The life of a sentence cannot be erased.

Are we just lonely trumpet flowers dangling
Sang an owl, on the hour, drawn from the stream
When all our hearts made the same offerings
We are pouring into each other's vessels
Muscles with memory select the kinetic chains
That bind our names to our destinies
Its the same as yesterday’s dismembering
Its a blessing to embody the fire
As if this desire is higher than anything
That you’ve ever seen apart from dreaming
So we listen closely for the logos to speak softly
After all it seems it's not so easy to imagine
The fathomless depths of our being
Until right before we need to step off the edge
And rest fully suspended in the breathless
We are the everyday magic of life
Actualizing itself while tired feathers fall asleep
Out of touch but still somehow within our reach

I'm oscillating between
a polymorphous isoscelationship
with multiple parallelograms
and a double helix or two
occasionally twisted up in the mix..

How about you?

wild monkeys in the jungle
two human beings
with very different lifestyles
a turn of the century romance
a conspiracy
and a plot to uncover
the disappearance
of scientific evidence
a lobotomized dentist
and a sidekick apprentice
set to music
a willful farce
a satire about love, faith and freedom
swans mating in paradise
ducks on the edge of ecstatic waters
and of course, a bunch
of couch-surfing penguins

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

sorghum and rice
our estranged virtues
somnambulant in their servitude
colors dance on painted wood
like housewives on their furniture
i smell flowers
gardenias and cloves
so why do we have so many noses
when there are plenty of roses
in our souls and in our shadows
what predicaments
do we find ourselves a part of
its the start of a new day
of a new life
all is alive
coffee is on the stove
and someone is watering their plants
i am glad to be here
drinking lemon water at the window
guitars to my right and left
and books on the floor
show me your blood
i’ll show you my hands
feel them on top of you
so much energy
and so many strangers
our fingers separated from our arms
charming and compassionate
the alligator is a man of action
and he sees right through your *******
so sit down blonde girl
and have a beer
sit over here where its warm and clear
there is a fan above you
and a dog under the table
and you can pet him if you’re able to

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

Heavy lifting is a burden
If we are stardust
Than our time to harvest is now
Or in a never ending morning
You jump into your glory
And form a story
Made from tired words
We drift like echoes from the woods
We are daring targets of timid darkness
Conscious that our nothingness is biased
So we rest in the finest linen
And cash on delivery is just how you like it
The dark night of the soul
Can also be a silent invocation
Or a subtle invitation
Aspiring you to wholeness

Which way are your stories pointing?
What direction are these symbols guiding you?
Where is the unconscious leading you today?

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

Love is like a tiny turtle
Lost on its way back to the ocean
We are never truly alone despite
All this unceasing commotion
I have known pain like a river
And comfort that pierces like a knife
For what comes easiest is rarely the most contagious
So let's release our pride for the sake of all our relations
And try to make the most out of
The last days of summer vacations

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

action
cameras
satisfaction
matters

embraced within your own shabby clothes
drink the fireplace in and out through your nose
cross-eyed women eat a lot of chicken
while symbiotic brothers deny
that they blindly love their father's ghosts
and you are sordid like a cat
now i'm glad we got that sorted out
give an ounce of fat and you’ll get a pound of muscle
students take tests in bottomless basements
and are trained to use sandpaper for dusting
some of whom immediately fail examination
solely because their faces are too **** stubbly (ugly)
i shudder at the thought of stopping in the middle
so remove the dissonant fiddle and sit indian style
as riddles are permutations of words
that are sometimes thousands of years old
and gone are the shovels that we use to dig up our souls
your headaches are baked like pound-cakes in the dirt
indecent muffles were heard thirty miles west of earth
hesitate and you’ll die, so rise up and learn to fly
undress the legacy that keeps you chained to lies
this fire is hot and so is your disguise
strategies are as strange as fiction
and i deflect your indecisive missiles
with perfect vision crystallized
and then compounded like coal into diamonds

We are such impeccable dreamers
Featuring our fear and our disgust
As often as the lightness of our being
You are still too young to be faulted
For forgetting your promises
We aspire to rise as high
As our shadows remain grounded
We found the sun at last
Burning past the guardians of our irises
We are never hard at heart
Though our sensitive skin
May have toughened a bit
Since we incarnated in this
Dichotomous existence
We are sincere in our pursuit of feelings
We cheer for the joy of our relations
Young mothers sustain their children
On limitless supplies of oxygen and love
Apparently we are a pair of old tornadoes
Hugging these pressure currents closely
Our souls are always in motion
Constantly twirling, convulsing
And unfolding invisible codexes into reality
Spirals of sonic architecture
Functionally resonant with the subtle essence
Of our hearts' deepest longing

These compartments are ready to take you back to the stars
Mercury, Mars and Venus reside in our hearts
Lines of defiance define our trajectories
And we are inspired by these ancient refectories
Perfect any metal and it will eventually turn into gold
Amulets sold to merchants who cast shadows on the road
They shrug their shoulders and wear beards and glasses on their nose
With a rose in their pocket and another folded in a handkerchief
But are we getting any closer to the pathways of our Soul.

Crossing the street
Blindfolded
Hold my hand
From where you came
To where you are going
Hours demand
A fallen sacrifice
Lightning
Seeks
Your attention
Don't mention it
We begin again
To make amends
And mend our linens
Before we wash them
In public spaces
Shadows remove
Their spectacles
And let's be honest
With ourselves
Or at least
Aspire to be sincere
It appears that
Our mutual feelings
Are in arrears
These days
As leap years burn
Your holy garments
Old shirts are torn
From the holes
Within our firmaments
Young brides must tackle
Insubstantial problems
Like how many  
Triangles are born
From uniting two
Hollow spheres
Yet to solve them
Must forever remain
Closer to impossible

so delight in
chunks of sodalite
lightly salted
even though lite soda
denies it
I never sought it
nor sold it
I'm not a soul
nor a soldier
to lie about it
I saw SOL's Light
with insight
Sol De Light
is the soul of light
and she sews the light
so deliciously
it solderized
solid light
so rightfully
into my diet
soda

These concrete visions fill me with cognitive dissonance despite the diagonal whiplash inherent in walking these crowded streets swarming with dionysian eye candy
So i engage in correspondences with my own despondence and write symbolic sermons upon paper napkins describing indefinitely my plans to attend the universal assembly of neurotic narcissists convention
Until this dissolute disappointment directs me to dance with my sick eyed inner child whose tiny eyeballs look like two pools of quicksand hopelessly beckoning to the uninvited parts of my psyche to at the very least acknowledge him
Quick to the rescue my dissident anima rushes to embrace me as she pulls me blindly inside her waif-like body into the thickness of her essence where bliss is overtaken only by an oceanic reverie for the infantile irresponsibility of this unseemly situation
Eventually we begin to disentangle because differentiation always comes at a price too steep for me to climb and too stubborn for me to negotiate with or base my already unstable sanity upon
As the angle of the Earth to the Stars is relatively unknowable since it all depends on where in the universe you are at any given moment of creation that you wish to measure and compare the length, height and depth of your own arm to

I read your dreams like a newspaper
Your mind is like a magazine
And your thoughts are the classified section
Some people's hearts are like the tabloids
While others are National Geographic covers

musical notes
that bloomed
like roses
upon thorny stems
of the sun
its setting song
composed
of violent chords
plucked from
a strings of words
like winged birds
they flashed
incandescent feathers
to be skinned
and written upon
the flesh

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were made from diamonds
And also some dusty old articles

We are often lonely and rather lustful of our neighbors
And so full of distrust that we sometimes envision
That perfection was indeed a poisonous arrow to begin with
And our sorrow is so desperate to be touched
That we are quite glad to confess our collective unrest
Both today and again tomorrow, if you'd really like us too

And tonight i will beg for you to bless me
And if we are alive I know that you'll caress me
You are wise yet also young and beautiful
With a sultry body and a voice that's in between **** and whiny
When your luscious mouth pouts its quite beyond the ordinary
And even if there are some other girls out there
That some people would say are rather more inviting

For though our love is but tiny specks of lightning
Its impossible to assume that we're making
A rather large show out of nothing
You see we are really melodramatically quite intact
Like abstract paintings positioned a little too precisely
Our trimmed and trembling figures
Have been financed by constant neglect more than adequately
So we attract the attention of only the most deplorable of agents
Yet thankfully due to our full and constant immersions in urgency
We are still flourishing in the graveyards and basements categories
And have you heard of the band, The Entitled Undead
I expect they may become a permanent collective in your head someday

Please correct me if I'm wrong
But I know I’ve heard you sing this song before
And I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of bees are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands embedded
In a sea of convulsive incoherence

11 out of 10 gurus agree,
That you and i are/were meant to be.

We are trespassing on heaven
Reserving the feminine principle
I guess we cannot even name it
Her lips separate the chasm
In my heart a spasm of inspiration
Whenever she utters her nastiness
We detain ourselves
In our separate bedrooms
I consume the rooms that you've divided
And my feathers resume to guide you
At night I fan my enemy's flames and reside
Inside the lightness of your being
Can we see the silent apocryphal
Or do we cancel the hidden apogee
Of our mythic rejuvenation
You are amazed by this preventative medicine
Yet find it strange when someone doesn't try to save you

Lord knows i’ve tried to go the distance
And your body is the temple
I’ll bury myself in at night
And drink of the sacred fire
That makes all the stars alight
We are shimmering in our disaster
Longing for the advancement of the afterlife
Mind numbs body to feelings
Feet indulge in dancing to the music
These ancient rhythms seek
Willing partners to amuse themselves with tonight
We are faster than the morning
At breaking the rules of dawn
The longing you feel doubles whenever you hear the alarm
And I am bringing my own bottle to ruminate upon
With the sound of laughter echoing in the distance
She hums along to the moaning of the refrigerator
And I make paper airplanes and toss them in the gutters
Cause all this existential distance has got me up in arms

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.

What is your weapon of choice
Go on you can tell me
I really don’t need to defend myself
Are you ready for a fight
Or a father figure to come rescue you
From tonight’s estranged entanglement
We shared our stories with the lightning
Broadcast on your stereos
The radio beckons us to listen
We are shifting into higher definition
Our ancestors bellow across the airwaves
We were framed and failed to recognize
The actual price we paid for our freedom
It's irrelevant and not reverential
To deny the light it's own fantasy of vision
We are deterred by sedentary slaves
Afraid of falling into better circumstances
Inertia is always the last man standing
I confess my ignorance to you again
It's a gamble or a preamble waiting to happen
Can you really imagine me taking your examples for granted
Taking time to untangle my differences
In atavistic states of participation mystique
And undifferentiated ecstasy
Mistakes are made too easily
At what cost are we lost to our friends and families
I believe in love at first grip
When your lips ripped me open
I instantly slipped into the hands
Of your embezzlement

flowing rivers simulate the virtual reality of love
warriors topple over forgotten
like cartons of used milk
silk worms speak sovereign messages and warn us of our fate
are we ill or are we healthy
stealthily imprisoned by our visions
finish the sentences and sever your attachments
respecting tradition leads to detachment
a semblance of serenity
the giver of the dawn used shards of standard force
hover in the mind’s sky
houses pass you by
in finite allegories
gardens blossom
governing movies and seating our jobless
go outside now
remove the shades from your eyes
breathe in soma and drink from the sky
sightless sorrow forges on towards tomorrow
art is a balancing act
she came out of her shell in order to tell you a story
of garlands of silver and gold
woven finely into ribbons
greased with oil from a rare toad

Libido, libidon't

You told me, "That no man has ever reached the top of Mt Olympus."
"That's not true," I replied, "What about Prometheus?"
"Sorry Son, he wasn't a man but a brave and mighty Titan."
And that's when I decided that I too would become a Titan...
That dream seemed to somehow satisfy me for awhile. At least until the day you told me about Prometheus' punishment.

I am escaping by boat
and eradicating the ropes
that kept me bound to your suffering
in limbo she waits for her heart to be recognized
tired of this drawn out sequence
all she wants to do is rest
pushed beyond the edge of exhaustion
she knows she can’t go on like this indefinitely
will she swallow her pride and admit her tiredness
or will she yield to the pressure of her mind
and push blindly on against her body’s better judgement
what a presumptuous question
the stolen answers are ubiquitous
sleep confounds you
surrounds you like a blanket
i am awake
waiting for my release into the ethers
ethereal tears stream down your face
i say grace and drift upon clouds of memory
and fragments of emotion
what a mystery how we escape the most fragile feelings
only to return to childhood memories
that linger on our tongues like the taste of cotton candy
sand and sweat fill the space of your nightmares
share them with your neighbor
and become the avant-garde artist you always dreamed about becoming
what’s more important to you anyway
faith or family

sandpaper or cigarettes
do you persist in coming clean
or would you prefer to lounge on lawn chairs and living room furniture
the carpets were just steamed
and so were these greens
with spines and volumes of identifying marks
strike the match and let the spark illuminate the darkness of our misconceptions
no exceptions to love
only lovers crying out for hungry minds
the fire encircles us
turns us purple
love is merging through the haze
stage 1 begin to undress
stage 2 do it all again

serpents painting along the corridors of our houses
sound and flowers persecute the daughters
who waited too long for you to grow up
alone in empty basements
a passionate silhouette among the flowers and field mice
streams of tears cascading like waterfalls down their rocky faces
spraying wind and wave
staying cool yet safe
all our hearts are standing still
on the edge of a needle
billions of beings dance in turmoil
strolling through volcanoes on a windy afternoon
monsoon weather equals heaven’s idea of a joke

shake me till i bleed
bleed me till i come to a boil
i’ll follow the diagonal road
under crossroad’s formidable abode
swift like the lion on the savannah
i’ll trade you a banana for a band of gypsies
simply delirious she spent her allowance on tea and ornaments
the scent of cattle
a magic rattle made from bone and pebbles
the shells were held at right angles
and lined their faces like the frame around a picture
the pages in the book were yellowed by time’s ***** fingerprints
a hint of irony
a humorous blunder
some people stare while others are perplexed by their own wonder

i speak volumes in my thirties
a missile of connection and yes i am planning to get *****
and women come for miles to hear these words of beauty
they taste the herbs inside them and dance within their nighties
a flute in the woods called you back home
and sent you on a journey through thorn and bramble
we stumbled into each others arms and made haste for the carriage that would take us safely beyond

When your eyes burn
When your hands hurt
When your legs have given up

We are walking, making
Long strides over
Sentimental roads
So we turn inwards
Again
Maintaining distance
We face the failures
And dance on the graves
Of whatever has been forbidden

We are strings vibrating
We are the silent things, naming
Themselves in the dark
Gestating creatures with hearts
And minds, finding silence between the sparks
Carbon ceilings made out of cardboard
We are collecting rainwater and art
We endarken danger
And dance on holy ground
It sounds like fun
When you don’t have any more hope
To hold you back
So you attack the road by running
Yet come home to find yourself, alone again
You fold your hands and make life into living
Somehow, somewhere
We were all these powers and forms
And comfort held no remorse
Where no one had ever faulted you at all

the world is certifiable
and if love is viable then let it grow
the commotion of emotion
tends to short circuit our devotion
and if promotions are no longer forthcoming
than non-competition agreements
probably won’t hold up in love’s court
you were bought and sold for naught
i caught you taking hold of those horses
so slow down baby and hold your course
slow motion dentistry will one day find a way
to deposit all the sedimentary mercury
lettuce leaves feel great left on your face
burn the vision underneath this skin
and with infinite precision we usher it in
you are gorgeous and re-purposed like a tortoise
for use with chopsticks and candles
i am landing now at the restaurant
extreme diners undo their lotus positions
and compete for heat and coolness
damp or dry, light or heavy
steady your eye and hand
fans cool us from the ceiling
as we move to the band
the dancing ballerinas
though i couldn’t see them
are very used to all this bending of our wills

paper trails and octopuses
***** buses and bisecting angles
fragile dancers fail to tell their story
dreaming is the faculty of insight
a soliloquy of sunlight
sunglasses keep the eyes safe
from burning retina love
still the iris is immolated in lust

Red faced and wasted
I saw you naked
And fell in love
With your ancient body
Gone is the impulse to run
And all i can do now
Is to write simply
Lies and truth
Mixed together
Like oil and vinegar
We are fumigating
Our own bodies
Remove these carbon copies
And quietly daydream
About the faces of lost
Summer lovers
Fundraisers say goodbye
To yesterday's vacations
Just as we long to cry
We catch ourselves
Smiling for a moment

What do the turtles wish to communicate
Are we awake in our shells
Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation
Consternation and *******
Facts and figures receive their adulation
While we attract only tender triangulations
Please finish up your investigation
I blame you for instigating this comedy
A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy
Which followed me into retirement
Let's give banquets back to the government
And return to ancient lands
Devoted to camels and drunken apologies

It's apocryphal
Pornographic phantasmagoria
Fantastic fan-fictions
Describing sacredly sadistic rituals
Glorious duality
Radically alters our expectations
Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations
In dissimilar situations
We liberate our agitation and consternation
Over magazines and barnacles
We are more conspicuous
Than an empty gap in the sky
Made by two constellations
Taking a long vacation

Intrepid sailors raise their sails
And navigate by stars and compasses
Renaissance dancers are porous instigators
They initiate our imitations
We dream of political sovereignty
To remediate these tragedies
I breathe warfare and cleanse the air
Of apathetic non-negotiaters
Harboring criminals like butterflies
Sometimes the means do justify your eyes

Targets never argue
And bullets never lie
Finances and fiancées
Certainly have some value
Yet we underrate our skies
Miles of lost continents
Drift out from your skin
We begin an embargo
Hoping in the future we will win
Metaphysical furniture
Effects the state of mind you're in
The record players turned down
But you heat me up to begin

sweet child of the walrus
Horus was your father
in an african wilderness you ran
into waters of renewal
while white alligators hustle
all our dreams became nightmares
salvation is past
like a rash upon your skin
satchels of venom
if you choose them
people use them or
sell them to the markets for cash
splash in the water of the oasis
Isis my daughter
your feelings are safe and sound
the feminine essence is so divine
that you don’t let it spill out
against your better judgement
you return younger than an arrow
sparrows come before us
love is underestimated
like selves reflected in the sun
movement melts the mirror’s judgement
and suspends our hearts mid-sentence
no thoughts just comfort
pleasure in the moment’s oblivion
smooth like obsidian
we deserted our wanderings
and became a time ship of love

Meaning is inundated with quaint and complex things
We feel hesitant so we shake in the shoes worn by our shadows
The mood is ruined so now we must defend our happy endings
Never minding the unwinding of our bodies in the dawn
We are formed from stolen letters torn from pages of your magazines
And sworn to secrecy about our unholy beginnings
Lest we reveal the form of magic that’s transparent
And bears not a trace of wasted resemblance to our fathers
We were placed safely in our feelings which alone makes us worthy of our innocence

The black hole was discovered
And we uncovered our faith
Today we unraveled the whole escapade
The world has finally decided
That the galaxy was made from nothing
But the universe (herself) wouldn't smile
For she was afraid of taking up too much space
So she dressed as something that she's not
And thought that she ought to consider
Hiding for awhile, at least in plain sight of day
In hopes that we'd forget her nakedness
For like every other Goddess in existence
She only wished her name to be kept safe

In solidarity
With dragons
And witches
I burn like fire
Stick figures dance
On the densest
Of pavement
They freely slip
Inside you mind
And open the window
Just a tiny crack
Before the right eye
Of the solar system
Has even the slightest
Chance to blink

A hundred feathers
A tiny bit of leather
And one cube of ice
Is all it takes
To remind you
Why you’re human

the october rose is wistful and reticent
our defenses dense like sediment and sentences
love descends like a fog
and we begin as quickly to depart
our dialogue takes many turns
from staunch to raunchy in a few minutes
there is no need to be concerned
its only in our heads
our needs no longer mean anything
love is lost in forms
amidst the storms of anger and rage
imprisoning our souls
dinosaur bones roam the earth
i went out in search of chrysanthemums
and instead i found you lying on the ground
making a pillow out of superconductive fungi
to test your theories of interconnectivity
what transpired cannot be spoken about
all my doubts vanished and the words that were spoken
resounded for days in my being
as if they echoed from within some part of me
that had always longed to hear them

thirteen arrows are in the quill
breath is the bow that aims at the sun
unleash the mind from its attachments
as you tighten your grip upon this reality
knowing for certain in your heart
that it will eventually all slip away
as water inevitably pours forth
from between clasped hands
nevertheless you pull the thread of the sound current
until it’s absolute tension reveals its readiness
to play the song of the silent passing of time
the arrow’s path is already written in the sky

trying to grow the largest stash of wealth
is among the most worthless of endeavors
since you can never consume the fallen fruits
of those foolish and idealistic monetary pursuits
your belly will become full of desire, hunger and anger
therefore it is significantly better and wiser
to plant a single flower and fill your heart
with the buddha generating fragrance of its colorful nectar
blossoming in the essence of it's longing to be inspired

a richer soul you cannot be
but to be poor in heart
is to be broken in-deed
a drop of rain in the ocean
is filled with everything she needs
but when she falls from the sky
it is heaven’s bleeding mystery
that traveling away from our safety
ensures that we become surrendered
to the wisdom in the seeds
being blown across the desert
and planted in the darkness of the soil
it is through trusting in their feelings
and distinguishing desires from needs
that they once again become for all
the living breathing blessings
which is mother nature's timeless security
the eternal and unchanging memory
that was once alive and blooming in the trees
transforms this hard-earned abundance of diversity
into the sacred inheritance of all living beings

agitated we danced
hot-blooded and bullied by our inner children
your hands touched mine
so much time passed
before one could look the other in the eye
in the eye i saw one color
one color pouring from the waterfall
a thousand doors
a thousand doors
opening
closing
practice sitting in silence
and surely you shall break free
of insincere eyelids
that wink at you when you fall

Satisfaction is agony
So we learn to swim, willingly
We take part in a midnight circus
Words might pierce her heart
But we are only here
For a moment of eternity
No more need to hide
Lets exhibit our minds
Like statues of the divine
Composed in solitude’s company
Young eyes are watery
Could we hold hands
For a momentary heartbeat
In a corporeal reality
Your frail negligee
Makes me want to beg for mercy
Kind ones weep and keep
Their feet as clean as pure water
Instead you puff on a carrot
And write recipes for prosperous people
Juniper moans and shadows groan
For we haven't yet outgrown our love
We scrape the barrel daily
What are these strange strategies
To keep our minds embodied
Can we depend on people
Who are barely willing
To stand against the tide
I replied, undress your heart
And start kissing me
Silently, this instant
For I would happily die
Waiting for you to comply
With all of this uncertainty