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100 · Apr 2020
the comma sutra
We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.
100 · Oct 2018
breath of life
leverage your mind and body
against space and time
face the fire of your fears
life’s tests are real
they are here to teach you
how to breathe
99 · Sep 2019
existential pick-up lines
I said, "Life is a cave of uncertainty.
Even in perfect symmetry,
It still never gets any better than this."
She said, "Wow, you must really,
Think I'm pretty and/or desperate."
99 · Apr 2020
lies and precedents
Love is a poem that always hurts,
But never when you need it to.
99 · Dec 2019
the vice-principle
While the embers of everything
Have just barely finished burning
You’ve got a blender full of bruises
And a pile of bandages in your bedroom
Your refrigerator is an ambulance
And your microwave's a dancer
But there's something to this music
That grabs me like a vice
So go on and tell your daughters
I’ve got nothing left for them tonight
99 · Jan 2020
feathers of attention
Can you see the outcome on the wind
When the trees begin to dream
And we drift into states of imagination
Until I become handsome again
And laughing feathers resume their spiraling
We find concrete inspiration
In the mouth of a vacated pair of buildings
That sit in harmony waiting for you to invade them
What dreams may sing in your vacation homes
What words stolen become our anthem
When men let down their arms
And women see the stars
We become greater beings
Then we could ever have imagined
We are unstoppable cooperatives
In a house of philanthropic mistrust
99 · Feb 2018
sweetness
paper trails make haste
as dancers move in place
our love is the frame we make
of fragile shapes entitled space
Some people live by toil
Others by *******
Some people live by intellect
Others by being spoiled
Some people are romantic
Others are quite cold
Some people are histrionic
Others are quite bold
Some people are quite affable
Others are more laughable
Some people are not quite like
Whatever Other people seem to think
98 · May 2019
recuerda
Grief grows strong
And long ago
We mourned
For this; Destiny
Is a song returning
98 · Apr 2018
sovereign beings
with elephant’s tenacity
artificial correctness
nonsensical directness
derelicts and kings
lick my wings
stick your finger in the seams
of the heart and pry it apart
start now
and drink nectar
eternally a child
our fathers
are making webs
forever thriving
the shift begets
these heady whispers
of green eyes
and respect
for indigenous swords
and sovereign
beings
property is theft
yes all of it
all has been taken
or to be more clear
all was stolen
from the warp and weft
of grassy pastures
heated by the sun’s flames
tongues of fiery lightning
tickle the wind
and form spirals
upon the lawn
are these stone circles
ever really born
or do they re-create
themselves from naught
love is like the autumn
faithful and forewarned
that winter’s frozen darkness
will subjugate the warmth
in hibernation
the bear’s body is kept warm
until springtime whispers
that its time to be reborn
whisper upon my heart
and stir the waters in my soul
pour the amber liquid
into the violet dawn
98 · Aug 2019
inconsequential
I question your intentions,
The most quiescent of inventions;
How can you speak for forty minutes,
And say absolutely nothing.
98 · Nov 2018
without reward
thank you for finding me worthy
i’m a turret on your castle
i add firmness to your mattress
and a blessing on your crown
are we drowning in beauty
they cannot define what i am after
its all about living from the heart
the spineless children of our vision
deny imprisonment
how did we lose our way
what struggles have we faced
what virtues gained
have we lost our reason
or seen a higher way
are we collapsing
or just fading into our reality
like camouflage
we blend in
to the apparent background
like scenery and landscapes
party boats and isotopes
hand me some rope
the ****** tragedy
of landslides and eyeliner
finders keepers
women-haters
seek the immovable source
the connection point
upon which space and time are lost
lest we be accused of running on empty
lunging at the dawn with spears
for we are neither here nor there
who will keep me company
when i am alarmed but not amused
the reckless attitudes
mentally tired of being used
without reward
and if you get ******* enough
then there might be some truth
in whatever it is you are about to do
98 · May 2019
manual labor
Good hands make great company.
98 · Nov 2019
old loves
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 is it we learn
To act as if we are too old
To receive their love again
98 · Apr 2020
fast forward
Has anyone had first hand experience
Overthrowing these false leaders
Yes, we pretend that we know nothing
But the actual facts are humbling
Who patented these games
When suspicion remains the same
Yet despite the lies and the strain
It inevitably takes on our marriages
You ask me why we don't
Just skip straight ahead to the ending
Towards you I'd run on unsteady legs
Until the sea rises and upon my knees i am forced to beg
I would walk to you upon shards of glass
But we both know i'd end up crawling
Right over that final ledge
Or perhaps you'd prefer to find me dying
Gasping for my last breath
For some other man will still be waiting
Like a scarecrow lying naked in your bed
98 · Nov 2017
surface tensions
what progress
not a chance that any of this is moving forward
only inward
like a mobius strip
we ignite ourselves
birthed from fire we return to our destination
surviving the rise and fall of nations and empires
i am surface tension
i am existence
you are welcome to inquire
or perspire upon the flaming mantle
or is it just a mere candle dancing its flame to a higher music
what if we were nothing
perhaps then we could undress our flames
and examine the totality of our shame
97 · Nov 2019
surprise the sunset
Perhaps it's still too early
To truly equate mind with nature
And feature future human beings
As among our fellow creatures
Who need comfort and food
Security and relationships
Magic is balanced with meaning
And measure is often a false construct
That is spun like strands of thread
Often against our own better judgement
Balancing on the edges of our beds
And sometimes on our own two shoulders
Why can’t we unfold our bodies
And spread our wings like birds
Across the skies of our abstractions
Spirit is always still meaningful
Lingering in breaths and butterflies
We surprise the sunset with our memories
And make shy attempts at smiling
97 · Mar 2019
is decency descending
Strategies are decent
If we are pleasant to look at
I wonder if you have a diamond necklace
Would you mind if i pawned it
I love your ashen appearance
Last chance to buy this on clearance
Permanent breathing
Baking our wheat in the oven
It rises into fiery clouds of dough
You can't control your appetite
Instead align your soul
97 · Mar 2020
approximate intimacy
A redistribution of confusion and misrepresentation
Cultural assimilation appropriated itself too swiftly
Yes i'm disappointed but please tell me something new

The law of non-compliance persists
We take our love wherever it fits
And lately I've grown accustomed to it
Really
97 · Nov 2017
i am my own future
some other being has become my self
like candles lit upon that shelf
don’t stifle any of it
the whispered prayer is repeated
never mind the ones that cheated
if you complete yourself
you are beyond the herd
be gentle with your self
if you feel the need to rest
find a pillow to lie upon
shine your shoe with sand and sea
smoke the mirror and an image you will see
bless the dancers in their costumes
97 · Nov 2019
in long strides
When your eyes burn
When your hands hurt
When your legs have given up

We are walking, making
Long strides over
Sentimental roads
So we turn inwards
Again
Maintaining distance
We face the failures
And dance on the graves
Of whatever has been forbidden

We are strings vibrating
We are the silent things, naming
Themselves in the dark
Gestating creatures with hearts
And minds, finding silence between the sparks
Carbon ceilings made out of cardboard
We are collecting rainwater and art
We endarken danger
And dance on holy ground
It sounds like fun
When you don’t have any more hope
To hold you back
So you attack the road by running
Yet come home to find yourself, alone again
You fold your hands and make life into living
Somehow, somewhere
We were all these powers and forms
And comfort held no remorse
Where no one had ever faulted you at all
97 · Nov 2019
impeccable dreamers
We are such impeccable dreamers
Featuring our fear and our disgust
As often as the lightness of our being
You are still too young to be faulted
For forgetting your promises
We aspire to rise as high
As our shadows remain grounded
We found the sun at last
Burning past the guardians of our irises
We are never hard at heart
Though our sensitive skin
May have toughened a bit
Since we incarnated in this
Dichotomous existence
We are sincere in our pursuit of feelings
We cheer for the joy of our relations
Young mothers sustain their children
On limitless supplies of oxygen and love
Apparently we are a pair of old tornadoes
Hugging these pressure currents closely
Our souls are always in motion
Constantly twirling, convulsing
And unfolding invisible codexes into reality
Spirals of sonic architecture
Functionally resonant with the subtle essence
Of our hearts' deepest longing
97 · Apr 2020
second attempts
Love is a poem that always hurts,
But mostly when you need it.
97 · Sep 2019
on the side
We are fathomless beings
Our faults lie in our voices
Not in our minutes
We are untouched by water
Hungry for the ancestors
We are old walking shoes
And slow moving vehicles
Sitting on the sidelines
Waiting for you to notice us
96 · Nov 2019
relationships at sea
I sweep the patriotic streets
In need of beauty and feeling
History has a way of dealing with people like us
That can be rough and kind of cruel
His story wavers like a lonely old man
Savoring a cup of coffee in the morning
Or some soup in the middle of the day
We pay attention to the attitudes of companionship
We find memories change course along the way
Our journey meanders but we are safe
To raise our voices in dismay
Whenever I feel we’ve gone astray
You slip your fingers into mine
And say, I'll see you in my dreams
Again someday
96 · May 2020
centerpieces
We made it through
The test of spring
And let love bring
It's own flowers
To our table
96 · Jul 2019
rites of the flesh
The days go by
We decline in mind and body
And deny our fleshy rights
We aspire to the greatest heights
And eventually decide who we’ll trust
The time has come to justify your luck
96 · Oct 2017
silent thunder
swiftly it ended like feathers in the wind
and our hours finished like time had stood still
respect the transition and let go of will
for our useless attempts to force our way
usually never end too well
sell me the secrets that you’ve kept hidden
i’ll bend the rules for you
i’ll sell my tools for you
i’ll accept fools for you
excellent we are
the traders of the heart
far and apart and as close
as the earth beneath our feet
in sweet sage and thyme
lifetimes fly by
i eat and breathe
to keep the flames alive
and remind myself that i will never die
and my soul will be free
free as the wind cascading upon a lake
satiated by love and sweet goddesses above
How about a moment
To stop and think
And reflect upon our grieving
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Maybe love is a machine
In need of a good oiling
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
Any of these feelings too deeply
96 · May 2019
a-lone-li(o)ness
Contrasts are meaningful
And so is a wheelbarrow
But of all the imperfect beings in the world
I know that you alone are my equal
we were pretending
to run beyond the edges
of our wilderness
96 · Apr 2020
a recipe for disaster
Too much bravado and not enough sauce.
96 · Jul 2019
ex-centric-cities
Reprimanding angels
Fill our dinner tables
We are all ex-lovers
Suffering
From a fatal dose
Of something
That tastes like honey
But is not quite
Our own honesty
95 · Jul 2019
lines from a movie
"Stupidity sells... its why you're poor."
from the movie after party
95 · Nov 2019
indefinitely
We are trespassing on heaven
Reserving the feminine principle
I guess we cannot even name it
Her lips separate the chasm
In my heart a spasm of inspiration
Whenever she utters her nastiness
We detain ourselves
In our separate bedrooms
I consume the rooms that you've divided
And my feathers resume to guide you
At night I fan my enemy's flames and reside
Inside the lightness of your being
Can we see the silent apocryphal
Or do we cancel the hidden apogee
Of our mythic rejuvenation
You are amazed by this preventative medicine
Yet find it strange when someone doesn't try to save you
95 · Apr 2020
SHE
SHE
She who dives in deep
Has no need for others to speak
She bleeds for those in need
And gives them everything they seek
94 · Nov 2017
in another's eye
broken fingers worn down to the bone
is it our turn to make the world go round again
all this toil and timber stolen from the forest
our symphonies are the sounds of lumberyards in Seattle
attraction to the unseen leaves you feeling restless
and dreamy as a satellite
lost in its trajectory
a shimmering object falling from the sky
our instant recognition of that star in another’s eye
i no longer miss those fences that kept us safe from harm
but left us feeling lonely like a hand without an arm
and no one ever said it would be easy
to awaken and retain the fragments of your dreams
but its not impossible for i have seen
and witnessed personally
ones who’ve indeed done that deed
which has no comparison
it exists unto itself
and sparkles in its own effulgence
like millions of tiny seeds
sharpen your appendages
and forge your own crusade
while so many are determined to put everyone else away
who can be your enemy in a world where all is one
shreds of evidence are slanted and wisdom is our fate
praise the melted fat of the offering
as we raise up high our plates
94 · Nov 2019
an end is near
Love is burning in the forest
Morsels of flesh and cloves of garlic
Follow the scents back to your apartment
And sell our sedentary sound systems
Compound interest rates take no victims here
Defend the elements we can’t contend with
Let's make delicate offerings until the end is near
94 · Mar 2019
tetraktys
ugly
beautiful
sort of messy
welcome to my world
Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were all made out of diamonds, gold and poems
Written long ago on some dusty interstellar napkins
94 · Sep 2019
sweet water
how sweet it is to be lost
and tossed in the river
one hand takes the place of another
in a struggle to breathe
we are free to deceive ourselves
and for once take our own
side in the battle
93 · Sep 2019
rest in pieces
I saw a hundred
Arguments turn into
Silent rose gardens
Women and men
Who were frightened
Of their own innocence
Seeded the sound
Of hourglasses
With falling grains of sand
And did handstands
Along the shoreline
Of imminent oblivion
Until they could
Take the time necessary
To fully live again
93 · Sep 2019
under and over
We are a pair of healthy lovers
Underneath our firmaments
Mundane apples never begin
To let you in on all their secrets
And feelings abide in the residencies
We divided beneath our skin
93 · May 2020
slow jams
a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
and ancient nightmares
her fingers slip into everything
and become tangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat
is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you choose to be a lover
then please uncover your soul
and give this naked silence
a fighting chance to grow
93 · Nov 2019
bipedal feats of fealty
Humans are designed to respond
While among the many and the frogs
We suddenly became capable of song
A long time ago when
There really was not much
To say about the earth
There was only a pond
And while inside that wetness
We held our breath
Under water for far too long
Though we never drowned
We became the ground
And our souls were like a drop of rain
Now we hesitate to define
Our true place in the universe
Perhaps we are only a transient state
Of chaos and grace intermingling
As our words belonged
To another category of order
We are still in this all together
And there is nothing
That can change our attitude
Crumbling
The loudest crash
You’ve ever heard
Then another
Thankfully
It's already over
Before it stands
A chance
Of getting worse

But you can’t get rid of the dread you carry
So we take arrows and aim it at the sun
And punish the ones who have loved our fathers
And anyone else who dared to get here first

So many secrets taken into the forest
We are shaking like leaves in the dirt
You say, many hands make light work
Yet thousands of feet are unsure of this phrase
So they take turns in their innocence
Leaving dusty footprints in the Earth
93 · Feb 2018
Seven
all the girls have seven bodies
all the world has seven forms
your anxiety is nothing
compared to the psychopathy in all


bliss
is blistered
and busy
interviewing itself
on television
while
useless
people
personify
themselves
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