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

A narcissist is just an angel with devilish tendencies.

or

A narcissist is just an angel with a devilish demeanor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know you hate it when
you have to dress up in those fancy clothes
and parade around like an orangutan
why don’t you let it all go
and embrace your own mortality
in all regards this is just a dress rehearsal
so let yourself have fun
one option is to become hard
another is to soften
and learn to dance with the unexpected
simplicity is welcomed
all is in it’s perfect state of unfolding
i am shown my own reflection
even when the mirror distorts the image
i produce another image within my own perception
i am the creator of what i perceive
yet on all accounts the senses seem to disagree
and we are left wondering what is truly real
i steal time like you steal kisses
our hearts dance while our minds listen
for voices calling softly to our shadows
and lightning offers itself in chiaroscuro
the drama continues
i sense the new day is dawning
Venus is retrograde and I am returning
to my old stomping grounds
the elephant graveyards are covered with carpets
we laugh and roll around on the floor
our short endeavor turns into a whole day affair
did you snare me with your golden sparkles
i see your hair like feathers on an ostrich
those streaks of white
make the snow look dark by comparison
all our faiths are the same
one family embracing this entire planet
our mother calls us home
and we return
street lights blare and turn the world orange
i am fortunate to choose my own melody
sadness drifts like a river through the night’s journey onward
forget your identity and merge with the trees along the shoreline
who is the gatekeeper
the one who decides what is appropriate
i wish to meet her face and see her eyes
what a challenging occupation it must be
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
making serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains and draw us down
from the ethers into present day reality
i choose to face the fire of the architect
stardust collects on your shelves and altars
stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can never touch this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

What does a hippy/shaman wear to a sleepover?
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Pajamamas

a perspective i neglected
too many years ago
now returns on the echoes
of the wind
embankments of separation
apparent to some
and hidden to others
lose yourself
in mental uncertainty
its unreliable how we know
which way the sun is heading
from southern waters that carry
all our heaviness back home

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am shattered by all of your apologies
Feelings flee as I give way to my tragedies
Transpersonal stories drift into allegories
I am never satisfied with your caresses
We are perplexed and defiant
We demonstrate lots of reticent compliance
And alliances to authorities we detest
You and I have a tendency to penetrate all the underbellies
We would filet the flesh only to inspect the viscera

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

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

now i know the difference
between the darkness and the light
as featureless women
become a formless sea
of instant gratification
is this the medicine i seek
these trials and tribulations
are tripping me up
every which way i reach
i feel you after me
never quite on time
we always run behind

i am dancing in flaming spirals
a feather high up in a tree
i am a shepherd and i am a chief
i am the river, the mountain and the sea
life gets hectic and full of noise
in the confusion we reach out for toys
to anchor us to reality
yet it never works
these childish games remain shallow
and keep us narrowly awake
barely alive
what a dismal dive
into lakes of cold liquid
refreshed by the water and the ice
our humanity survives

i love singing
and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of these amazing rides
whose daily blueprints are engraven
in the inky darkness betwixt the stars

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...

Buying time is a waste of money...

Instead of being grateful, we are fed up with our insignificance.
Goddesses blush upon your arrival. Is it survival or just a coping mechanism?

pregnant with meaning again
we are feeling
coming from the void
i am clearly one sun-dried bumpkin
for nothing is all I’ve ever really loved
pumpkins stuttering
making music through galaxies of vines and tomatoes
orchards entwine stables
the wild is alive and capable of reviving itself
within each human heart chaos echoes
beckons us to trust the tunnels that are dark
sunglasses can no longer
protect the eyes from the sparks
mustaches embark on sandwiches that leave marks
on upper lips and beards
steer clear of fear unless you want to be devoured like ham on rye
sun tanned alibis deny reminders of our impermanence
long legs and a nice ***, still I am cashed out
return to drowning in hungry mounds of butter
gluttony everywhere
i surrender to the air and space
to face these mistakes I’ve made
and forgive the entire human race
i cannot escape my self
or my mind
i cannot erase these pages
no matter how blind i am
stammering cramming words into space
like place holders
folders from high school
it's futile to misuse our power
like principals without principles
our honor roll students are drooling
cooling off in their dormitories
then storming the capitol of capitals
prom dates sleep late and awake naked

The depth, width and breadth
Of all nonlinear dimensions
Are exceedingly less quantifiable
Than the imminent direction of your breath
When its projected back through space
I seek wholeness in the hidden chambers of your breast
And find music in your laughter's gentleness
We have outdated attitudes framed upon our walls
And old hallways that echo with the altitude of our confusion
A cornucopia of consciousness and desire
With a smile that lingers like a fire
She inspires my heart to break free
Of silly people’s strategies
We are bleeding underneath our sleeves
With skin and teeth ready to bite
We are all getting high tonight
Higher than the azure sky
Reflected in another pair of eyes
And more blinding than the Sun
Can you tell me who is the one
Who knows your name
When we retreat into our cave
Darling don’t get enraged
We are all slaves to her grace
While you play this game or that one
It doesn’t matter that much anyway
Since you’ve come all this way
You might just as well
Try to never be the same again

i witness bliss in your destruction
a serendipitous demolition
with precision you tear apart
the remainder of my heart
and inflect the blessed pain of love

Vast arrays of flora beckon us to their fragrant oases.
Hunters run on the plains. They chase the wild game
that have moved this way forever. We are just like
antelopes. We are determined to chase a memory.
Will we ever settle down or will we stay nomadic?
What is the solution to the neuroses that afflict us?
What is a useful response to tragedy? Should we
laugh or take care of each other? When kindness talks,
does anyone dare listen? Who will interrupt you when
you are speaking truth? I seek the one who knows the essence.
Who can explain a thousand things with a single sentence.

Why are we so afraid to say no
When it's all we ever need to know

Our body is a genius
At keeping us in business

And we are all accountable to the
Struggles of our familiars

Yet the failures of our teachers
Must never be confused with our own