the path that lies ahead
is knotted and webbed
with woven wanderlust
imagine the weeds and roots uprooted
all this came to her instantly
in flashes she could barely capture
the thoughts flooded her skull
skillfully she muttered
important sounds that shook her soul
with a tremble and a tingling in her bones
her whole body became the earth
bountiful daughter
are you everywhere at once
or still in bed when no one's home
in this journey i am lost
longing unto nothing
and captured by the glow
in love with union
he spent most nights alone
or were they ever really there
to keep him company through the darkness
those solitary passengers of time
still the flicker of a candle
reminds him of the fire in her eyes

In a land of semi-famous stars,
Where not a single soul,
Has the slightest clue,
As to who they truly are.

With borderline incisions
Listen to the inhibitions you've forgotten
Forms are feelings sealed against themselves
As your breath is reaching astronomic levels
The ceiling lowers itself to your head
You are retired but just might reconsider it
If after all you are whatever you fear the most
Life is just a dance between a ghost and a serpent
Now is the time to settle down and rest in your hurting

We are funneling
Money into our hearts
And pouring out ***** water
From every other part
These carpets are crusted
With blood and art
We are partaking in a puzzle
We can’t ever really start
I crave pizza and coffee
And hear your voice in my ear
We are les enfants terrible
And then we disappear
You appear to disappoint
The voices you avoid
Anoint you in the dawn
And haunt you
Even when you’re strong
So you control your soul
Although you are never alone
One more phone call
And you’ll be back at home
Come look in the mirror
Or would you rather drift
Into sepia toned syndicates
And lose it all again
Many have come
And many have fallen
But only one has ever
Truly faced the longing
Of all the men, women
And children before them

beauty, sweat and love
forever, making fools of us

magazines and socks are in sync
with furniture and clocks
what has risen from the dead
what has hit you on the head
rest in the autumn light
our feet are warm at night
and you were surely right
that there is no reason to be sad
love is the best thing we ever had
so lend a premonition to the darkness
that day will return before too long
for music is our consequence
when we have strayed too far from home
i wonder if we belong
to strangers, or even to ourselves
how do we expect love to come to us
running from the jungle
or bundled like a baby
boy, we are going crazy tonight
words come together like starlight
and punch through your defenses
i see the edges of your divinity
and simply resist the temptation to fight
lightning may be the brightest
but thunder reaches even blind men
and sunlight is among the best medicine
so cunning is the fox
that it always knows that life
is already bursting from the ground
like a round of fire
or hundreds of fingers lifting you higher
i grasp your hand and demand silence for an hour

Undress before the mirror
Stay away from the theater
Our lives are all veneer and no substance
She whispers fragments
Of her dreams into my ears
Before I've fully awakened to my senses
Yet it seems despite these fleeting memories
That they're never really here to begin with

Groundless spires
Of tremendous yearning
Turning inside out
Rolling around
On groundless foliage
We are nearsighted
A shirtless spectacle
These shadows are introverted
One word, one sentence
Is all you need
When the action is imminent
It is fiery indeed
Retired captains
And airline stewardesses
Diners and laundromats
Incense and artifacts
Green or orange socks
We match our articles
And sever particles from our souls
These overgrown undulations
Are apparently eager to be known

by darknessʼ 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 am kindness
standing still
let me be
and i will never ****
fill my plate
with complicated thoughts
while you start another corporation
that must soon be bought
i am doing my best
protesting this mess
of lazy seers
lounging on chairs
dreaming of hairy mangers
in specific stages of liberation
the tattvas are barren
shared amongst our neighbors
smell their life force
pushing you towards a new course
the stream meanders like a drunken person
will we ever start spiralling again
and just as quickly love is grinning
winning
his armpits are living
his mind is thinning
spinning threads of rubber bands that expand like missiles
stardust treasure
dreams of weather
spells and incantations
untie the lover
go and kiss the misled sister
and become another dancer
her turban tightly tied
all the while she missed the fall
of humanity's derivations
i see sights and sounds are drifting
tired and frustrated the eloquence wanes
i keep my eyes on the page
burst out from my cage and unleash my rage
thanks for lifting my veils
so much sorrow and yet we still set sail
for another dawn
another day
understanding is the key
that unlocks your prison
you are shifting
sit still and listen
sing
for me
and for your heat
your words are lightning
grown in the sand
of human adornments
shadows upstage you
hunger assuages you
i am determined to come out
and streak naked through the grass
hunger at last for the kiss of death
the dominion of time
urgently cries out
so many houses are traded
for vacation homes
you revisit your tombstones
dollars spent on dandelions
repentance in the forest
your sentence structure wavers
and tapers off the frames
i am in love
gardening beautiful flowers
singing in the shower
the swift kiss of lips upon our mouth
go south
return to being hungry
so much sweetness
heaven is a teepee
for ever waiting to lick the frosting
hands are full but body is empty
mind is empty too
so much beauty inside of you
look out for traps that are set
by jealous women
how lonely are the lines
that we cut and paste
select the freshest flowers for the vase
a set of candles and diamond studded cutlery
gasp at the price
how sad that you were never informed of the pace
of this solitary rat race
ahead of time
remove sunglasses from your head
and turn and look in my direction
how i long to see your face
but i only see
a pair of desperate eyes
calling out for attention
never fear what you do not know
since we know not what to expect
have you came here with hands clean and feet free of neglect
several miles in the morning
on the beach she would run
while your hunger and your tigers
remain youthful in their slumber

please make magic out of moments forgotten under footsteps of hungry giants seeking protection from the gods of tyranny and natural states of synchronicity
under the protection of benevolent forces you are free to breathe your own destiny into being
situations are suggesting that your soul families have become determined to develop and support the unfolding vision arising from the depths of your devotion to life
if you agree to receive an indeterminate amount of unrequested support and a loving increase in your creative life force you will be instantly and irrevocably infused with your solar angel’s heightened frequencies
time and space will be transformed into a breathtaking display of radiant energy released symphonically from the coronal ejection of your electromagnetic field in synchrony with eternity
having considered all possible outcomes what is likely to occur is not the most probable outcome but the path of least resistance to reframing all reality
independent of consequences unforeseen all reality is truly a dream being dreamt by an eternal being with a keen interest in preserving this dream’s integrity
having become one with the knower of the seen and the unseen knowing has become the sole means of interpreting an ever-evolving stream of continuous incongruity between the linear and the non-linear weave of interconnectivity
a tantra of inter-dimensional proportion cutting through an adamantine aversion to illusionary being is perpetually stretching my perception of infinity
letting go of a deeply ingrained resistance to the persistence of the experiences playing out their frequently repeating scenes
we are self-generating machines capable of tasting our own inner ecstasy and creating a destiny for our children’s children driven by love’s simple complexity

plant a seed and watch it blossom
send a letter and watch it sprout
give a gift and take your bow
last night i dreamed you were in my bed
and now i am left waiting
for the edge of your love to cut me

lets turn around
and make sounds at the shadows
i drift upon love’s smokey tendrils
why can’t we garden in the winter
for love’s heart is too tender
her fingers bend and spiral
i am an eagle
and you are desire’s virtuous neglect
you remind me to breathe
for now i seek to reach you
and not teach you anything
ever again

undulate and felicitate
in-a-scent of death skulls and palo santo
sometimes it all feels so fake
just momentarily
I develop a reason
to smell the burning soil
and i remember that love too can spoil
accepting emptiness as it is
like shards of glass
sorrow and madness are the two shapes
that you remember from your childhood
you have come this far in spite of your fear
so drop the ways that you continue to lie
and give this sacred vision a chance to shine

sounds of silence seeping through the shutters
i am sheltered by your blessings
uncover the direction you are leaning into
inspect the floor and dust off the furniture
daily activities fit for a human being

i seethe with anger
at tigers who are guilty
of counting with their paws
streams of discomfort
split through the surroundings
factions of opposition with opposite resistances
defiant and undigested

like lightning they swallow the sky
and out comes the morning
drunken in its radiance
as a purple amphibian
waves you goodbye
move out of the way
of the daylight
you are blocking the rays
from falling on my face

a futuristic landscape awaits you
savoring the sounds and sights
return to the immediate sensations
as perception always wavers
and unremarkably favors
the unforeseen serenity
and dreaminess of yesterday
these soporific sanguines
add sulfur to the saline pools
while you insist on talking cold turkey
our addictions are absolute distractions
operating under the radar of our minds

i am thinking about everything you said
how you wished that you were somewhere else
with your soul strung out upon a ledge
a watchful eye inspects the beautiful bodies
an embarrassing moment
a kiss concealed
a solid hour wasted
serving all the shields
a solid longing
liberated by touch
a purposeful warning about drinking too much
a crush on your babysitter
or a stranger in the raw

words are in favor so please
come and let your heart soar
through clouds of blueberry pie
representations of our libido
and dreams about spies
gardening in the winter time
breaking through the earth
a tiny tomato
is tomorrow’s food
tempered by the truth
the hard earth and snow
the water and the fire
combine down below

to remove the covers of the canvas
the watering cans
the sacks of diamonds
wrapped in burlap
your soul is just as hard
and frozen like **** cherries
i bake them in the oven
a hundred degrees below
you are straight outta Compton
and away we must go
i long to touch your darkness
in romance and repose
a willing participant in the storm below
please ready yourself for diving
into waters of your mind
a poisonous fungi foraged in the wood
and so now where shall we grow

aristotle’s people
surrounding socrates tried to give the old goat a chance
for once in your life please keep a distance
stop trying to sleep with everyone
yes they are beautiful and so are you
but hunger is a mindset and you are true
humanity is our conquest and restaurants are battlefields
missionary sculptures and aid workers in poor lands
landed aristocracy, troubadours and minstrels
filter synthetic elements from non-essentials

for some its a cop out
for others a coping mechanism
for you it is a way of knowing you are sane
for love is a moment
a million miles wide and unfathomably deep
all of these analogies are cheap
and pointless
unless you feel the point
and hear the music of the chirping crickets
awakening while you sleep

First you ply me with flirtatious smiles
Then you dry me with a towel
The mundane juxtaposes
With the profane quite nicely
Misguided tangents or misleading angels
Retrograde dancers hit the wall
As I fall at your feet for centuries
But you say you must leave me for the summer
I say come back and be my lawyer or my lover
It's all in the way we blame each other
For true hunger is always a holy rolling

You sentimental fool
You broke all the rules
And now you will have to suffer
For what was uncovered
Was better left alone
As grief is both a prison and a poem
A thousand words too long
You are a victim and i am a song
Concern yourself with reason
And you may do yourself real harm
We shall let the river guide us
And then we'll travel on
By moonlight we will follow
The water’s serpentine meandering
And allow our candles to burn out
Triads of dreams inevitably
Come unraveled at the seams
Until we learn to speak in tongues
Borrowed from our grandmothers
Some say that love’s escapades
Are too dangerous for their heart
So we've learned to stay
Far away from those people

dormancy of the dakini
lingers on my fingertips
sing for me in the afternoon mist
i insist on letting you know that i love you
will you join me on the simple path
a stash of herbs in your pocket
a sarong around your waist
i sense you have great taste like an empress
who can smell the best spices from a thousand yards away
the flowering dancers in your court
the fruit that falls on your doorstep
i inspect it for signs of bruising
yet you are choosing it all
the round and the tall
along the course of a lifetime
the path will bend like the curves of your spine
but in your smile i find my arrows
i long for your hurt
to take it away
and sit beside your flaming heart
it tears me apart
this permission is a curse
this persimmon is about to burst with ripeness
a damp spot between your lips
i lick the slit that opens
a smile is all that i insist upon
a lock of love from the dragon's tongue
a shower for your song
how much for all of these images
large, small or stolen
and styled on the young
eyebrows of the dawn

light is lighter than lightning's longing
born from ions of storms we never see
i feel the sound of your ancient fury
getting ready to envelop me

I have the need to write everyday
I’ve become consumed by writing
I am still trying to figure out
Exactly what it is i really want to say
I think it is simply that I love you

Inertia is always the last man standing. Its also the last person to leave the table and the last person that you say goodbye to at a party. Inertia never hurries and always arrives with a sense of gravity.

We are newly discovered obsidian daggers
Covered in obscene diamonds
We had a great time in our scabbards
Until your archaeologists came and found us
We are accents of rhythm
Extracted from a linguists’ worst nightmare
We are apparently humid if not quite human
Ruminating on our naked dysfunctions
We are content to being secret agents
Masters of arguments in surreptitious suspense
We are sweat and salt upon naked backs
That attract you like the golden hues of slumber
The ochre of the jungle is crisper than a hundred dollar bill
Life-force fueled by something new and leguminous
Quetzals bluer than a waterfall or the sky above an igloo
I chased you to the bottom of a cup of coffee
To overcome the fear of drowning in a melancholy mood

come, come, oh wandering one
with flaming hair and eyes of emerald

come, come, oh devouring one
with jaws clenched and hands in tightened fists

come, come, oh child of the dawn
with pearly teeth and scents of cinnamon

do not beg for mercy
for none will be delivered
only offer what is in your heart
and you will know when morning comes
if the heavens deem it worthy

Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it flows right into our splintered hearts
We are already shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, quite naked
We infiltrated the epicenter of the universe
Just to hear her whisper in the dark

Silence and shapeless images
Dancing naked on the edge of a sword
We are spinning our breath into meager sediments
And what’s left are my only relationships
Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion
Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination
Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms
As if my soul was undergoing oxidation
It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware
We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie
A shining monotony as the moon
Lights the way to our observation towers
We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill  
Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it
We are human beings doing but just barely used to using
Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination
If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations
Then must we be immaculately nascent
Or veritably complacent and understated
In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies
You have the blues and the reds too
The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration
Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations
By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows
We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics
As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets
And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands
To tell time just how we would like it to be
Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves
Are you understanding my odd way of speaking
Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations
We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake
Underlying visitations from our highest escalators
Concentrate and digest, we move forward
And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often
We are clever and undefinable formulations
Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication
I speak elated seances and fancy equations
Which underlie our negated vituperations
A Motley array of monkey business
Fizzles in the vaporous mist
It's an evaporative way of saying i love you
We are tender and tangential
We are offended by the examples you forget to administer
In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel
To reply to your confessions
Underneath the premonitions you make
Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic

wrong statuses or retired apparatuses
i am hunting for meaning in this lake of fire
your gardens of wonder are filled with beauty
but rust is the color of your tablecloth
i shudder to think that love comes so cheap
she is a breath of fresh air
and i am all hair, teeth, songs and fingernails
she is a fragrance in the dawn
a herd of horses thirteen strong
she is the trickle of a gentle spring
and i tread lightly upon nothing
yet this sunshine is doing its task sublimely
and i think the grief inside my heart
might slowly be melting in the heat

she shone through our eyes
into the diamond sky
a light both subtle and quiet
yet bright as the full moon
at the dead of night
in vestibules of the mind
we keep our sights trained on the prizes
and often miss the surprises life has in store for us
bus rides through south american streets
alleyways and the insufferable heat
meet the other travelers in the space between
dirt and music
shirtless toothless
and ruthless
we alight
our insides
i am coming home
to my throne
i stole these words from moaning prophets
left with nothing but their bones

I love waking up to the sound of birds talking
Filled with melancholy and a swarm of yearning
I am still learning how to dress properly
So I keep my conscience clean and my mind a lil' *****
Life is a lullaby of sparkling objects
Frantically chasing their own tails
I set goals and break new records
When next to nothing is still worth something
The lost hours drift away but we pay them no mind
For time is a funny bedfellow who never gets to sleep early
The red, green and yellow merge in primary fellowship
They may rule the color wheel but that was never our intention
It's a carnival of quotations consummated at the station
We are aspirations of contention seldom satiated
By next door neighbors who speak in silent syllables
Until they've filled the bill and cut you open to be examined
We remain bountiful and humble as a gardener on vacation
As long as love remains a jungle made for us to retire in
We are trying our best and all the rest may truly be impossible
And if lost continents like to drift in reticent rhythms
I'm of the opinion that we have no business questioning their motives

storms take you by surprise
catch you off guard
when your garden is dry
please water it
plants are tiny continents
whose minds feed your soul
inside resides the universe
destiny is dry
so undress the wet lawns
and grow tomatoes
in moonlight torn
the madness overtakes me
as does your honey scented silence
tunnels of diamond studded waterfalls
the salmon colored halls
realms of all the worlds
old owls sour like lemon drops
tease me with some colorful splashes of your voice
accordions are strung out children
pulled and pushed together
for whatever reason
they no longer can dance
rest upon tiny lily pads like frogs
without legs we leap in broken rhythms
sifting a pile of seeds larger than one’s body
i effect the water
as your daughter affectionately calls you forward
storms are stars
taking their vacation
instant agitation is elemental play
imply nothing with those eyes
the way you move is dynamite’s alibi

so many sisters swim in uncertainty
so many dreamers drift through time
i am buying my own eternity
on the wings of love i’ll fly

green pastures
breaking free
of perpetual disagreements
in syllables we speak
pieces of our souls meet
and fight for peace

i am feeling scared
that I am unprepared
for the fleeting heat
that meets the eye
upon rising high

swords of steel heal the shields
that meet their blows
show me the longing you hold
close to your heart
lift the fur covers
and select your shirt
from amongst the hurt
and broken parts of yesterday

i started naming things
seeking meaning
in their attributes
stripped of luminous qualities
our hearts are misused
injured by time
inured to the mind
fire is blind
yet hungry
so much money
it takes time to spend it

at the gates
of the temple
at the race track
or the airport
at the gate of a new day
at the dawning of time
my love won’t slip away

i’m afraid of naming things
let's call it symbolic frustration
dizzy spells and *******
silent emancipation
insubstantial and elusive maybe
but never ordinary

that subtle sensation of intoxication upon awakening
that leaves me wondering if this is bliss or misery

Our minds and bodies aligned with memory
history wavers against the odds
I sold my arms and burned my farm
and grieved for a million years of tyranny
Treasure chests in your necklace
set like rubies in a fire
Treat me lover like a muscle
and don’t be afraid to stretch me
You know how I struggle with atlases
and am challenged by arithmetic
balancing fractions out of fear
Still I hear you darling and know that I am near you
whenever the Doer of Nothing
(0) is given a chance to steer

If only she would come a little nearer
It's so complicated to relate to each other
These emotions we've hidden
Sometimes our feelings are as sweet as wine
And drums keep time with our inner rhythm
Breath is our mind
So we savor each moment
My heartbeat is reaching astronomic levels
You bless the elves that drown in your sorrows
Punch me in the gut
I am bending over backwards
To read between your lines

who has given our mind the slip
i split my side for this
the unconditioned mind
can not be framed
it is not deranged or strange
its free from estrangement
it is liberated finally
from the false company
of reason and melancholy
let's leave the grieving for later
first we need to run for the door
so move it out of the way
or use it faithfully
and if you lose your shirt
i’ll buy you another one
on the runaway runway
she gave birth to her beauty
i swore under my breath
that you’d be the last one left standing
what has become of my promises
are we denying the truth of our origins
when we came here there was no hope
and now there is plenty
look at what you gave me
i am richer than i ever was
richer than a king
could hungry eyes behead me  
lifetimes of lies despise their absence
despite being present
of course it costs first-hand resources
as first-world wars are lost
to the source of our fragile origins
burning man landed in your lap again
a frightful attack on our senses
the senseless lack of penmanship
bandits and negligence
i am frequently reminded
of those torn bandages
or was it our marriages
and i’ll never be able to forget
those times we danced naked in paris

A narcissist is just an angel with devilish tendencies.

or

A narcissist is just an angel with a devilish demeanor.

i slide honey into your coffee
and slip sugar into your tea
a little taste of cinnamon
and in ecstasy you and i will be
this love potion is ancient
as rare and old as time
i’ve kept it close to me for centuries
and by now i'm pretty sure it's working

It's far easier to blame
It all on alien activity
Than dare to take
Some personal responsibility
Don’t underestimate the mind
Or any of it's unseen capabilities
Whether idle or benign
Who can afford to entertain
Such dangerous curiosities

its not for me to say but it is for you to decide
so do it swift before i cut my losses and run
love never hides but it does need fences to thrive
gardens are like headdresses for the earth
words are our old lovers that have gone silent
and these poems are lords of your undiscovered islands
as ladies of the dawn warm my fingers in their hands
i wonder why we couldn't dance for much longer

sparrows speak in tired streaks of color
gardens blossom on windy cheeks in summer
is this juicy wisteria or just a loquacious vulture
harsh words spoken in defense of culture
keep your soft hands steadily upon my temples
sneak a peek at the hoary eyed tempest
slowly weave another’s mind into your own
breathe in the dreams that you once disowned

she repeats their songs silently to herself
her daughters are never alone
moments are grown in tiny islands
robes of feathers and fire sweaters
woven on the loom of time
i am behind though the front is fine with me
your child is flesh yet a luminous blessing
through which god comes inside you
and throws your life for a ride
your dungeons need sweeping
so clean out your chimneys
and make space for the goddess
in each of your ceremonies
no longer asleep at the wheel
i heal through work and labor
upon the earth and on paper
in the garden our friends wept
for their frightened selectivity
we can no longer exclude
the rude parts of our self

You are the earth and we are made from pure water
For fire is the source of a million faces
We are the stars in this amazing universe
We are the candles left to burn in the darkness
We are the turning of the dervishes
We are the songs of the wallahs
We are the mountainous caverns
We are the fountains of terror and bliss
Each one of us has a million offerings (and more)
To lay at the feet of the mother

One kiss left if you wish
To impress the dress rehearsals
Fold the universal mattress
Into it's cupboard
You are a card carrying idiot
And love is never illegitimate
We arrive on time for dinner
And end up losing our minds
We are the waiters
Who never bring you your water
We are the saviors
Who can’t figure out our own agendas
We are the players
Who need to feel we are in control
I sold you my robes
And folded my hands
So we danced over and over again
And eventually we won
The last place in the tournament

i wonder where you are
making rainbows meet the stars
are you underneath the ground
or are you sitting on a cloud
what is the starting point of your smile
are you the operator of our hearts
are we destined to sweat awhile
are we unpolished stones or unfinished stories
are we gardeners cast out from our homes
are we sunlight splintered through a bone
are we music or are we moans
do we come from angels
or did we descend from the trees
why do we touch the pavement
and will we eventually eradicate the bees
are we a lesson or are we a test
are we noise or are we elegance
are we impostors of the ones who came before
are we sure we were wanted
when we initially walked through that door
are we really human
or are we merely servants
who knew nothing more
then to keep a few crumbs
wedged behind the cupboards
in case we got hungry or lost

There was a time when lovers
Sent each other poetry
Now they send **** pictures virtually
What a transition we've made
In a transitory world we are called to surrender
Burn the rubber and head towards the water
We are burdened by a clarity of awareness
You bless the elves that drown in your sorrows
Borrowed hearts that are used up too quickly
Then discarded like an empty pack of cigarettes