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

burned rubber on the pavement
is this the thanks you gave for our engagement
send it all back to the drawing board again
i spent millions on your friends
so lend me the love you borrowed
show me the lines you’ve narrowed down to nothing
i am a something controlled by the one thing
love is my leader and where it goes i’ll follow closely
you are my existence without you i’d be nothing
justice is my father and he is all about our sovereignty
light is our dignity in these final hours of infamy
ignominious liars taste the funeral pyres eventually
all will rot within this tired melting *** of inequality
and when dinner is ready your chambers shall be empty

What you bring to me is like honey
I feel my love in the beauty of the day
When we have the afterthoughts of morning
Still burning in our bellies
We dare to dream a million openings
But when did we learn to speak in silence
And make passion fruit tear drops
Spring from our souls
We are shouldering too much responsibility
Behind the wondrous face of every flower
There are a million women and children crying
If we depart on time but arrive early
There are too many disappointments to unwind
And we must each defy these frozen dramas
When shadows melt in their tracks against the Sun
We are abandoned governments
Taken from one place to another
Like the Spring that wanders naked
Like lines of paint on a empty canvas
I have a voice formed in the coolest waters
A shallow pool of tears
Can never drown these disappointments
And though it cannot be purchased
Love still remains the most virtuous of poisons

Who will you be in the future?
Who will you be in the past?
Who will you be when the cows come home?
Who will you be after the crash?

We are trembling again and again
Women are rarely triumphant
Against their own demands
And men never truly understand
What it is they must defend
We are negligent and foolish at best
Yet its better to laugh than to pretend
That we think we know what’s best
We are really not fooling ourselves
But we are making fools of our self
Whenever we are not singing
Or even listening to
The Rules
Of our
Heads
Bodies
Fingers and feet
For they already know
Exactly how to dance
To the Beat of these diseases

A mechanically minded mechanism of ****** disrespect lacking a multifaceted depth of meaning and subtle awareness of the infinite complexity of living organisms.

i believe in self reflection
yet am seeking something to keep me on target
the hours are cheap and never complete
until we have digested the depth of our sorrow
i’ll sing a song
for the children of the dawn
wearing flowers and bows
for gardens can grow in desolate spaces
and flowers can bloom despite your long faces
and i am a lion with canine precision
i am the darkness in the midst of mourning
sorrow is holy
words are worthy
under the impressive sky
i fly to the ethers
out from justice
the berries of hatred
secrete juice that is tainted
and stain our features with their unctuous secretions
did you waver
or did you savor
the fruits they forgot to give you
look for mediocrity in fields of melancholy
and grief strung on strings of bikini anarchy
a blessed nothingness
respect this drunkenness
relax and follow the sound into silence
have you once overcome violence with more anger
or is it smarter to whisper and release the need to be right
than to win a battle
that is taking over your consciousness

I am forever indebted to love's failures.

We reduce our words
To merely talking
Happiness is your birthright
And mellow are the landmines
That blow up all your skies

Everyone neglects you
But why are you
Affected by their attitudes
Why do you run and hide
Disappear and vanish into the night
When I am here for you
Not going anywhere
Just maintaining balance
Like a child i smile
At your aptitude for violence
Silence is divine
And the lines on your face
Are merely signs
That you’ve been trying
To avoid your feelings

Love is a thousand pounds of sheet metal
We are the carpenters of the stars
With stardust on our shirts
And belts made from materials of the earth
We filter our bedtime stories
Using only certain words
That you can comprehend clearly
When the edges are blurred
Living often seems absurd
And despite our hurting
We are not yet free
Of the burden of our guilt

A constant state of pain
Covers up your insanity
What was made was made
But don’t give in to apathy

A fleeting image of a promise
Captured in the darkness
We took pictures of our victims
Our youth are those innocents
Who we share all of our shadows with
Tip-toeing over rusted fences
A trail of broken boards and ***** fingerprints
Left scattered haphazardly on the horizon
We run through dreams and over valleys
Life is a small part of a greater picture of reality
We walk, we talk and make love for naught
Like dinosaurs in the dawn of separation
Serpents sing for freedom at our gregarious dinners
Lust is a book best written for beginners

Can you confirm that i’m relevant
Whenever human words fall short
We must again address our souls
In the dirt of a garden
My feelings are hurt
That you'd attempt to abandon me again
After all we’ve learned
What’s stopping you from compromising
If attraction is a form of tragic magic
Then teenage intangibles
Will one day recover all our samples

Lost in space, we slowly trace
The tragic frames of our restlessness.
Love is a spiral, I can’t bear to face
Without you lying here next to me.

Before your words have echoed in the dawn, I have known them all along. Before the silence on your lips kissed my own, I was sure that I'd been alone. Before the emptiness in your heart spoke aloud, I'd wondered what went wrong. But now that I've heard the sound, I only choose to love this ground. I am patient as the snake for the time we take for granted is such a waste. Dream with power and wisdom shorn from the old skin that you've worn. Let the soul be ripped and spirit torn apart by the crippled hands the world forsake. Don't worry cause it won't be long, before your heart and mine will become one form. Surrender to this epic love and you're mind and body shall become the lioness' battle song. Roar into the dreary night, escape this pain and melt this frozen fright. Every time you caught my eye, I could feel my spirit rise into the sky. Every time you spoke to me, my heart beat in reciprocity. Take my love into your breath and it let it heal all that's left of past loneliness and regret.

Is this the world we embodied
Are these the words we made copies of
Did I shirk off my responsibilities
In order to entertain your mystery
The anima is a queen living in obscenity
Somehow it seems obviously relevant today
Observations of soul searching
While your dress absorbs the light
Emanating from the moon
I came too soon to your rescue
I never asked you if you would have preferred
That i’d waited another season or two to notice you
So now you run outside all night
And dress the stars to the sounds of burning wood
Can we reduce all of our perfumes to ashes
And can you say that the funeral was a success
After we’ve burned and cremated the absolute

stores of goods and stories of the gods
rest heavily upon our shelves
we made stones from the heavens
and placed them underneath our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first
know that i will gratefully accept

She burned a hole in uncertainty.

maybe its already over
maybe it never began
maybe it’s waiting
right around the corner
but baby you may never know
maybe its moving
maybe its using
maybe its cruising through the streets
maybe you are and maybe you’re not
i guess you’ll have to wait and see
maybe there’s a reason
and maybe there’s a feeling
or maybe we’re just an example
of what eternally may be

the mountains that chased you
through mazes and hedges covered in thistles
the briars that stung you like hundreds of needles
the nettles we boiled in kettles
for healing the drafts you caught
in rainstorms dancing wild like raindrops
striking pavement with bare feet thumping
to the music of heartbeats breaking
i say forsake the elemental demiurge
and splurge on a thousand year vacation

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many hidden activities
Odysseusʼ journeys
Hercules and other heroic epics
are always drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
ignite these threads of burning filaments
while syntaxes stimulate our impotence
immolated indigents
and dissident disappointments
your disingenuous indolence
indigenous and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss

Deposits of rain soothe the pain
And you complain
That no one cares about you
The way you'd like them to
We are feathers
In the wind
Blowing through time
And space
We have no memory
Of breathing
Only fingers that grasp
At whatever is left of our identity
What remains of the Sun
Before it's gone
Into the underworld
We are all falling stars and captive hearts
And I promise to let you in
Closer than any person
Has ever come before you
As long as you promise
To never tell anyone
These secrets
That we are born from firm
Yet impermanent collisions
So let's get lost
In disorganized apartment buildings
This chaos determines our thirst
When we are no longer wearing shirts
And love is a poem that hurts
Whenever you read it

to reignite passion first love your self
then nourish a practice
with discipline and compassion
and you’ll feel better too
in this existence we need certain tools
to know ourselves as managers
and maintainers of our own fuel
oh and finally the truth is told
that you must be personally
impersonal in everything you do

When did fifty shades of grey,
become an accurate description of my face?

i want to make you
fold over yourself in ecstasy
let out your deepest belly laughter
for the sweetest taste
is usually the moment after
you surround me with your aura
i am like burnt butter
while my hunger is ecstatic
this world is still bound to your heart
i long for a good ride
but instead we just bide our time
between divided highways of the mind
the lanes split like our insides
i am shy yet brave
i am like a stone in your fireplace
and i burn in your flames
yet still i am frozen in place
by your grace alone
i am overflowing
bursting with undeniable love
that contains both
the yum and the yuck

These dreams are a blue suit
That I’ve worn beyond it's limits
Made of flimsy little words
These otherworldly thoughts
Are the threads that join
Our avian souls to ancient nests  
When birds have fireplaces again
We all can have our own frame of references
So we drain the wells and the swamps
That are encompassing the darkness
These centipedes guard our hearts
Until in the end we free their many legs
Which are bound with solemn threads
Leading us to our inevitable depths
We are heading towards cacophonous dead ends
That we mistake too often for the sound of laughter
There is a place of innocence that we must have lost
If each night is a dream come too quickly
And now you dress your wounded feet in hungry stockings
As if i could feed your heart's tenderness
With all of gravity's faults and longings
Life is a tangled up rose bush
And love is a living garden
Time is a boiling *** of something
We can’t quite put our fingers in yet

She was ensconced in a sentence.

Take your time tying them up
I have no need to redefine my faults
You retreat into habitual habitats
To rest in the attics of your mind
Mountains of meaning are piling up
But we can never climb them
Before the sun comes up
Love is a rusted out door frame
All our lies and games are meaningless
If you'll say that you love me
Just the same as yesterday

Vexate maliciously
We all once had everything
For hours of longing
Can never be that long
What a clever nightmare
To try and figure out life
Its about as useful
As trying to cut space
With a solid blade or knife
Though the skies
Would indeed be different
If we never tried to fly these kites

I persist in thinking
That i will eventually
Come to grips with this love
But it seems its not really a viable option
For you are given to hiding
Your fire in the chapel
That turned my hands into rusted spirals
And burnt embers of virtue
Love is a voice lost in the gutter
It's a boiling *** filled with leaves and herbs
While you make comfrey tea and drink cider
Made from the webs of an obsessive compulsive spider
We shake our hips to the inordinate sounds of sonic thunder
With every drummer on the planet simultaneously convulsing
So burn and burn again, make new friends
And eventually you'll stand a tiny bit taller
Until you share the weight of eternity that is placed on your plate
In the place where Prometheus dared to give these mortals their name
And forged the fire of freedom's flames into our destiny
Grief is a ****** lip
Whenever lies have slipped
From your mouth too easily
We take our turn-arounds with grace
As if life was just a beautiful graveyard
Where we display our hesitation a bit too hastily
Hundreds of cows dream and drown in this music
Their hunger is as abundant as your lungs are fruitful
Still your lips are useful for drowning in
So i penetrate the sound barrier's *****
Until your bountiful legs rebound off the horizon
At the speed of a mile a minute
There is still no time to waste or wait
For she obviously tries to break my heart every day
When there is no time for complacency
I contemplate drowning in the lake of your desire
As your lips are fiery threads that offer silence to the sacred
There are no highlighters here to underline your tears
Or mark the ways you’ve made the world a better place
Instead i choose to caress the left side of your face with my hand
Until the rest of the world notices our asymmetrical display of affection
And the room is now spinning in space
As hundreds of books fly from the shelves
And make eternity their permanent resting place
We try to edify ourselves too quickly these days
And I wont pretend to confess my sorrow to the dawn
Or try to control you with these words that you've outworn
For we both have already contended
That at the end of the day this love is probably
Not even worth mentioning

I ascend in perfect lines of symmetry
the rhythm on time
like the metronome’s dichotomy
what a way to die
surrounded by smiling women
i lie on the grass and let my last breath escape
into the atmosphere
round like a crystal ball
i swirl in all the colors of the spectrum
i am a dolphin
slipping through the luminous membrane of space
into the divide between
my inner and outer realities
one heart pulses
two simultaneous reflections of consciousness
occurring in the same location
am i observing or becoming
someone ought to figure this out
before the wind blows the roof off this building
I am spontaneously ascending
bending through the nonsense
heaven is waiting for you to enter
and give you shelter from the storm
would you trade
the warmest place on Earth
for the shortest day on Venus
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 i believe in love
will all the efforts to deny it be worthless

These concrete visions fill me with cognitive dissonance despite the diagonal whiplash inherent in walking these crowded streets swarming with dionysian eye candy
So i engage in correspondences with my own despondence and write symbolic sermons upon paper napkins describing indefinitely my plans to attend the universal assembly of neurotic narcissists convention
Until this dissolute disappointment directs me to dance with my sick eyed inner child whose tiny eyeballs look like two pools of quicksand hopelessly beckoning to the uninvited parts of my psyche to at the very least acknowledge him
Quick to the rescue my dissident anima rushes to embrace me as she pulls me blindly inside her waif-like body into the thickness of her essence where bliss is overtaken only by an oceanic reverie for the infantile irresponsibility of this unseemly situation
Eventually we begin to disentangle because differentiation always comes at a price too steep for me to climb and too stubborn for me to negotiate with or base my already unstable sanity upon
As the angle of the Earth to the Stars is relatively unknowable since it all depends on where in the universe you are at any given moment of creation that you wish to measure and compare the length, height and depth of your own arm to

i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
and sitting still gives us
the nourishment to run

Replenish the watering holes
With whisky and turpentine
The lines on your face are a warning
Reminding me to tread lightly
As I walk upon another's shadow

remix the frequencies until our ears bleed
we are chaotic beings
and fried rice is pliant
and beyond plain to eat
are we compliant with these new rules
or do you yield to fear
and bear your fruit
to anybody who asks you to

I hear music as i'm drifting in and out of consciousness
We are all lotus flowers in denial of our fingerprints

romantic persistence
is equipped with it's own
fail-safe exuberance
but sometimes a parachute
remains necessary whenever
the act of falling in love
happens too unexpectedly

When you think you can
See through these illusions
But you only hear
Your own perspective
You are still just the same
Mainstream mundane
Monotonous
Meaningless pain
In the ***
That you've always been
As fast as a fault-line
You break down into fits of meanness
And attack packages and canvases
Art is your nemesis
And you are left alone in your pain
Fancy a walk in the dark
Through tree-lined streets
Where winter leaves it's mark
On every single fallen leaf
We are frightened of the emptiness
Messing with our souls
It often seems to me
The more people play games
The more they remain
The same similar creeps

Whose arms are in your reach
Whose eyes do you believe in
Whose hands do you feel the safest in
Whose kisses make you want to listen
Whose words make you feel the greatest
I don't know what you need from me
Or where we’d end up tonight
If we tried to go out dancing
But I’m hoping that you wouldn’t mind
If i kissed you with every inch of my being