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275 · Dec 2019
neurodivergent
Blend all the elements
Including the oil and the salt
We are forming music in our mouths
And bucketing out our intuitions
We are frozen dancers masterfully
Balancing on our ageless appendages
Representing history is no easy gesture
It resembles splendor and spare apricots
Shared with our neighbors across fences
With our fingers we reach out
For our prejudices to touch gently
I am elegantly amused
At all your beautiful reductions
How were you so easily deconstructed
Into a web of beauty and butterflies
You may be used to this situation
But it's probably worth mentioning
That no matter how hard we try
We're all going to lose someone eventually
So let's play this time for keeps
Until we can ****** ourselves into letting go of everything
I fold my hands and return to the snow
Long ago from the stars beyond our reach
We inhaled and drew our first breath
From the heart of the darkness
We made our pledge that life
Shall always be a bargain against death
So now we take our chances
With some depth and determination
I am returning to my origins
Along the road to our sovereignty
I am as red as an active volcano
And we are bred to behave like family
In rows along the edges of our insanity
I digress and repress memory and emotion
So many are left and we don't know
Exactly where we’re going
So we collapse space into shapes
That are worth carefully observing
Let's blend our blood and our breath
And trust in the graceful scent of roses
We will make mistakes filled with yearning
Collecting learning like seashells
Along the shoreline of the morning
That we are born triumphantly blinded
As a reminder of neurological divergence
274 · Jul 2019
a million offerings
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
274 · Jul 2019
breach your questions
Return to argumentative days
Of hating your own luminous reflections
For late at night is the time
You make love to the invisible
People leave you alone
And you write songs about nothingness
Empty handed prisms
Collapsing Human Shells
Represent the fallacies of generations
We are at the bottom of a well
We are disembodied teenagers
Whose anguish is never enough
We feel the suffering
Of those more unfortunate than us
We steal the suffering of anyone we meet
Robin hood has left the forest
And roams among the urban streets
I have no clue what i’d do without you
The floods of our father’s time
Have not yet fulfilled their purpose
For they can only serve to
Moisten our dusty old souls
Tangled thoughts and taste buds
Come and breach your questions
Upon these tender lips
I seek to find your meaning
In subtleties and twists
There are no tricks or sleights of hand
That can grasp you upon your hips
But if i’m ever quick enough darling
You won’t have a chance
And i’ll just stand here laughing
While you undress and take your bath
274 · Oct 2017
grief is profound
since the hour left when our voices were together blended like a mousse apples in the oven baking like a cake feathers in the dressers hanging like a rake lips are moving but i can’t hear the words you are saying your face is gloomy moody like the birds with strands of rope and sheets of cotton make a nest in hampers for laundry and light for nothing autumn summers humid air arias drifting everywhere Polynesian seasonings feet on the ground forms are wasted in the clouds fade again has no end fingers stroke toes and hair we make love in gardens make jokes and touch each others bodies i am making flying carpets silhouettes on a page silent like rage houses the same dancers are awake does it apply and can we supply oh apple of my eye and pear of my ear dreamer of the earth what will appear its apparently clear that grief is profound and so is the sound of water splashing down i drown in pounding waves one breaks so please come and save me again today
273 · Nov 2018
i am but so what
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
272 · Apr 2018
somatic insurgencies
new manners are being formed
as the era of the dawn is getting warmer
groping with ***** hands
for candy bars that can’t be bought
our names have become sullied
as our souls were polished in the serpentine waters
welcoming women into the thick of it
the folds of this organization
are still unmentionable
i prefer to remain in the vital spark of the species
our hearts are clocks
keeping time to rhythms long gone
and forgotten by most
except the loyal soldiers
who carry spears in their teeth
your hurt is clear
yet i must keep wary of your fear
thank you dear for everything is clearer now
and that's the way we like it
our hearts and minds can’t hide it
the chronicles of complexity are such
that we expect the unacceptable
somatic insurgencies
the chronic divergence from field to flatland
cubicles are likely as carcinogenic
as cantankerous old ladies are successful
at liberating the hearts and minds
of their children's babies
272 · Apr 2019
trading places
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
271 · Apr 2017
wondering out loud
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
268 · May 2017
Broken covenant
a broken covenant
saturday's paper can no longer cover our shadows
so we wait for sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance with destiny
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured hastily
this uncertainty is wild like the grass
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
upon looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten
by merchants who never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands
of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps
to join a pack of wolves
such as France's right-wing
troubadours
268 · Jan 2017
As Jah Is My Witness
string theory summarizes the way we are nothing
vibrating like something, becoming diamonds
residual consciousness burning like millions of onions
ministers of death set the test, reminiscent of themselves
exceptions are everywhere, so elevate the burning flag
and raise the consciousness, as jah is my witness
your mind is a prison, simple living is eloquent
like swinging from a vine into water,
that is cleaner than your heart
tragic embankments push the plow
through heavy piles of clouded dynamics
communication is complicated
when there are no parties involved who are present
268 · Apr 2019
mom jokes
What does a hippy/shaman wear to a sleepover?
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Pajamamas
268 · Oct 2017
the unstruck chord
like a dragon your breath lingers on my face
i inhale sweet scents of cinnamon and turmeric
the sweat of the days labor
the ecstasy of savoring our good natures
beauty resides in chambers of the mind
i decline accepting favors from neighbors with grudges
and axes to grind
and sharpen my own knives against the silver blades of time
in snowfall the descent of vision is secondary to the suspension of gravity
and love has risen like reverse lightning
hungering for its return to the starry eyed sorcerers
selected from the mantle of antler wearing shamans
the nativity is blind as a blonde from Wisconsin
sonorous dulcimers depart for the auto-tune convention
sing your limits like you spring for chicken dinners
impossible symphonies, silent epiphanies
facsimiles of days spent wading through carpool lanes
with tiny elephants dressed in swimming trunks
Indecent incandescence
The ineluctable insentient
Transcendance
That inevitably transcends
All our sentience
Our intransient ascendants
Are evidently intransigent
Irreverents descended
From irrelevant past tenses
Of evanescent innocents
In essence I recently
Have my reasons
To resent my senses
That sent me again
Into decadance
Their essence
Remains essentially
Interdependent and unaffected
By your effective decrees
Of decreased independence
Demands for the deceased
Senators may be reached
Through seances and signatures
Designed to desensitize
Pieces of our peaceful
Resistance to allegedly
Intelligent reservations
With admirable indignation
These indigenous
Geniuses display divinity
With dignity and ingenuity
And indubitably
Deserve our immediate
And utmost designation
Of authority and self-determination
Signed on time
And delivered by
Intelligible design
267 · Jan 2021
bad advice
don't expect magic
only accept the tragic
misfortune is all we ever read
love is a composite image
made from categories
compiled in our dreams
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
266 · Mar 2017
undercover melodies
green leaves fall from trees
they give with so much ease
your heart sees
the songs of vision
enlivened by music
we all must wait for inclusion
her faith is grace
and oh what a fragile space
that is...

the world in which we live
gives hunger to the full
and takes freedom from the bound
our ancestors found secret groves
and uncovered hidden troves
of parsley, watercress, and clove
these fortunate waters could not be tread upon
by the animal’s daughters
who bred with limitless abandon
265 · Dec 2016
magic is breathing
magic is breathing
pulsing in and out
from the watery roots
of your strangler-fig banyan
to the prickly pears that burst
diagonal white-heat lightning
an ancient courting ritual
between steamy stems
and thirsty cacti spines
primal liquid shoots
from within all life
like broken shards of ice
the falling stars came crashing
a billion or so years ago
a billion hungry seeds
gasping...
263 · Mar 2017
unbridled
remove the medicinal intrusions from being used by our seclusion
destiny returns fruition and seeds inhibitions in our psyche’s rebelliousness
i am still not impressed by your inheritance or your hesitance to being happy
yet we continue to persistently insist to exist in symmetric triangles
designed by the angels for our protection and enjoyment both sensory and subtle
i suggest we restore the animals to the forest and allow the grasses
to once again grow wild -- uncut, unbridled and unburdened by our hands or our egos
263 · Sep 2019
complex equations
There can be no end
To writing essays
And correspondences
Despite categorical imperatives
To produce an archive
Of the mind is already
Chronologically irrelevant
When erudition is neglected
And ambitions are deflected
Masterful articulations
Of our feelings and emotions
Are often generally equated
With only the most
Outlandish of suggestions
263 · Dec 2016
altar-native power sources
drying my tears on sheets of papyrus
shields of steel and furnaces firing
deliver the dance and grow this beauty
give her moonlight like i give you duty
reset the buttons on your purpose
all of us are certain that we are burdened
by hungry fathers who drown their daughters
in violent streams and rivers
and sell their wills of iron to the army
thieves speak slang
delicate as thyme
they sting with their mind
she moves you along
through the empty streets
in her song you can hear the bells ringing
stand naked before the eyes of beauty
stay here awhile and we might just make it
or you can slowly descend back to your safety blankets
hours fly by while we are getting ready
your uncles are mourning in rivers of traffic
your grief is gold to those with deep pockets
262 · Nov 2017
erogenous zones
in kindred arms we lose control
while words pour out of frothy mouths
in fountain-like ecstasy
the mountains we like to climb
have suddenly declined our invitations
while we pretend
that the earth was meant to rhyme
theses chaotic times
remind me of our inevitable demise
gifts are cheap when purchased for free
like the speakeasy’s mind
driven blind by wandering
never stopping
lightning can’t be bought
but it can divorce you from your shirt
leave you thirsty and wanting more
you are begging for love
but there's no cure
so shove this apple in your mouth
and try to relax your throat
the violence is apparent
while separation is silent
those diamonds remind us
of the grief we can not speak
i peak into the room
and find you fast asleep
how do metaphors appear
how can we change our style
step out of our bias
leave behind the mindless sell-outs
shadows and freckles
remain on your face
take refuge in
the unwavering silence of the heart
aside from this
there is no other wisdom to impart
so much for good company
this solitude echoes in our bones
as we defiantly
strike out against the zones
that leave us isolated and alone
and clinging to the dial tone
262 · Apr 2019
accomplices
What are our accomplishments
When we meet each other’s hearts
I hold you in my embrace
You express grace through your body
I‘d love to absorb your fragrance
And waste the hours of the day
Lying here in bed with you
Conscious of nothing, I feel
We might be onto something
we are sending out signals to other dimensions
yet we ignore the voice of our mother
nature is vocal
like a duck or a turtle
singing songs of holy madness
sad like concubines in the throes of being ravaged
damaged goods
are food for the moon
soon we are heavy like the dance floor
sidewalk mantras sung to daughters
caught between their feelings and their heartbeats
you can’t separate the world from its weirdness
for it wouldn’t make sense any longer
and why do we become shy
the moment we most desire to be seen
intangible fences separate our minds
giving thanks for the luminous divide
that synthesizes the binary world
reminds me that our struggle
to overcome division is to find
chiral asymmetry at the heart of every equation
do you truly want to know the reason
why our hands hold our souls in balance
or would you prefer to ponder
sedentary snails in the heat of summer
salty solutions produced by our intrusions
how must we maneuver in order to surrender
i confess to know nothing
and release my own expectations
i am one among many
who are merely here to say hello
261 · Nov 2017
from guns to gynecologists
coming to consciousness is a must
yet its painful to retain all these words
sordid shards of nothingness
i am learned for i know that i've learned nothing
except what i’ve earned by remembering
plenty of ways to fake a riot
keep quiet or dry it in the sun
sheltered on the run
blasts from guns to gynecologists
solecisms and syllogisms
miasmas of the mind
time unwinds in butterfly defenses
semblances of the freedom we traded
resemblances to our mothers
and our grandfathers in helmets
filled with money left to rot in the sun’s basement
the used ones who wait for their retirement plans
to conclude their lives with guttural fluctuations
effluent and stagnant waters, frenetic daughters
portraits of amazement
the lazy masters sadly agree to replace them
sweaty fixtures grasped our hands and minds
sign language kept silent
stretched out in striated alignments
cut me some slack
for there can be no turning back from this place
she gave everything away save the furniture
which wasn’t hers anyway
once it takes a hold of you
it doesn’t like to let go of you
grab the fire by its nose
and release the hose
if you wish to control the soul
water pouring from our bones
i bow down to your ground
we are going home
arguing no more
our moist hearts becoming clearer, nearer
i am breathing louder in my own theater
and in my own studio i am making music
that makes the flowers bloom
261 · Sep 2019
artistocratic licenses
You are in the mood for loving
And i am in the rhythm
Of demolishing idols in your bed
Underground we found our sovereignty singing
Bringing fame and light to all beings
We realized the irony immediately
But at the moment we can't back out of our contract
Or we'll seem way too eager to please something
261 · May 2017
Song pirates
silent eroticisms in the shadows of daffodils
make our plea to the plutocracy that bleeds us
salvation waits upon the station’s furthest platform
for its train to depart
a miserable situation to be left without compensation
i have no doubt you are suffering dearly
from everything that went down
women are weaving bracelets
talismans made from hair, nails and rope
soap and sandalwood caress our souls
in cleanliness we find solace
as our weapons of separation
disappear down drains of hope
in retrograde venus renamed herself

open are the skies
open like the folds of skin between her eyes
ulterior power sources
song pirates sing of dawn's dying
she holds the key to our suffering
and turns the lock a little tighter every day
but if we turn our attention inward she may open it for a moment
and inside you will see your own reflection
a jewel shining on the surface of emerald waters
turquoise symmetry off the wings of a bird’s tail-feathers
i swam for centuries and landed on your shoreline
the missing continents revealed their bodies
in splinters of humanity i perceive hope that springs eternal
but its plunged back into the sea before it fully surfaces
like old volcanoes our minds are volatile
and only give forth new ideas occasionally
260 · Dec 2016
Maya's Longing
There is immanent beauty in Truth and Deed. Such Integrity is present yet lies sleeping in the seed. Waiting for rapture to capture the moments' innocent need; I recognize the calling, disguised as falling, is Maya's eternal yearning to be seen and believed...
259 · Feb 2018
suspenseful weather
make love
for our soldiers
for our boiling oceans
for our pastors
and our servants
we were sent away again
we escaped the wasted waters
these treatment facilities best be clean
never again say what you mean
just mean what you say
kaleidoscopes stay in your mind
pineal glands shine
i weep for the blind
hunger of mankind’s dementia
in suspenseful weather
sweaters are held tight
bound to our spines
are you cold
then here is my scarf
you are old enough to know better
what is the way to keep dogs at bay
stay a slave to the starving eyes of may
to allay your fears
stay clear of nuthouses
damp and cold are the mountains
we climb to the top
spirals or not
these spires of thorns
were here before you were born
if i could climb these ropes
i'd ******* hooks and cinch the cords
that would keep us on top
let's never stop climbing
how simple it is to make a sacrifice with words
i forgot that we were once heard by the angels
now i remember yesterday's remnants
of texts that were torn and wrinkled
like severed heads from broken necks
with wrists cut and bloodied
259 · Mar 2019
hesitant at best
Instead of being grateful, we are fed up with our insignificance.
Goddesses blush upon your arrival. Is it survival or just a coping mechanism?
Sweet words are like malaria
Weapons, weapons, weapons
Guard your pons and cerebellum
257 · Apr 2018
alabaster nascency
we drag our feet
yet reach the same destination
i am a radio station
singing lets repatriate
this frozen ice-age
from the alabaster nascency
fingers equate to this
we reprimand the lanterns
to find the shining jewel
that hides within our flesh
yet feelings deflect
our sorrow and antipathy
so remain awake
despite the waves
that must take your place
when we all partake
in this mind-field
of destiny
257 · Nov 2017
a renegade rooster
i am a renegade rooster
confused by their programming
so many offspring how are we to tell
which is our own and which belongs to another
was it our forefather's fermentation
or the density of transubstantiation
entities dance on liberal paint cans
sandblasted fragments of remaining still
the handstands advanced their own itineraries
and i wonder what literary blunders did you muster today
existential snails dive as deep as whales
and move as swift as Haley’s twin sister Taylor
255 · Dec 2016
the holiest beings
the seeds are
the holiest beings
which call forth
liquid steam
causing an imminent
and sudden emergence
whose ****** urgency
is filled to the brim
until overflowing
it spills forth
in an ecstatic
and infinite agony
so empty and silent
it’s considered
to be holy
255 · Feb 2017
mythos
from chaos came compassion
from darkness came the word
kindness gave birth to sorrow
and silence was never earned
your antithesis presents itself
in every situation myth is ever heard
254 · Apr 2017
l'es-chat-ologie
satiated on time
drunk on the vine of days
i became quiet and reflected
about the world i could not save
is this a vision
or is it an omen
so many moments
we must let go of
forever passing
is love’s last gesture
i will let go
before i am swept away
254 · Nov 2017
categories and commitments
absinthe, abstinence, containment and contaminants
fables, allegories, morning glories and spanish-fly
sandpaper, parchment, papyrus, wallpaper and apartment complexes
we wait upon stardust and staircases while salivating waiters
stare at large platters of empty newspapers and crossword puzzles
sweet dreams of symphonies as burning buildings fill our skyline
253 · Aug 2019
the boss' daughter
Incapacitated strangers
Equate love with danger
She recalls my name
Everyday it's the same
Do this do that
Until there's no-one
Left for her to blame
vegetative spaces
give comfort and shelter
under canopies of love
we exist for each other
fellow humans
givers of luminous beauty
old fashioned swings are calling you
duty is discovered in veritable confinement
all our solitude is hurried
and hoarded by hired soldiers
who store their food in cupboards

can you buy a second chance
in the world of men
many are left wandering
while their mother loves them
and holds their hands
until the day they rise again
sever your heads from lust, greed and revenge
for envious lives are perverted
open the sky to see through the dryness
inside of you are two eyes
who forgot that their mind’s origin
lies beyond the five senses

straight and narrow
through the eye of the needle
relativity curves like a balloon
thought is escalating and elastic
accelerating into diamond vortexes
drastic measures are called for
go under cover and threaten to email
the relatives of police chiefs and officers
to tell them the twin towers
have only just fallen down
while you stroll country lanes
in respectful amusement
to the noticeable lack of resistance
the attitudes of confusion
impenetrable by the eye
are highly persistent
what if the irony is simply
that the iris is forever
isolated from itself
253 · Oct 2019
reality bites
Despite the lies told on instagram and face book,
A solid day of work is rarely as exciting,
As a public hanging or a professional sporting event.
253 · Aug 2019
anima cara
No need to drift away or dismiss you
You are not going anywhere
Here to stay you remain as close as my body
Your lips pressed to my skin I feel where you fit in
I am ready to stray in the shades of your symphony
We awake in limitless wonder as the thunder rumbles
We drown in laughter all too familiar
I observe the faces of welcomed falsehoods
All the systems that agree to disagree
Yet we still somehow believe in infinity
Life is love beyond the scope of our identity
So sit back and smile at the infinite perplexity
We are bewildered and filtered through our ego
Shadow shrouds and then tries to hound you
Why are we proud of the crowds
Who never move or think to refuse our gratitude
They just bruise themselves
With the truths they borrow but can’t uphold
We are bold like the gardens
Financed in the autumn
Love is warm like a pool in summer
We are tumbling down barren hillsides
I found my anima and now she guides my mind
Yet there is more death here
Than anyone could ever hope
To put a rhyme or reason to
252 · Nov 2017
nootropes in the tropics
standard tunes on the radio
the gramophones are outdated
so dust off your duvet covers
and dance naked for the daily
words are kept frozen in ice cube trays
spray my hands with cinnamon and honey
your rose water sprinkles my nose
and i feel a hundred years
younger than that old toad
sweep out the dining rooms
and follow the relics of the mind
in my time of loving
i will find a way to say i’m sorry
you combine memory with meaning
like stethoscopes trying to cope
with our swollen diameters
growing up is all about coming to terms
with our petty personalities and demeanor
nootropes in the new tropics
some are similar to the old radishes
codes and secret handshakes
shape the lakeside attractions
of parks and fairgrounds
as the storm rages beneath our stereos
252 · May 2019
add-vice
Buying time is a waste of money...
252 · Sep 2019
islands of impermanence
What’s it about her
That keeps you from snoring
And drawing conclusions
Whenever she removes
Her masks and her make up
All of our taste buds get used
This is probably worth exploring
And our talents are also worthy
When at last we have excelled
At all our entangled entitlements
So now it's time to begin
The undeniable silence
There’s nothing to it
Except the collapse of the entire world
It shatters all meaning
And opens new doors of connection
Were you expecting something else
A holy renaissance perhaps
Or some feeling of permanence
Ha you are fooling yourself
So go to sleep and wake up naked
Never take it for granted
That when you open your eyes
The skies could be different
And the sunrise could just
Lie there like a fire that's gone cold
We are older but never
Bolder than this moment
Everything is individual
An antipathy of time
Is right here in our mind
For millions of years
We have already formed our next life
Covered in gold we are never
As dead as you’d like us to be
He who fears the unconscious
Fears all eternity
And whoever makes themselves
A tyrant never earns freedom
250 · Sep 2018
soul mates
Is ignorance contagious?
It must not be.
Because if it was,
everyone around you,
would be suffering.
You console me and hold me to your body
My hands love to hold yours
We are obscenely closer than I’ve ever felt before
One more breath and I’ll melt to the floor
I don’t know if I can stand this feeling for much longer
We are already a whole universe
A rhythm escapes your hips and I am driven mad
We are abstaining from the naming of these feelings
Quickly it appears relevant to refrain from our embezzlement
Of sound and sensation, since its never just about *******
We sweep the stairs and compare our share of stories
We are beating ourselves into a form of beauty
Bruised and confused we recoil at our duty
And seek the comfort of hands that have never been this cruel
We are bank robbers and mannequins
Fantastic harlequins damaged by parliaments
So we take it out on each other's hearts
We are permanently trying to deny our inner spying
But it never seems to work out as well as planned
Later the next morning we fell a thousand stories
And landed on our monologues and mortgages
But life has a funny way of showing us our faults
And our feelings never seem to lead us
Exactly where they need to
See we are desperately in need of another type of guidance
So now I am replying to all your silly letters
And having the time of my life playing out these archetypes
One more night in the city and once more we take pity
On our impoverished souls and ****** attempts at love
249 · Aug 2019
IKEA: last attempts
Let's attempt to remember
To assemble the pieces of our heart
Since we've already started trying
Does it mean we need to finish this tonight
Or can we ever escape
These ancient ways of penitence
Because of your transgressions
We are all a little less naive
These translucent packages
At the very least
Satisfy our need, to see
Inside of everything
249 · Dec 2018
please rewind
wisdom reflected
justice neglected
demons are creeping
from within your tv sets
watch your mind
and please rewind
instead of being present
just go ahead
and press it
fast forward it
to the end of time
it’s really up to you
this life is divine
so waste it or use it
however you’d like

starry eyes of children
holding nursery rhymes
dancers are building
structures out of time
solid, soft, flexible or strong
have you ever wondered
why it never dawned on you
to ask yourself the questions
that you’ve taken from the others
and give yourself the freedom
to trust your own visions
before you trust another’s
249 · Mar 2017
evidence of global warning
look out for liars
they’ll deceive you
oh yes they can be
quite disarming
and charming too
you won’t notice
that they’ve tricked you
until long after
they are gone
departed from
their own dimensions
and fooled you
into believing
their oh-so-conscientious
presence in your life
was never
really wrong
at all
aka the narcissist blues
248 · Apr 2019
dangerous territory
funerals and fire pits
give evidence of life and liberty
we seek each other's company
to find solace and fortitude
to put love to good use
we have bodies and minds
so let's remind each other
how to use them
temperaments are busted
blunt instruments rusted
art is symbolic
and we have combusted
we choose our path
through dangerous territory
we make each other laugh
despite a lack of repertory
247 · May 2019
lords of laughter
Upon lands of unmitigated waste
Water shortages are a tall order
Tables of food left to rot
This hunger is bottomless
Drops of conditioner
In your hair go sour
Lunch hours are over
And you are still hungry
Give and take
Relatives break your heart
But keep pace with your sorrow
Long minutes blissfully follow
Condition you to believe
Their false stories
I give breath and incense to the fire
Lords of laughter
Understand our hatred
Form equations in their basements
Why do we even bother
If we are really here to give
Then let’s open our hearts
And hands to all of our
Sisters and brothers
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