the way we drift from freedom
if success is defined
by what you know best
no more the blood of our fathers
oh sailor of the dark bottoms
with rusted beard and sandpaper
oh spirit guide me
and make me a being of truth
for the children of the dawn
time is knotted and webbed
in which the princess
doesn’t find her power
tossing and turning in fields of rye
all that matters is
dedication to the goal
burn your bank accounts
i dance to the music of the blind
for my father
held together despite the waves
so old and forlorn
it is his breath
that breathes
the forests back to life
gears turn
suspend judgement
and long words
throughout the day
show the world who you are
yet crying is the medicine
we need in order to become whole

The days go by
We decline in mind and body
We deny our fleshy rights
We aspire to the greatest heights
We decide who we’ll trust
And then one day love must come
If only to defy our luck

Come break out of angular prison
And become liquid crystalline again
Hexagonal structures channeling electric current
Consciousness repeats it's own melodies
We deepen our intention and self awareness
I bless the edges of your defensive mind
Two lovers once entangled blend together for life

your eyelids
fly in tragic circles
under black skies
your mountains crumble
putrid apples and hillbillies all return
from chaos came compassion
from darkness came the word
kindness gave birth to sorrow
and silence was never earned
your antithesis presents itself
in every situation, myth is ever heard
speaking to the elves
in their own language
and flirting with the birds
yes i long for nonsense
i long for romance too
i long for our companions
to put you in the mood
stolen gardenias leave a trail of scents
your eyes tore across the pavement
and left tracks upon my arm
could i have ever won your heart
indescribable unseen voices
signal the rising sun
surrender to the one
and give all of yourself
in service
kiss the ancient ones feet
lick the sweat from the streets
greet yourself in the other
i shudder in suspense
i grow weary awaiting thy countenance
i count the days, hours, weeks and months
until i see thy lotus feet

it was late September when i let you in
i remember the audacity of your mouth
what a feeling when it lingered around my lips
and stayed their way too long
i could not keep your secrets
and so you cast me out
loose people are threats to humanity you said
loose lips sink ships
but your loose lips opened
into a cavern of mysteries
so vast that the sky was jealous
of your beauty
and the indolence you prided yourself on
what a mystery
the starry eyed dreamers slept
and wept for their ancestors
who were calling out to them
but they couldn’t hear them from consciousness' bed
i am listening to your trembling body
and thinking that your salt is my sanity
and without electrolytes
i’d die of thirst inside your watery mouth
ugh this pounding is so **** repetitive
i can’t remember the last time we were so negative
separated by our sins
freedom is spinning round
like a child turning towards the heavens
beauty, sweat and love
forever making fools of us
what a nemesis love makes of us
what neanderthals we are
what they were is what we’ve become
for what is love anyway
but madness
dedicated to its own ruin
the self that desires its own undoing
is intoxicated by a substance
more inebriating than wine, beer, or ***
it is lust that lights the fire of our desire
in sweaty nights of passion
we’ve become raunchy with musical fever
sweet icicles pierce these hearts
deep love dives deeper
deep words we seek
each growing more distant
the nearer that we come

I am tired of drying my tears on your shoulder
Tonight let's make light of these tethers
Fingers folded and feathers open
We are mending our souls by the fire
Whole pieces of my heart have been taken
While the stars were tumbling down from the sky
We are allegedly guilty of all of these innocent lies
What’s the point in singing if you are only gonna run
What’s the point in digging our love up from the ground
Could we make complete sentences
Out of a few ordinary words
And perhaps with a little punctuation
We can finally take our places in the world
Where shades of watercolors on colored paper
Are shaking up our pain as well
Magic is making a comeback
While we take into account these petty faults
Are we trying to be artistic
Or are we just trying to impress our self
Breathing in and out I found those boundless heights
And wealth is knowing the depths of our imagination
And regularly receiving a healthy dose of sound advice

Paternal eternalism
Alarmingly determined
To destroy all degrees
Of destiny
Hegemonic neoteny
Neolithic apathy
Stone-age artifacts
Forgetful architects
Archetypal artistry
More pretentious
Than your law degree
We are equal
Or we are free
Treat me like
I mean something
Treat me like
You disbelieve
That all your ancestors
Defended evidence
To the contrary

Libido, libidon't

i am fortunate enough to choose my own melodies
as sadness drifts like a river through the night’s journey onward
forget your identity and merge with the trees along the shoreline
who is the gatekeeper anyway
she is the one who decides what is appropriate
i wish to meet her face and see her eyes
for what a challenging occupation it must be
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
making serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers
into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect
as stardust collects on your shelves and altars
you may stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can never touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual ideas
or only in vast conglomerations
perhaps we are bound to an infinite chain of misnomers
if all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings, perceptions, formations and consciousness
then earth, water, fire, air, and ether
are all manifesting maya equally
this life may indeed be a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or perhaps a little irony

she meanders like a fire
into darkness and over the silence
around cascading waterfalls
she pools at the bottom of your heart
then she’s gone again
as quick as she arrived
she flees from her own form
softer than a rain storm
shallower than a puddle
her magic remains active
in the thunder’s hunger
for another thousand years of slumber
i strum the guitar
sit up by the fire
and speak words of broken music
solvents could never
dissolve these misplaced feelings
servants shine our shoes
against the backdrop of the news
swarms of silent reveries
humanities dismemberment
our agreements forgotten and gone rotten
like cattle in the slaughterhouse
our trust is rusted like copper left out in the rain
melted into liquid castings
i embark on the outgoing tides
side with the devil and you are bound to fall
so even after all the ups and downs
and years of underground living
we return to the fire of the sun as a new material
a type of clay ready to be burnt
a piece of wood that is quick to smoke
stoked by love’s hands
standing out or in
i shall never know
the loudness of the echo
the mountains or the rainbow’s demolition
strategies broken by time’s indecision
situations mistaken
as if they were not awakened yet
i am getting wet
standing in the rain
and snakes are dancing on the lawn