Your red palms and ****** fingers
Brought me to these burning fields
Forests frozen in fiery sermons
Are we ever really truly ready
To be the people that we need to heal

(we'll see)

The powers that be
Be what they may
The main point being
To always agree to be
They claim that
To point the finger
Is the point which
They claim to make
So go on and point it
Far away from me
Blame is that way
The way is to blame
Thats what they say
And say what they may

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

Love is a witch’s favorite broomstick
Congratulate your lingual frenulum
For it's offerings are very underrated
Your legs linger on my body hypostatically
Shall we make this tragic magic last
A little longer than is completely necessary
For pleasure is a purpose worth fulfilling every night
Humid lines arise upon our eyes
As the rain defines our fantasies
Underneath the sky it's dry
Until our cries seed the clouds with beauty and tyranny
In between sirens and syntax
Our shadows are absent minded raindrops
Funding designer headlines and retirement parties
Abated hangovers decry
That there is no longer any use  
In hanging around where we are not wanted
So we say goodbye to our pilots in a dutiful skyline
Confused voices meander fluidly by
As drunken longings feed the stars their flesh
We share strategies with the morning
It's up to you to attempt to deny this
Do we cry for those caged lions and tigers
Or for our own fragile sense of nakedness and separation
When life is dressed in desperation
Perhaps tonight we’ll finally get it right
Though we’ll never see the end to life
We so desperately need to make assumptions
That define our relationship to space
For we have yet to face our faulty tendencies
To try and encapsulate grace
Though the emptiness escapes our fate
If they are only present due to faith
Throughout the day I can taste
Measurements of movements in their wake
We laugh for days while our place holders are at stake
The less you know for certain
The more likely you are to get away with it

Smile,

You're on tell-a-vision.

One face and then another
You chase my heart and I start laughing
I'm running because i know your love
Is like a weapon pointed at the sun
We resume coming undone
Hovering over our love
Are the flowers we planted
This roaming hunger
Shows me everything you need
So I am growing food for you in pots
And taking chances in the bedroom
Soon you’ll be a new person
Infused with cinnamon and treason

elemental neglect
the negligence of your body
the luminous display of your skin
the luster of the morning
brings me to my knees
again and again i beg for your lips
i feign submission
seeking your admission
that you already
know my intentions
before they are even spoken
combining strokes
as tokens of affection
with signals of misdirection
and what you have
is frequently mistaken for love

She said to me,
Whenever you get high
You often get real quiet
I said, that’s because i’m alive
To whatever’s happening
Here inside my mind
And it feels as if
Death is a warm blanket
And I never know
When or if, I will
Ever wake up again

In shaded rooms with swollen eyes
With faded light you sit and write
Until something in you dies
At the mercy of men
Who never truly cared
Justice gasps for air tonight

Your love is like a poem,
Cause it hurts whenever,
You try to speak to me.

Could we create meaning from objects
Tumbling like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers bring you eager categories
While seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy

In musty attics
With dust mites dancing
We defy the violence
With sympathy and compassion
Humanity's words
Are working daily to break free
We are ancient trajectories
Of Japanese action sequences
Happy to breathe sequentially
And see the sky's reflection
Shimmering softly in a fountain
Like water off a mountain we run free
To the breaking point
For the taking and the making
Is all we ever really need

Again and again we pretend that the end is unknown
Until we forget that the entire point of being whole
Is to resurface from the depths of a volcano as a Phoenix
And make this living hell a magical place to make our nests in

How about a moment
To stop and think and reason
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
Love is a machine
In need of some oil
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
These feelings too deeply

We hide in order to be found
The sound is bound to the hand
We are ****** if we disagree
So can we please release these threats
It seems we are committed to this failing
I am fettered to your body, like a skirt
Bound too tight it rides up your thigh
And I lie awake each night wondering
If you’ll ever let me back inside you

Are you hysterical
In the truest sense of the word
What is a womb
But a place to keep your bird
A nest for some feathers
A place to rest and sleep
What is a sparrow
But another part of me
You are awake
While i dream of inspiration
You are awake
While i breathe into our arrangement
Commitment seeks misery
And places duty in our hearts
We each keep a piece of innocence
And hide it where no one ever looks
Blessed infatuation
I am intoxicated by your touch
Come and spend a moment here
Beside the rushing river’s grace
I keep traces of your journey
In my heart where they'll be safe

Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is a candlelit river
Into which you must enter fully naked
Before the daylight comes

love is not a stranger
and surprisingly sometimes
its while weeding in the garden
with hands and knees
firmly planted in the dirt
that we actually uncover
all those secrets we are seeking

i fancy a fire every now and then
as all this lettuce makes me kinda tired
it contains opiates you see
and all of this is really quite funny
or i do believe it would be
if it wasn’t such a f@!#@^# tragedy
and what’s our capacity to feel
grief and desire simultaneously

If you’ve never tasted what it's like
Then you won’t know what to expect
Until it happens again and again
So we protect our talents
Like we defend our beds
As if we are strangers taking strange advice
And turning ourselves into anthills and mice
Miscellaneous meanings are never opinions
So go on seeking your own wisdom
From tonight until tomorrow
We may find an ending to our cries
But the crisis of our lies will remain despite
The fact that we already know deep inside
That none of us can ever arrive here twice

Whenever money is the root of all reverie,
Then love is the sound of the afternoon’s deceit.

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
for sitting still is nourishment
that's potentially even sweeter
whenever we are on the run

Action is undertaken too swiftly
Hatred is tolerated too indifferently
We are infants of grace
Whose frames of references
Are usually taken out of context
And haste is a biased perception
******* she claims
I never break my word
Nor have i ever heard
A more depressing story

A language without rhythm is like a sword without a scabbard.

i am branded again
saddened by the cruelty of men
women argue and children fight
life is boring and then we write
combine metaphor with shame
grief has no name
but a thousand faces
candid as the dawn
how i long for your touch
a last ****** before its gone
will you return
or will i be banished for my sins
best not to wait and see
instead i must learn to trust
explicitly in infinity
are we eager to be done
or are you just beginning
lips quake as i bow to you
my heart shakes and trembles like a leaf
the temples wait and remind us of simplicity
are our minds as tranquil as a lake
now we reside in peaceful quiet
and sense the edges of the wild
lines are changed and bodies rearranged daily
and have you come into your power lately

I am a poem wandering in the desert
I am a word chosen from the masses
You left your casket open
I suspect intention to be a lost cause
Forces of virtue soften our servitude
You swallow your dinner alone
Correct me if i'm wrong
But there is no place that you belong
Perhaps only to god and the devil himself
You don't get extra credit for breathing
But there is extra popcorn if you need it
Please sweep the floors and clean the dishes tomorrow
Your sword is as long as your shadow
We remove the arrows from our blankets
And then beat each other into straw-woven baskets
Severance packages excepted
We accept the accidents we've caused
You pursue hunger and wake up alone
Feet first I flew to the edges of the horizon
I am a child burdened with awareness
So forget the heaviness of the density we fell through
If you need some help i know just who to call
Forever waiting for there is only one hand that serves all
Unless you are worried about your soul, after all
There is no need for alarm as the fences are electrified
We are vivacious and vilified by our spouses
Doubt has ruined many beautiful houses
And turned what was once our home into a pile of stones
And you believe that companions are just creatures
Who have temporary need of each others' features

the criminal element is lost
and you fought with your boss
its bound to be fraught with challenges
but that's what makes you stronger
all along the waters edge
the waves break and connect like threads
of poetry
lines of beauty
are curving at the moon
luminous intrusions before we are fallen
dreams seethe
with colorful landscapes
i am a blade of grass
with edges thin
as threads of astral fire

I'd hate to arrest you for treason
But it is the season for grieving
And me in my innocence
Likes to fall asleep on your sofa
But before I met you
I'd often lie awake for hours
Rolling on my living room floor
I'd trace the waterfall's indiscretions
Now I compose poems made of fire
And we make love on a pyre
And even though I'm not a pirate
I’d steal your heart in a second
Though I know that you've had mine
From the moment I first saw you smiling

Bless her hands which hold no evil
Bless her eyes which see the truth
Bless her ears which have heard of all your failures
And bless her heart which has no use for them tonight

I want to see those sacred structures
Mostly covered by your falling hair
I want to see the fabric of your despair
I want to reach the place inside you no-one ever dares to go
I want to make love to the whole collection of your psyche
I want to follow the entirety of your being
Into an underground cavern and swim blissfully
In the crystalline streams of your ever-changing soul

All of us
Everywhere
This is a testament
To tennis matches
And tornadoes
It's ambivalent and polymorphous
With residuals of hungry mothers
Lovers discover the territory of harmony
Words can’t reach their campgrounds
I found the Sun
Under a serpents den
Where men and women grow tired
Of burning their fields again
We need threads to tie our heads to the stars
So instead of lighter fluid we gather
Mustard in the yard and a garden of herbs
To bathe in; in the dark
The scent of mint is the immanence of heaven
A lavender symbiosis self-evident
Synthesizing sin and scintillation
A tangible tangent
Tantalizing and talented
Beyond our wildest imaginations
Your candle lit canopies
Are only rarely ever filled to their capacity

Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness

There are probably seven million
Reasons why I shouldn't kiss you
Yet I miss you more than any of them

The shelf life of infinity is exponentially longer than its expiration date.

Her name was Cornelia
But people usually
Called her Cornbread
Children could be cruel
But she didn't know, that
Only adults can be sadistic

I paid the price my whole life
And now i forget to cry
Collapsing sunrises
Into high-rises and dental hygiene
We rely on music and ceremony
Hedgerows grow taller
Albeit the most neglected souls
Are often the most valuable
So we row our boats home
Through foggy rivers
And wade in this boggy water
Love is a rolling hillside
Dusty roads determine
Our healthy levels of oxygen
Eleven miles more to go
Until we fall upon some momentary magic
And mercury retrograde is almost over
With makeovers and madness
As the grass grows taller
Beyond our control
Is only ever an observation
The flow of misinformation
Makes mistakes because
It takes time and patience
To undo but not erase, the ordinary
And daily acts of violence
These visions, misgivings and poisons
Are like silent sirens singing
For us to follow them down deep below
The waves and the spray of Aphrodite's nascent soul
To their permanent home
Beneath the sea of unlimited long-term memory

grief is a form of madness
that only some are worthy of.

shred those letters
lift off your sweater
and make love to me again
by darkness’ comet
i have sworn my heart to someone
and can never forget her face
in traces of music
invisible spirals
make their forms against the
waves of time

I love surrounding myself with trees
In the sound of the afternoon’s receding
We are smiling fingers
Making gentle passes
Over everything that sings
We are balancing all of our bodies
On the ashes of the fire
Until we dissolve into our being
I will extinguish the need to be right
For silence is my argument
And tonight i only want
For you to dance with me some more
While my sanity is still intact
Yet endangered by your eyes
And if we ever meet again
Outside this space of hunger
It would be to tell each other lies
And brag about our happiness

Were you haunted from the start
And cursed to remove the fruits from the bough
Until this waterfall becomes your mouth
And these mountains are your roots
Like a cat you landed on your feet
And planted the seeds of mystery inside of me

In the morning we find our manners
And get out on the road
With little more than a cup of coffee
We truly can not afford to behold a bunch
Of flowers, nor to read these sordid letters
Until after lunch, when our itineraries are done
You come pry my eyes open with your fingers
And lift the curtains of my heart, in the evening
The stars are shining in wakeful tyranny
Defying everything I’ve wanted to become

Humanity is ***** and confused
Like an opossum in the daylight
We can't find our way without the help
Of something brighter than ourselves

Maybe in the end, Socrates was the only person in history who had any clue about what was going on. And he mostly chose to remain quiet about it. Only a man who knows for certain that he doesn’t know a **** thing, is a true man, according to him and me.

What can hide that taste of your sorrow
What can mask your grief and your hatred
What is swimming in your mouth and your stomach
Who is awakened by the sound of it's rumbling

I should have left you
I knew it from the beginning
But you had the face of an angel
So I stayed even after
All the killing had taken place

Her desire is a fireplace,
But I am just the chimney sweep.

What have we come to
All this loneliness and desecration
Is nothing sacred
Is it all just a spectacle of naked bodies
Gyrating against inevitable decimation
Thrusting our hips
To time’s invulnerable rhythms
Life is a date without a curfew
But few know what’s in store
Have we lost our beacons
Do we know how to navigate
In a storm the size of a tornado

What was awake and aware from the very start
When we were left standing in the unholy dark
You were so demanding then I couldn’t wait to part
Would I have known that you'd command my heart

stores of goods rest upon our shelves
we make stones and place them in our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first i will accept

In a world that is always
A bit too eager to go to war
You like to wrap yourself
Around my body like a vine
And make love to me slowly
Like a twelve toed sloth
Dancing in the dark

I realize there is a reason that
I write better when i’m hungry
Its that my senses are sharpened
Whenever the desire
To bite something is present

Jumper cables
Next door
Neighbors
Hourglasses
Sad lives
Justify
Hungry eyes
We deny
Compassion
Hunted
Lawyers
Doomsday preachers
Feelings
Swept
Beneath
These sheets
We create
Concrete prisons
Give ourselves
Invisible guards
Control is impulsive
So for once
Just smile
Create a marvel
And if
You dare
To dream
You will
Be esteemed
By radical
Beauty