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

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

If buying time is a waste of money
Then meretricious attorneys
Bleed you of your dignity (and alimony)
Currently it is only in dying
That we see no need to speak
While our currency is evolving
We are solely imitations
Of our inimical engines
Of dissipating digestion
As sedentary wives
Remain tied to triumphant spines
Shining like a pestilence
Atrophying like elephants at a circus
Their bodies and minds imprisoned
And bound by imaginary stakes in the dirt
Young prisoners in solitary confinement
Are hiding mental gems
And emotional diamonds
In lonely shipping containers
For you to polish and find
Like two lovers intertwined
She said, I can guide myself
Despite the immensity of your lies

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.

lightning strikes through my heart
burning skies tear apart
this darkness in a millisecond
am i expendable
laughable
plausible
source-able
you are inexhaustible
your fire inspires longing
forming spirals
swarming like wasps on a journey
or a patient upon a gurney
what a heart-warming experience
this resilience
fingers pointing at the sun
will we also warm our minds
before the day is done
i am young yet bold
courageous like warriors of old
who held in their palms untold stories
of a Sun that shined behind closed eyes
and formed improbable worlds
from the shadows cast off their words

I'm awake and aware
But at this hour it's only fair
To assume that we are crazy
Love is waiting in our apartment complexes
Sinister judges take your collateral
And watch you fall down without their council
Pounds of chocolate offered to the gods
As if we should be honored by their presence
The heat and steam rose from the ashes
And you were naked and unabashed
Money never gave you anything for good
Those streets were composites of our memories
And real neighborhoods are deserted like cemeteries
You swaddle the baby in ceremonial blankets
And remove the furniture from your living rooms
Return to movement innocent like a child
We are wild like the buffalo, in summer's heat
Grown men fall to their knees and beg you for your beauty
We have grown our healing herbs in buckets
And lost our minds in raging rivers
And gathered colorful flowers in vibrant fields
Amidst the most luxurious company of equals

approximately what gives
this is all surreal
i can’t conceal my disappointment
in sports cars and movie stars
or in maladjusted hearts
the insurance agents start a non-profit
the cotton industry is limited
bitcoin is a big business
triple your money in a minute
first let the world know
that you are too empty to show up
purchase your retirement
in plastic suitcases that roll sideways
finalize the divertissements
divisive and subversive
i look forward to reading my book
and growing my soul
its an internal process
the way that we respond to death and beauty
can we still see the forest for the trees
so many artists starving in our apartments
lying on the carpets
and drowning in their stench
paper and pen meet later
and you sprinkle it
like capers on a salad
start spreading the idea that we are human
and we have intuition
somewhere there is music
waiting for you to intrude
upon her dinner
smells like a fire muted by desire
i am retired here and now
so stop beating up your puppies
they’ve never done anything wrong
the wheels go round and we lift off the ground
the hills become invisible and we are in the air
later the stewardess returns to your chair
and asks you if she can help you
you produce the illusive gesture
and hope she understands you
while slutty stars ***** our hearts
you are determined not to hide the scary parts
we embark on the ride of a lifetime
her mind is gone but her spirit is strong
hungry eyes **** near **** us
despite those sky lines and eyeliner
these lips are willing if you are up for it
while blind men
are killing each other at the office
growth is a forest
a rhizome in our porridge
burnt to a crisp we forage for our dinner
the dust is giving us its powers
dreams are shattered like blank cartridges
stardust and partridges
farms and families glisten with meaning
peace is finally coming
to a theater near you

Is ignorance contagious?
It must not be.
Because if it was,
everyone around you,
would be suffering.

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

What do we do with our silence
In a world populated by sound
Are we bound to making noises
Or should we liberate our voices
By refusing to participate at all

Some philosophers assume, that
Life is just a shallow shell of heaven
Encasing a subterranean deviled egg

This leads me to inevitably conclude
That mayonnaise, vinegar and mustard
Must be God's idea of culinary abuse

a stream of hungry eyes ran down the mountainside
a flock of birds can put you to sleep
so count sheep like you count rainbows
set your alarm to wake you
for as you sleep in the stables
your eyes water like fables
your hips gyrate in greasy undulations
and your dreams are capable
of transforming life into a parable
will you embark on a quest with me
you said, i want to see the end of the world
will you fight dragons and ***** through the valleys
looking for wrong deeds to right
and endangered kingdoms to protect
love is a prism, it reflects your longing
for god is the rainbow that is never boring
a haiku is structured out of a rhythm
so ancient it contemplates itself
and you are able to penetrate
through silence into existential glory
excelling at life is complicated
if success is defined by what you know best
at last we return to the place where we can rest
the edge of a cliff is just the start of it
and your musical body breaks me in two
as i see the split inside me
each day i choose to start anew
thank you my brothers for allowing these feelings
you are stallions and we are constantly healing
under-pressure warriors and thread-bare soldiers
instead look out for and stop locking up your daughters
as i collect flowers and place them beside their bed
there is a test our fathers did prepare for us
they said when we are ready
our souls we must bare
and in that barren land
we will be tried for our crimes against man
and if we survive the rest will make sense
we will again be kind to each other
for we know there is more hunger than we can ever fill
i watch your spine as it moves against your will
you are truly beautiful but you don’t even know
that the ways you think you are flawed
are actually your greatest assets; which are
worth more than all the imaginary weddings
or Victorian-style homes with white picket fences
and golden-green gardens with hanging trellises
or any other thing you've ever dreamed of in your head
to distract you from knowing your own reflection

we are luminous obscurity
hustling bustling through streets of disease
reflected in featureless magazines
waterfalls pound the sound of beauty
spaciousness exalted like a castle
yet about to fall from the weight of its own muscles
such wasted beauty
duty obscured
truly baffled by the frailty of our future
i have no fault with others
i find fault only in the weather
stand up for our brethren who battle themselves
like burnt toast
we slather butter on our noses
remorse is ugly
snuggled against our clothes
sloven sitcoms arrows and bows
so many noses
we return roses to the funeral homes
sweep the room of dust and lustful bunnies
dig in the river’s soil
surround yourself with oily muscles
shadows sing our dreams into songs
of belonging
fixing our faulty lenses
so we can see the essence
blessed as we are
next to perfect yet far from harm
out of harms way we burn torches
salute our scorched castaways
and brandish our swords like they are wands
or perhaps just jewelry for our hearts
like darts and lances
July is the month of sorrow
painted on canvases whiter than the moon
sparing us our celebrations
or perhaps we danced to soon
for once the water is hot
we like to fill our pots
with mustard greens and kale stalks
while love prepares the stock

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

spray paint the invasion
describe with ideation
birth the new paradigm
swerve beyond swollen brains
hunger for the growing pains
create paintings from stains
on sidewalks left behind
i am inside empty trash cans
your face demands attention
but my spirit splits dimensions
serendipity accounts for reason
our signs reveal the seasons
so long yesterday
our faults will not get in our way
our efforts to be kind
are rewarded all the time
ultimate expansion
the status of god
******* the action
accounting for the beyond

Do we feel it when it all falls unconscious
What if all the mothers on the planet
Were ensconced into their hearts simultaneously
And if for a single moment
There was freedom from the tyranny
Of endless duties and responsibilities
Would it all fall apart at once

I beg your pardon
But tonight's sunset was one of the Sun's most fertile deposits
So what if we were to shun the day
And instead make love to the darkness of the desert
For the pheasant is my ancestral totem
And it is obvious in the moonlight
That you motion to me like a novice
For after you and I are seduced by the harvest
We can choose first among the stardust
Its true that all this was once our own garden
From a time when we first learned to become human
Until we eventually return to the understory
Of our aboriginal commonality

We are still happening
We are learning to shun acceptance
And make due with unexpected lessons
We are undifferentiated fantasy
In lands of cholera and chronic romances
We are far from perfect
But we still always try to do our best
And i don't expect you to protest anything

And if we dance for days against the apathy we make
And spray gradients of sound from our awakening
Into the pleroma’s defiance
We can try out our mouthpieces
And seek fingers of lightning
At a height quite defiant
Whenever we get uptight like a runway
Sundays are always smiling
And whenever we make love
We break records with our bodies
Against the conundrums
Of being polished too roughly
We funnel living diamonds
Into pipelines of supply and demand
Like cats and mice we chase trends around bends
Of commerce and economic insurgency

Tenderness is well spent
Like well earned money
Your deadly sins once again
Win you the royal treatment
Her eyes make me cry
For i am softer inside
Than her ******* ever were
Sad as a melancholy dream
We are collecting lies
And returning them to their mothers
What are we here to expect
When all we see is neglected
You hesitate to drift
Into a hypnagogic verisimilitude
Reality is the only food
Worth feeding to the moon
So keep using your heart to speak
Just check in with me please
Before you are ready to leave
Letting go we drift into snow covered hills
And why do we need
These lonely thrills in order to speak
Her kindness breaks down
Underneath she is angry as a cow
Like a bull in heat
You sweep through the streets
Like cattle in the marketplace
Faced with death or destiny
Instead you choose to rest indefinitely
Among the vicissitudes
Of hatred, apathy and infinite perplexity

God/dess wrote this poem
and showed it to me by the fire
there are a million ways to die
she said, go into the dark night
and cry your heart out
break the cages that control you
show the world who you are
if you wish to dance than don’t hesitate

borrowed fantasy and salty sweat
create the moments that we never regret
our tragedy lies in expecting to be understood
how can anything else do what you are meant to
you are a muscle of the stars
the start of a new earth within your heart
the seed of an eagle in your claws

a mosquito and a jeweled lotus connecting
on a morning walk through the woods
if schizoanalysis could tell us what to believe
i'd accept this sentence freely
and bless the essence of my longest memory

vermillion and green
i see the unseen
bursting through trees
i am free
the light of infinity
so bright i can hardly breathe
pours through my eyes, in reflections
i find my soul
hallow, whole, and holy
in triads, we define
signs and sights
surrounded by love
all songs are sung, in darkness
opening your eyes
is a form of worshiping, light
that is justified
only by sight unseen

the intellect is blind of course
but you don’t really mind (of course)
as long as you have power
you’re happy to shout
but that’s not my temperament
and i still have my doubts
as to what we must observe
and what we must avoid
for our lives are at stake every single day
your pretenses are plenty
but gravity is so heavy
and we must climb higher today
so drop that load of useless *******
and feed the flames that will ignite it

our feathers falling from the sky
as we surrender
our hearts cry out in joy
thank you bless you
we love you
our feet on the ground
your head in the clouds
beauty all around
such magic in the ethers
this ineffable wisdom is the true teacher
sent from heaven to earth
from death to rebirth
to guide you on your way

"Angels are self-actualizing."

A line from Lucifer

the simple life is gone
what remains is complicated
like the dawn
strong hands are needed
to remove those stones
and lift those trees
we bury the dead in piles
we weep for our lost families
like broken teeth
they are scattered on the land
we are a lot like lost sheep
with no more shepherd
swept out to sea we bleed
with our sick and tired bodies
there are leopards
on the steppes of Russia
whitewashed heads
in restaurants, cornish hens
and garnishes
spotted children
asleep on loaves of bread
tender and mild
you are still my friend
spend the evening by my side
i will keep you company
perhaps we will sing
and even drink some wine

We are uncoiling
Uncoupling
Yet our serpentine fingers linger
Like tender afterthoughts
Kissing hysterical women
We are them they are us
You finish it now
You soften the punch
Those muscles drift like tenderness
We are leathery skin and fingers that bend slowly
Our ancient articulations arthritic
Retrofitted in the darkness of daylight
In the heat of the night
We fight our urge to self destruct
Compulsive luck is not the worst of our faults
Such as being short-circuited in the dark

You partake in pantless pentecostals
My mind is the sky
I am born to fly in
The heavens reside in your eyes
I wonder if poetry
Could ever be
Anything more than
Descriptions and comparisons
Of things that we'll never really know
I’d like to think it so
Though i know a part of me doubts it
As if the sound of water from the tap
Could imitate a rushing river
Or when the toilet flushes
I could see a thousand gallons of liquid lightning
Rushing to the sea
Like a million divided bodies
Indivisibly brought together by a fantasy
If even for one moment
So we could all feel a little better
Knowing that we are a part
Of something whole

you who are beauty
stolen from the moon’s mansion
a dress the color of coral

to hold one close
is to burn with longing
while your duty is calling you away

so remember
that all my arrows are broken
and you are the compass
that leads men to freedom

believe in tigers
for their smile is wider than
two elephants kissing

almost a minute has passed
yet without the raft of god
no man can ever return to land

the shore is lonely
without your heart
so hurry and lift up
the rocks that have fallen

remember that once bitten by this mosquito
a mountain will grow from your soul’s exhalation
and reach the sun by morning’s official dawning

give way to the peaceful blessing
or sing me to sleep while i am expecting
dreams to caress me
and utter my name in your dizzying voice
music is the throats way of filling itself with joy

loops from your ear
sting like the water
on a cold pacific beach
I jump from those cliffs into rivers of speech

instant release is ready for you
if you are willing to help yourself
to a second serving of madness

relatives drift like targets
before your eyes
treat them like savages
and voice savage longing
for kindness and lightning bugs to carry
while you were left waiting
in the days before
we knew each other’s eyes

What could ever be more important
Than these semiotic emergencies
The latent insurgencies of our mouths
And the symbols that come out (of them)
These images are equipped with violent rhythms
And we must determine the measurements
Of uncertainty before communication can begin

sighs and groans as we uncover existence’s bones
scraped like the fragile leaves from the dusty road
spend another hour sitting quiet
it will inform you mind more than words
be a part of the symphony's excitement
without getting lost in the tones
we face the obstacle of our sporadic attentions
smitten by lust we become untrustworthy
smaller than a fly or like a tiny worm
we reply to comments made in jest with vitriolic acid
what is an uncontested conquest
who are these whales that we are in denial of
why do worms lick the offerings
as small hands touch your hair
i see infinity in every sentence
i taste your love in every essence
forensics reveal shields of information
yet the meaning hides behind these empty equations
should we even bother drinking from those streams
where knowledge gathers and spills itself completely
or would you rather undress in front of ignorance
as i set sail upon my quest to become wise
for how long will these sights be denied to us
while forests remain on fire your sad leftovers expire
with hands in your pockets you walk quickly to your left
i turn the corner and half expect to run into you
will you run away again or will you give chase
September's days are shorter than those nights
that you spent reading and cherishing your candles
i smell the amber and the sandalwood in your hair
i wonder if i dare become mortal again for you
sporting a winter coat in the summer
the angels arrive wearing their pajamas
ready for a slumber party in the basement
are these thoughts just fragments of memory
in shrouds of undigested material
do i really still appeal to you

follicles of emotion swallow the whole ocean
commitment breaks and we are afraid to stay
underneath every leaf is a penny
many men dream of opening their hearts
but just can't seem to find the right target

A poet is a soldier that's always at war with himself.

i like chocolate pudding
and remember dancing naked
you are quite something
hungry and also liberated
like lightning and coffee
soft as the morning
i see your allegories
yet never find you boring
courage is a weapon
stolen from the word
it becomes diamonds and obsidian
as feathers adorn your form
i fall down into holes so deep
that i can no longer speak
if you have a ladder
then throw it down to me
otherwise i’ll just lie here
broken on the ground
and count all the worms
that are shuffling around me

so many languages
we never speak directly
and wonder what the other is talking about
so are the times when a fool's love is best
so are the days when everyone
stays awake at night
and wonders if others are doing the same
keepers of beauty
the flame of longing
your colors are shadows removed from the night
your stern fingers long as the wind
give me a second chance
and i’ll come undo your blouse
sourced from the alps
a pure slice of heaven
thats my only requiem
relate to the ones you are forgetting
for to love them is to master the above
remove the haunted curses from the music
and listen to the soothing sounds
she makes just for you

Desperately in need of a cigarette
Instead you puff on a carrot
Pull off your shirt
I see your hurt lungs are struggling
You are juggling too much
Put everything down for awhile
And learn to cope with the worst of it
Youth is bursting with liquid
Fit it all into a cup and drink
Frothy steam and lust
Struggles to remain furnished
Bandage the sore bruises
With rolls of reusable toilet paper
Garbage and waste baskets
Sound is our currency

in divine timing the earth
disrobes her fantasies
her sycophantic tendencies
atrocities amassed in neglected warehouses
sounds of broken plants
standing against fences for time’s immanence
we withstand lightning and silence
so many opportunities to choose love over violence
smile at miles of concrete jungles
strung out like fires against the nightfall
streams run clean and dream of starting over
new beginnings demand our attention
like steam rising from the volcano’s edge
lips of ire kiss the sky and turn your eyes to rubies
emeralds and diamonds strewn about the carpet
have we ever even noticed them
slender like a fox
these shadows are our hearts
surrender to the bells
that shower our minds with ringing kisses

forget the neglected aspects of the night sky
start a fire and watch the wood burn dry
kindness lies in piles
as we bundle our spines together
we tie our minds like feathers
and prepare for the stormiest of weather
can you show me parts of myself
for those gifts are truly wealth
as sentence structure denies clear definition
we make ablutions in the ganges for our absolution
fine tune the ancient runes
to see beyond ruins into chambers of the mind
the rooms we never find are the cleanest
yet still as ***** as your eyes
i sigh and look inside to find my alibis
as pleasing as the night sky
you are high as the sun
we are coming undone
somewhere we share the same birthday
tell me who is that taciturn man in the blue shirt
and who is it that endures all this hurt
forever defended we gasp for air
with our hearts on our sleeve
we can no longer bear to breathe
feelings hurt you look away
what a shame it had to turn out this way
send me your sorrow in a bag
i’ll hand you tomorrow but don’t remove that tag
some are bought and some are sold
some are silver and some are gold
some are warm and some are cold
just forget this and do exactly as you’re told
the lonely and the depraved
both are seeking for the same thing
a moment of hope to end their suffering

Concentrate and digest, we move forward
And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often
We are clever and suggest 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 a precipitous 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 lengthy confessions
Underneath the premonitions you make
Is something that sounds and tastes quite a bit like honey

You are hereby sentenced to,
happiness for all eternity,
and reprieved from your servitude
to spelling bees and other state championships.
Our adolescent addicts are addicted
to arithmetic, statistics and computer degrees.
Marginal efficiency, reductionist literacy
and formica counter-tops,
have all got to be kidding me.
I’m out y’all, returning to the garden;
so please send me your resumes
and i’ll happily plant them in the radish beds.
The hypocrisy of symbolism
is when the riddle solves itself.
Wealth is just an abstraction,
truly its your health that’s worth preserving.
I’m serving this rhythm,
making use of its momentum;
for we are all blazing beings,
trying to break free of boredom's tyranny.
Some storms are worthy,
some storms are holy,
other storms are dangerous;
and we all know the hurly burly.

I want to explore the subterranean core
beneath the dirt and worms 
trampled upon each day by twelve billion feet
I feel there is a pulsing, pounding, thumping, pumping
heart beating, soul meeting happening 
right now in an underground street
in an ancient city where wisdom is wholly received
and eyes are internally illuminated 
by a terrestrial heat complete with a circle of fire
eleven feet or higher that warms the coals that sparkle
in the soles of diamond encrusted shoes

under my toes and your very own nose 
the ancient master’s conspire 
to turn the earth into a living pyre 
and to ignite the spices 
that good taste prevents from being retired 
to create a future in which forests, jungles and grasses 
rivers and valleys, both blue and green 
will no longer become extinct 
due to the purposeless and systematic decline 
of the traditional continuity of nature divine

in hopes that we the indigenous souls and minds
who are everywhere and in everyone eternally entwined
within this breathtaking space
receive more than what we gave
to once again find our rightful place 
on the rapidly fading face of an earth based composition 

may all naturally embrace the sacred flame 
which has a secret and ineffable name 
that is to be repeatedly sung for seven days 
while dancing ecstatically around the one sun 
may we perceive as our ancestors believed 
that to truly meet the one you love
you must first greet and make complete
the one above, below and within you 
Aho Mitake Oyasin!

We are shrouds of starlight
Shining like the most illuminated sunset
We are somewhat functional in our conditioning
With hundreds of moving pieces to contend with
We are examples of million dollar architecture
Manicured lawns and poolside furniture
We are fantasies of the suburbs
Disposable diapers always readily waiting
Like soldiers in times of need or war
We have become triumphantly stupider
Bored of reading and taking time to reflect
And it appears we are not yet collectively ready
To rebel against the swelling tides of tyranny

I wonder if she was asleep when i walked into her room
Or if she could hear me speaking to her
While she waits and dreams of millions of sparrows
Butterflies grace her eyelids with hidden sight
We sink deep into radical islands of beauty
And make noises despite our empty lungs
We speak for the lack of honesty
Large houses distract you from the edges
Of sorrow and grief
Please feel free to erupt into a million pieces
Do not stand idly by while corruption waits out on the street
We are shedding our soldiers and stories
From weeping eyes of brown caramel
And like your daughters we are ***** and distrustful
And a boiling *** of water knows no mercy, child
We now must face the test of our temperaments
As if the increasing tropical heat is only a mild, and subtle
Warning of the inherent need for all beings to remain wild

show me the secrets of the ******
a weaver in the fields and streams
jump into pools of laughter’s savor
i am waiting for your heart
string the lute
I pray you please play me a tune
simple like the mustard on your nose
stones are strategies or perhaps tragedies
born of misery
in silent overtones they grow
into gesticulated Germans
demanding herbivores overthrow their coats
street muskets
atop of winter clothes
burn holes in your eye sockets
like tones through the window
i grow tired of this violence