Mistakes made freely
Given as holy offerings
To the Goddess of Creativity

Speak beauty
Light up the darkness
Feel everything
No matter how small
Keep clean and close to your heart
The wisdom of love is in all
Upon Narcissus' rejection
Echo extinguished like a fire
Her voice remains
Brighter than the forest
Real love
Is a teacher of kindness

Human touch is among
The most mysterious of fragrances
Moving away from the need for a diversion
Towards the need to believe in something worthy
Is already a type of liberation for the psyche
Why do we need so many offerings
To repatriate the missing pieces of a country
And yes you are mistaken but i love you anyway
Despite the smiling faces trapped in shiny frames
Hundreds of names and bodies are taken hostage daily
By ****** midriffs and fatal fitness equipment
Your loose lips can sink my ships any day of the week

Heavy lifting is a burden
If we are stardust
Than our time to harvest is now
Or in a never ending morning
You jump into your glory
And form a story
Made from tired words
We drift like echoes from the woods
We are daring targets of timid darkness
Conscious that our nothingness is biased
So we rest in the finest linen
And cash on delivery is just how you like it
The dark night of the soul
Can also be a silent invocation
Or a subtle invitation
Aspiring you to wholeness

certain
           words
                    when strung together
haphazardly
       are often mistaken
                                       for poetry

The winter was hollow
She walked out of her cabin into the darkness
I saw her go out but did not follow
For where she was heading I dared not go

I could not sleep
But felt her beneath me
Like a heavy weight or stone
She held my hand
And i was ******
To follow her down below

her precious breath
yearns for warmth
and contact between the sheets
her body sways and grinds
her spine is a limitless ocean
her limbs are ropes to climb
they are towers or spires
filled with millions of subtle wires
she is noisy and delicious
they heard moaning
coming from the bedroom
as she came into her darkness
she held it and allowed it to shine
yet transformation is endless
its happening all the time
like underbellies rising
undercurrents entwining
she is sovereign and sublime
content to birth the world
from between her juicy thighs
no longer does she hunger
for your silly little lies
and yes her beauty is music
and its too bad really
that you happened
to be away for the night

What’s a pound of ****
Cost these days
As much as your heart
Who is waiting for your body
When you have stolen all your parts
Lungs and dinosaurs
Work for their dinner
On alligator conveyor belts
We assembled all the elevators
And placed them on the shelves
One more cigarette
And i’ll quit smoking
One more woman
And i’ll know you were only joking
I am hoping we could dance
And stand on ceremony for a change
One last kiss before the earth begins to shake
I awaken in your bed
We are all about this pain
For once we have felt it
We can never be the same again

I have reached a new level of loneliness
Where the alabaster sky resides in my soul
I dream of nothing but uncovering
These places of hidden sorrow
As grief comes to your bed like fallen snow
You ready yourself for dissolving

Money is a mass illusion
A conspiracy of occlusion
We are involuted and fruitfully disappointed
You are free to disagree
With any of melancholy’s anthems
For they are only apathetic hymns
Written to the sounds of the anointed
Funnels of trust and courage
Make you love yourself more often
Must we give happiness the rub
And settle down in our lonely carriages
Only three harmless appointments later
I saw you staring at the furniture
I hoped that it would fade way
So you could get your voice back already
In your body is a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
You were gasping as if life
Was only one form of devotion
Or was this another failed attempt at liberation
Undertaken once too often
We have made attempts to rest
But nothing exhales anymore
And now only this shortness of breath
Can show us what's really necessary

Show me your carbon clad women
Covered in notorious virtue
Introduce me to your beauty keepers
And the one’s who take care of your children

those hips(ters) are a mystery
the way they mistreat me
i can’t breath in your arms
speak now or hold your tongue
for once the serpent is out
it can’t be undone
funny the way we avoid ourselves
i hide from conflict, as well
as never making suggestions
such tragic dressing
is ******* itself
you jump on the train
look out for the ticket taker
offer him your fan
or your hand in friendship
but don't suggest that you know me
for all is what you claim yourself to be
smoking cars are in the back
and i attack the benefactor's articles
smart people bore me
like first hand diapers
and first time mothers
lovers dream of new windshield wipers
and i wonder if you paid the piper yesterday

I could not sleep
But felt her beneath me
Like a heavy weight or stone
She held my hand
And i was ******
To follow her down below

Blindness is a poisonous lover, readily shared among a certain type of men, who are only metaphorically lacking in vision.

Lips speak tender music
We choose to remain
Appreciative of our confusion
Many reprimanded children
Cry for those who misuse them

Betwixt is a word that only poets may use.

we can never get enough of
what we don’t have or what we truly need
so bleed on me and let it run down my face
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form around the edges of our skin
the furniture is limitless
still i am in bliss from your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn
and became the warmth that turns ice to water
and makes our feet defrost
i am the coast of your soul
the feeling of being whole
like well-water i am old and deep
and still will i choose to flow
keeping my light in sync with the rhythm of the cosmos
all the commotion is stillborn
torn and triumphant i am emerging
as the diurnal nothingness
bursting through your walls and stalls
the halls of our cavernous depths
the respect we must lack
in order to keep our attractions intact
aspects of our ****** suffering
unleashed upon your houses

i remember plenty of things from the past
sand dollars and slippers
smooth operators
with lips like pudding
so tasty i was frightened
smash the trash with broken hammers
into pieces tinier than sand
an armfull of garbage
carried to the curb
so we can say we are living
in the glory of the suburbs
wearing suntan lotion
strumming her guitar
all over her are scars
covered in hearts
sporting no bra
i am aroused by
her sound current

This is a new document
I hesitate to efface it with words
Life is like a blank slate
Obscured before it is ever even spoken
It's a clean start to a ***** finish
What we begin has already ended
Yet it lives inside of us waiting to be reborn
Tonight we reside in flaming letters
Comfort is a breath away from being broken
So hold me and observe me in my shyness
We fit together like crying children
This symmetry is obviously oblivious
But we'll miss the bus if we keep talking nonsense
Sometimes we take our silence a bit too seriously
And you were always free to agree or disagree with anything
But plausible denial has always been a bit above my paygrade

The matrix has you in her arms
Will our souls ever be healed
Love is the wisdom we need
When all you feel is an island
And we wander through the hills
We hike through the empty hours
Inside us all there is another side
When there are no more cigarettes
No ******* or emotional wisdom
I think you deserve whatever you find
I still sometimes wonder
If you’ve already had enough
Crying for one life-time

We are but tiny stars
Burning in our own galaxies
Fantasies part ways
And we dry our tears
On our own paper napkins
We are carrying cards
And crossing fences
That are too big
For our human minds
To ever fully comprehend

Do you ever wonder
Exactly what will happen
When all ideograms are designed
To be grammatically inaccurate

Life is a short story.

how fragile feelings are to begin with
do not march blindly onto another’s battlefield
so many memories flash before my eyes
there are poems in the leaves
that can only be recited
while treetops are dancing
keep it clean, for its what you are
and not how you seem to others, that matters
sailing on the lake of movement
send me your poems in the arms of the tides
swim towards me and we'll try to redefine,
love, kindness and beauty, one day at a time

Lands of adulation
Flocks of gesticulation
Floods of fornication
From where ever we came from
The return to Now
Still remains the greatest journey

Be a permanent marker. Step on the stones that you once avoided. Boiling water is now an official form of medicine. And I'll pretend that we've never met before. So that one day we may dance again and make love in more than a thousand sentences.

Nothing takes form until there is a storm
And in that moment you decide
What you are going to write
I am a poem and you are the dawn
And we are the faces that we all forget we carry
I have your heart in my heart tonight
And we can make it all better by caring

Have we ever met before? I imagine,
It's impossible that i could have guessed
So easily, that all those subtle edges,
Were sore spots worthy of defending?

the health of this democracy is waning
but do save me from your complaining
all may be ok again eventually
try and stay present and let your essence awaken
stay in your heart as long as possible
for that is where you are the most powerful
and try not to give in too quickly to sorrow
for shadows abound to keep us bound to our fears

in this existence
there is nothing but love
only broken and tired
men and women
dare to dream their lives awake
no escape but through
the fires and earthquakes
its not the size
of the love that matters
but what you do with it
he held her hand against his face
she immediately forgave her father
he was bleeding from his collar
her darkness took hold
and grief escaped
and he said thank you
for disappointing me today

Dance with no labels
 
jump, spin, twirl
leaping into thin air
folding into the center
falling from grace’s chair
 
dreams come and go
dreams are life’s theater
try to play your part well
for when the goddess is hungry 
your soul must feed her
 
freedom is emptiness
emptiness is form
let the music take you 
into the eye of the storm
movement is the sacred fire
that makes your body warm 
 
people are never 
going to understand
so why try to make sense
of why we spend half of the budget
on a defensive pretense 
 
we could come together
in unity and song
let's quit spending our hard-earned money
trying to fix what went wrong
 
I suggest we educate our children
with movement, meaning, myth, and art
to finally heal the age-old split
between the mind and the heart 
 
sold on becoming
we lost our salvation
a perplexing situation
dancing became an occupation
 
a means to embodying self 
an invitation for sacred activation
enfolding essence into form
our juicy potential was lost
instinctually responding to heat
the honey bee swarms
 
scarcity implies 
you are not enough
how could it be, this silly lie
for if it were true
the world would be dry
 
still it is wet
and your soul is too
so dance with no labels
and sing as if you
had all the answers 
when you haven’t a clue
 
as to the meaning of things
or the direction we’re heading
just listen closely
and watch the signs as their showing
 
in my heart we are dancing
in my soul we are too
in the world they are waiting
for a harmony to renew
 
the union of love that exists 
between two beings
who have given up labels 
and let go of form
forgotten about borders
and released all taboos
 
these beings are free 
to love as they please
and pleasing it is 
when we all can agree
 
that when you are dancing
without any labels
you can be me and I can be we
then two becomes one
like the seed and the sun
 
a forest has been hidden
inside of a single tree 
this sacred combining
some call it Alchemy
has just begun
but in truth we are eternal
so the great-work is never done

I always write the good fight.

"No one ever really forgives the person that civilizes them."
- robert johnson paraphrasing sigmund freud

They started young and died early.

The anima drifts freely
Like a leaf in the wind
Blending soul and sulphur
The spirit is salty and combustible
We are trusting our reason
For its our feelings that lead us astray
We never say i’m sorry
Until its a little bit too late
For once something's happened
If we are truly apprehensive
We will often make mistakes

Love is a mess we make
So we must clean it up today
Your eyes tell their secrets to the water
While ducks swim on your flesh
In fleeting silhouettes, patterns of divinity
Begin to deepen their impressions