You are the color of laughter
And a part of all that I can see
You surround the earth with feelings
And make it worth our similes
We are all individual particles of your desire
The higher we rise the more we realize
Your embodiment is necessary
I am incarnating my heart
One spark at a time
Finding the irreconcilable differences
Between science and art
We are poetic licenses masterfully exercised
I supply my own meaning to the tendencies I find

In the tender corners of the mind
You are happy to reside
In living colors and blooming flowers
Nature showers in the morning and the night
In every flavor of the mouth
Even in the hours when I doubt you
And run around you like a mountain
Pounding on the earth for you to let me in

Come break my heart again
I’m attracted to mean girls with high heels
And an attitude of entitlement
With hearts of steel they bend men
Like aluminum fences to their will
The angels never dabble in our business
But compassionate liars are harder to find
And it's rare that you end up seated
With two of them at the same table

My song slips from my heart into the words on this paper
You start to unfurl them like threads curling around your ego
Dreams drift from pages into eyelids
Taking their time to remind us that we are impermanent visitors
We enter and rise to the sound of a fire burning
Turning morning into night and lightning into thunder
In slumber we shudder at the angels that take no prisoners
Gifts and poison all have their necessary reasons
As everything is already a part of every other being

short and sweet
may accurately
describe many things
but never once
a woman

11 out of 10 gurus agree,
That you and i are/were meant to be.

In the emptiness of existence
There is a prison
That requires persistent presence
If you wish to ever escape
We shake off our shadows
And fly like the sparrows
For it's definitely safer down below
We remove headstones
And drown in the echos
Of lawnmowers and buffalo
We walk into the woods
Sweet mistletoe growing
Sore as my hands and my back
We are born
Drawing breath
Forming stories each a little softer
For once we admit that we are lost
We can begin to really wander
Sandals soft on pavement hard
We break bread and find ourselves
Reluctant to ever dine alone

choking on childless mothers
boyfriends and girlfriends
hesitate to divest their portfolios
solid again just as we melted
your crying eyes shine
like shadows on the moons of Jupiter
i am a camel like lucifer was
look for me in the quieter neighborhoods
i am a used car salesman
branded in the carcass of another
frozen like chosen pieces of dinner
to be reheated and thawed
at television meetings
and sincerely beaten
for syncopated rhythms
still slivers of love survive
lovers die
lovers birth again
hovering in between their skin
Jupiter returns at 35
like reruns of nick at nite
or reunions of the blind
block parties and violet staircases
thank god for elevators
and basements child

I wonder if we'll ever learn to make love to our sorrow?

Are you awake my love
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the forest
We must run for the sunlight is fading
I was amazed by the crazy and the cryptic
Until you deciphered the pied piper’s rhythms
And sent him packing again in his knickers
We are wrapped in sand yet can't understand
All these candid cancellations
In the middle of November
Remember the time you ran for president
I was expecting you back home before the world ended
Do you fancy a kiss in the darkness
We can always make use of this fireplace
It tastes like turmoil and thunder
And a sundry sauntering caper
Just waiting to properly happen

Are you awake my love, because
A lady is any place with a river
And I have a shivering mind
That's only at home in the future

Ixoras in the wind
Burning breaths
Of bottomless blessings
Surrounded by death
We shout from the top
Of a staircase
Give away your doubt
Let go of faith
Become infatuated with Silence
East is the road of being
Leaps of grace often
Speak volumes
In their wake

"Put enough words together and you can bend space and time."

- arch chancellor ridcully from terry pratchett's going postal

Meaning is inundated with quaint and complex things
We feel hesitant so we shake in the shoes worn by our shadows
The mood is ruined so now we must defend our happy endings
Never minding the unwinding of our bodies in the dawn
We are formed from stolen letters torn from pages of your magazines
And sworn to secrecy about our unholy beginnings
Lest we reveal the form of magic that’s transparent
And bears not a trace of wasted resemblance to our fathers
We were placed safely in our feelings which alone makes us worthy of our innocence

What's of importance is that we are recurring nightmares
Observing the relativity of nimble beings
Bouncing on our tummies
We are trumpets ordering the end of the hours
We are doubts that have no uncertainty left
We are sheltering regrets
Wet with heaviness and our own importance
We may be forgetting something but it's unclear
What memory is really for anyway
So we soar among the shores of libertine mosaics
Faking our aspirations so we don’t seem too unambitious
I'm ambivalent really to the sounds of your laughter
Captivating the captors of our harmonic excavations
We shave the faces of our leftover neighbors
We create masquerades that look like parades of paper mache
We are too fresh to stay awake all day
And let them drain our brains of orange flowers
While we are floundering in the fountains of our campaigns
To correct these collective imbalances

Manic hands that hold you only in the morning
Soaring above the bed we pretended
That we could fly on the edges of our feet
So we led our lives with crazy abandonment
As if hope was an old friend that would pretend
Not to know the meaning of these endings
But you are better off than me at a million different things
But still I think the way you said, goodbye
Was just a little too insensitive

i digress and select a letter
from a pile on my desk at random
perplexed as an isotope
we cope with our failures
by drinking smoke
and inhaling vapor
liquid rapiers blasting
our addictions on the radio
has language declined
as more and more symbols combine
is it blasphemous to rhyme
when you were clearly told not to

I am expiring in expectation
The aspen trees dance and swim
In a sea of invisible labor
I am impressed with all the metaphors
You invented, only to describe
The daily massacre of beauty

Nuzzle me with your fingers
Sting my eyes with your soap
Your truces are so dangerous
And poets need more than hope

so many dreams and visions
so many decisions we must make
to keep our path unfolding
we can’t anticipate anything

young eyes and young hearts are opening
forming bridges and questioning
gifts are everywhere that you look
the face of god is your own face
the sight of angels is filled with grace
umpires call the shots from their tree houses
while entire empires have fallen
faster than those very same tree tops

in the wake of beatitude
the dalliance of a lover scorned
your thorns and your thimbles
all are wild and necessary
in the meantime i run and dance
upon the headless waters
jolts of electricity in feverish spurts
hit the earth and spray our shirts with blood
splattered like honey comb
a smorgasbord of tragedy and unclean similarities
your self-same regulars
threatening daily to outdo you

Former lovers and undercover brothers
Sometimes a great notion
Must stand on it's own two feet
Morning now comes without a ceremony
Sometime before the day’s end, you greet me
Hours of intimacy while you are still awakening
We are particles of permanent perplexity
Amidst perceptive prisons
We shift in and out of our insanity

So much for the way you like it
So much for the way that comes easiest
So much for the voice that says you are not clever
So much for the sound that has no meaning or measure

We are so much more
Than so many people like to think
We are so much more
Than the end of another work-week
We are so much more
Than our meager memories want us to believe
And so much more
Than the thunder underneath

We are so much more
Than the loneliest winters
We are so much more
Than the speakers we destroy
We are so much more
Than the fragilest fingers
We are so much more than
The harmony of the spheres
Which brings us to our knees a million times over
In order to speak to seeds
That usually disappear without a whisper

The dynamic masculine sits on a dragon
And gets thrown a thousand times a week
We are all suspicious of our inner warriors
For more than once we have felt them pierce
Our fleshy shields and compassion breaks down
Upon the roughest edges of our Shadow

if you’re strung out
or tired, if you miss your bus
or are late to work
if you’re angry or your grumpy
if you can’t get out of bed
then this song is for you
so let it play real loud
there is only one thing worthy
of all your love and money
and that is to be happy
really truly happy
so keep on making waves
and saying *******
whenever its necessary
to all those icy *******
who keep you in your cubicles
and if they ever mess with you
than here is what you do
tell them they are silly
for wasting all their energy
trying to impress other people  
or for chasing after money
when they don’t really need power
or some sophisticated title
what they really want
is some good company
who will sit with them
for at least an hour or two
a couple of times per week
a friend is worth more than gold
and an angel is not for you to hold
and lions take their supper raw
but if you are a human being
then first you need to find
someone who adores you

Murderous herds of burning rubber
Hundreds of birds pierce the sky
And you fly away too quickly but who am i to argue
Uncover the dirt and the stones we buried deep
Beneath the politicians
Seated on their thrones in honorary comfort
Their dignity determined by our phony way of thinking
Speak equally and clearly
You define yourself and we melt into muscles
Funneling our blood and nerve bundles
Remove the bandages that cover your wounded arms
Scars stand ready to tell you of their battles
Metal and steel, youth is all we meddle with
These needles and the devil are all you need to fear

the world is certifiable
and if love is viable then let it grow
the commotion of emotion
tends to short circuit our devotion
and if promotions are no longer forthcoming
than non-competition agreements
probably won’t hold up in love’s court
you were bought and sold for naught
i caught you taking hold of those horses
so slow down baby and hold your course
slow motion dentistry will one day find a way
to deposit all the sedimentary mercury
lettuce leaves feel great left on your face
burn the vision underneath this skin
and with infinite precision we usher it in
you are gorgeous and re-purposed like a tortoise
for use with chopsticks and candles
i am landing now at the restaurant
extreme diners undo their lotus positions
and compete for heat and coolness
damp or dry, light or heavy
steady your eye and hand
fans cool us from the ceiling
as we move to the band
the dancing ballerinas
though i couldn’t see them
are very used to all this bending of our wills

Teeth clatter against the cold
We stole all the fire we could ever own
If you’re apprehensive
Please know that I feel you in my bones
If you’re ready to begin trying
We’ll soon be warm enough to fly
This listening is abundant
As a river flowing home
Back on its own trajectory
We shake like melancholy and grapes
Hanging from vines of redolent wisdom
Vineyards define our vision
Like snowy hillsides in autumn
We are those blue skies left to dry
On the tired old clotheslines
Of our most intimate images

a raft of old music
floats on a pile of refuse
we are each a willing part
of the ending
of every living being
and accountable to nothing
but our own voices
dreaming of choices
we may one day wish
we had never made
instead you say nothing
and deny all the oaths
you've promised me
still i think that
you may have loved me
more than anyone
else ever did

Plagiarism is creative
Grief is constructive
Vision is reductive
Forget everything you know
Balance vice and virtue
Tumultuous teenagers
Escape their lonely cages
Burning with desire
I borrowed nothing from you

With golden thread
You mend the tears in my pockets
I am only allotted one item per day
So let's stay here until the stars fade away
And face the neverending promises
We laugh at memories of pain
Harboring no need for tragic romances
Or life's fragile remembrances
It's already exacerbated by boredom’s wastefulness
So we decline more license plates and credit cards
And instead compare our hearts to targets

The life of a sentence cannot be erased.

Humble hearts leave trails
Of burning arcs
Whenever they pass you by
When time is borrowed
From the present
It's a gift from heaven
If we are born unperturbed
Then how do we learn
To become so boring
After we have grown

If you have it then you’ll know it
For once it comes it's ever showing
Humble hearts are made for rowing
These boats back home again

Come close and sit by the phone
Waiting for the dial tone to call you collect
There are many benefits to a relationship
Like love with tenderness,
Arguments and sweet caresses

Bless the ligaments and the tenements
With tender fingers and ten toes
We've climbed up and over
Reaching further and deeper below
And above all we've rubbed
The words from the pages
That we drew our first breaths upon
And later lined our nests with
The fragilest of exhalations

We are each a painting
Taken from the hall of some old relative
We are fancy felons finding heaven in our theft
We are sheets of cotton rubbing against our bottoms
As feelings flicker like candle flames
Our souls remain nameless and stainless
Against the testaments of yesterday

no more spoiled fruit
throw the apples down the chute
are you spinning in your dreams
are you lifting the fruit trees from the ground
are you a thousand pounds of flesh
are you this illumination to my left
breathing is both simple and complex
i seek wisdom in the warp and weft
less is a finite attempt at reconciliation
ship your products to another nation
then make plans to occupy the police station
i try to understand the status quo
stasis is inertia
the more i see
the less i know
the more i speak
the further i need to go

why do we pontificate to the point of no return
if language is a bridge
than i wish to toss you over the railing
and what if i did
would you despise me or be grateful
are we certain that we are angels
or perhaps we came about by accident
our opposable articulations merely artifacts of evolution
and would you be opposed to me
never knowing your other names
forever shaming each other
for the ways that we are the same

same language
same bodies
same insecurities
same feelings
same meanings

shreds of wisdom cast before the fire
our accents were as thick as honey
what else can we burn, you asked
I replied, what about all this money

Fake staircases lead everywhere.
On the road to recovery we burn our bridges frequently.
Blessed license we share.
So please take care of yourself.
Bend the rules and find the fragments you’ve discarded.
In invisible waters you sold your soul.
Bought like gold from fingers deep below the surface.
Love remains unrequited.
Lightning.
Fly into the dawn.
Long stories are outworn.
Pornographic elements.
Seldom do we return to our innocence.
But when we do it's a virtue not a vice.
A vision not a fight or flight reaction.
Limits dissolve like colors.
Lost in retribution.
You sought revenge and instead found salvation.

Love is a prophetess
Who gets her powers from the heart
She whispers secrets serpentine
And dances in the dark

Message me on your phone
As the long lines of the road
Are fading swiftly
Bleeding into the dirt
We give all our hurt to the harbor
Love is a fatherless child
Blinded by his pride
So now you make due
Without anything new to distract you
We must learn to grieve what we have lost
If we are to be anything more
Than just a couple of caustic teenagers
With sylvan features
Barely treading water
With heavy stones in our backpacks
Talking to lions on the playa
Dancing with these wildfires
In Peru, pumas with plumas
Awaken your inner lover
Who masquerades as the devil
While dancing disheveled
In your living room
We are heavily armored
Farming our arugula in tropical soil
Child rearing is a solid vocation
And can you really say to me
That your life is just one
Exasperated aspiration after another

We reduce our words to mere talking
Happiness is an entangled heart and mind
Mellow are the landmines
That blow up all our skies
We are drying our flypaper
In your sunlight
The heat and rhythm
Make you blind
So sell me
Your skyscrapers
And movie theaters
Tonight
These signals are dry
And so are your hands
Chapped lips
Don't make many men grin
But your lipstick is invisible
Like painted nails and murals
On the floor of my bedroom
We fold the laundry
And dry our towels in the Sun

are you asleep or not  
peek at me through sheets of raindrops
falling down like a curtain
threadbare and staring at you
from behind this cover of water
our egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around for heat
i am ****** if i do and ****** near ready to sleep
turn off the television and splinter your attention
you split your intentionality
the moment your nationality no longer had meaning
are you a natural or a factual person
satisfaction is non-contractual
i am no longer attached to you
here we go again and don’t expect
for narcissists to self-reflect
we crack the ego
seek for an imago
to match our attachments to identity
words forgotten in the shower
i dispatch them from a tower
i need nothing but soap to wash me clean
still i feel the need to be held by you
and i feel the need to be seen by you
one moment after another
and don’t expect anything more

To the gods for their graces
We are all thankful mountains
The goddess is a shower in the rain
While we entertain ourselves
In the middle of a misty afternoon
I explain my vision of you
In fully equipped gardens
You blossom and rise like the moon
Over the ocean
A pattern is emerging
Storms plummet the earth with fire
High as an arrow in the sky
We try again and again to hide
But then suddenly your breath becomes
A semi-automatic weapon
And until we surrender to the tension
That resides between our bodies
We will never feel safe enough to die

Intangible apprentices
Of questionable benevolence
The bottom line is often unfavorable
To be or to do is irrelevant
If you're covered in ******
There's only a fragrant imperative