The existence of pain is sovereign I am ashamed of my own intolerance We dry our tears on paper napkins Facing your fears requires years of practice I’ll never show you what i’m seeking I’ll never tell you what i’m thinking
in utter confusion the syncopated sycophants soliloquize about sunset and sunrise god is a verb she mutters and they turn their heads stunned to see who could speak such a daring statement sonorous and sodomized by sunrises spent in sullen longing stolen anguish shuddered upon the pavement’s dismemberment I dare give that girl a kiss who speaks volumes in her silence smelts golden apples in her furnace and burns the papyrus into dust this dirt is holy like a paycheck swollen like an irishman’s neck she shrugs and releases her arm it is cast from the aperture of the sun a vision so swift its gone before you even notice her
Gone are the former lovers Who held you against your will Sediments can **** you too We are all aware of that As ancestors fill you in On their escapades Beyond the veil We hail taxis And light candles Wear our sandals In the winter Do you dare Approve of my uselessness And my foolish endeavors We are slow as snails Gone to gather rainwater We are healthy failures Financially ruined At upscale funerals We demand the water bearers Be heard Firm against the herd Birds throw stones In our gardens To find their own way home Close the televisions You are yearning For individuation Satisfy my occupation With strategic capacities I speak my own language My own code unfolding From the depths Of the subconscious I speak in categories And hear myself Interpreting the Silence
Can we agree to believe in anything Before life fades away We shake our head again each day There are countless apples in deliverance So we partake in escapes so impressive That trouble comes to collect our autographs We are infamous and i knew I needed you The moment I saw you staring at me While i made myself a sandwich We are artifacts of another time and place It seems the remains are fading and so are you But please don’t fall asleep, tonight I need your many faces to keep me company We are tracing our contemporary lives With minds and bodies underlined Pining for a little beauty and perhaps an apology I am opinionated like an article of clothing A particle of compulsive residue We are shuddering at the sound of molecules and ions These non-ionizing operations of insight And licenses of poetic defiance We are appliances of self-discovery Upholstered in our recovery Eating mustard greens and banana leaves A distant relative of organisms and multiple ******* Are we awake or just bumbling through our lives Do we divide our time between essence And deferential retribution Contusions of fortitude sorted and surrendered We are the sundry insouciance That keeps plundering our own protuberances Money for nothing and living is free Breath is abundant and so we sing There is harmony, melody and your feathery feet Are all over the upholstery Your company is cheap So we take leaps of discomfort Only to discover that we all equally Hurt and burn in the firmness of determination Commanding action with the least bit of understanding
Some souls are a little too porous They break promises and justify it A little too effin effortlessly Words are my only medium these days And I’d hate for you to have to hesitate Just because you lack character and have Nothing relevant or useful to relay
your strategies are rusted like cast-iron in the rain grains of rice are fussed over by hands too small to hold weeds are plucked with flowers and softer are the hours than you’ve ever even known
I hesitate to ask you Why you’ve returned Sunburned and broken Before the third word is spoken You've corrected me again I may be wrong but i think That there is a song Inside of you worth saving
Teeth clatter against the cold We stole all the fire we could ever own If you’re apprehensive Please know that I feel you in my bones If you’re ready to begin trying We’ll soon be warm enough to fly This listening is abundant As a river flowing home Back on its own trajectory We shake like melancholy and grapes Hanging from vines of redolent wisdom Vineyards define our vision Like snowy hillsides in autumn We are those blue skies left to dry On the tired old clotheslines Of our most intimate images
introspection is violent mindless silence reprimands our kindness tired eyes drift off hours lost in intra-course sordid thoughts of getting lost in spain mainline the veins dance in stained underpants smart men are sailors the semantics that they gave us burn us out forensics are lost on foreigners it will cost you a pretty penny those shoes are worth many soldiers depart like bottles of art cartons of copper pennies in rolls as kids we counted them do you smell the furnace those gifts are always welcome be aware of the hearts you break
it is all unknown the sword and the stone the alchemist and the butcher surrounding each other in daylight’s mist the embrace of moisture the soft hue of summer the solstice luster
starstruck teenagers with feelings undiscovered embrace the aperture of the morning’s disarmament i am spent and satiated by your touch all forms of punishment are no longer enough
come and break my heart a thousand times i am reminded of a simple line of poetry the way the spring becomes its own harmony dervishes twirl on the dusty sand the cracked desert in your hand i am nothing but thine own command
so send me where you think i belong all our passages are free of charge the safety of noah’s ark the next boat that hits the mark will surely be knighted by the oligarch somebody else took over my mind and now i can’t find the essence of the time you are immaculate in your dissension i am hesitant and full of suspicion
dimly lit streets filled with the smell of sulphur the fumes make you gasp and clench your throat in defensive tension give me a minute and i’ll release this declension
ascension is inevitable select the inexplicable feelings and sever your attachment to that which lingers in hurried anticipation our actions are mere limitations strong as stars our abstract applications
the serpent hour approaches without a warning i am turning inside out please retract your fangs so i can kiss you let me hold your head and whisper kindness lovers need each other’s minds to hear the sounds of breaking hearts
long for the burning bush to crash through your wall long ago the night fall came and went scents of longing in the shadows hidden rid me of these western rhythms serve your sentence in the police academy articulate the addicts in their gatherings of community based infrastructures stark against the walls of cinnamon so many classes that are uncommonly disparaging the drill sergeants are still just as dangerous
Silence and shapeless images Dancing naked on the edge of a sword We are spinning our breath into meager sediments And what’s left are my only relationships Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms As if my soul was undergoing oxidation It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie A shining monotony as the moon Lights the way to our observation towers We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it We are human beings doing but just barely used to using Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations Then must we be immaculately nascent Or veritably complacent and understated In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies You have the blues and the reds too The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands To tell time just how we would like it to be Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves Are you understanding my odd way of speaking Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake Underlying visitations from our highest escalators Concentrate and digest, we move forward And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often We are clever and undefinable formulations Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication I speak elated seances and fancy equations Which underlie our negated vituperations A Motley array of monkey business Fizzles in the vaporous mist It's an evaporative way of saying i love you We are tender and tangential We are offended by the examples you forget to administer In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel To reply to your confessions Underneath the premonitions you make Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic
Money is a mass illusion A conspiracy of occlusion We are involuted and fruitfully disappointed You are free to disagree With any of melancholy’s anthems For they are only apathetic hymns Written to the sounds of the anointed Funnels of trust and courage Make you love yourself more often Must we give happiness the rub And settle down in our lonely carriages Only three harmless appointments later I saw you staring at the furniture I hoped that it would fade way So you could get your voice back already In your body is a serpent And your lungs are the ocean You were gasping as if life Was only one form of devotion Or was this another failed attempt at liberation Undertaken once too often We have made attempts to rest But nothing exhales anymore And now only this shortness of breath Can show us what's really necessary
The first thing i would do, If i was ever in your shoes, Is I’d walk backwards, through this room I’d walk barefoot, through these woods And then I’d buy you, A brand new pair of shoes.
my lips quake as i bow to you my heart shakes and trembles like a leaf nature's temples wait and remind us of simplicity are our minds as tranquil as a lake do they reside in peaceful quiet can we sense the edges of the wild lines are changed and bodies rearranged daily have you come into your power lately
i swallowed my pride but not my feelings i give thanks for this healing as my fingers lick your spine i am blinded by your fury we combine memory and poetry lights are dancing hunger abates and we must face our fears with fealty this light is bright this life is mindless kind of like a spiral these burning brains drain our storehouses while we waste away our resources like porous hourglasses drip time like honey
i am a sign waving in the wind singing my rhythms from deep within the water and the earth are permanently hurting shrouds of candid letters leftovers that will forever remain lonely as isotopes of poetry are the ions of everything
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 player is turned down Heat me up and we'll begin
Strategies are decent If we are pleasant to look at I wonder if you have a diamond necklace Would you mind if i pawned it I love your ashen appearance Last chance to buy this on clearance Permanent breathing Baking our wheat in the oven It rises into fiery clouds of dough You can't control your appetite Instead align your soul
her eyes are fire gliding on the wind they simply begin to spiral i remain invisible to you you touch me in your lust as houses are dismantled and bodies sold for furniture its a total scramble that requires no preamble children sample this silliness when chili is for dinner i am weak and ready for the winter you lift the hunger further away i drift like water into slumber wherever it is we lay you inspire me with poetry i am likely to fall asleep but keep on talking anyway it might just be the thing to help me with my feelings and let me sort them out i remove the usefulness and replace it with your doubt she ruined my world with her beauty i was turned upside down and tuned-in to a different station all my life came shattering on top of me the moment i saw her face and that was just the start of the total annihilation that followed these escapades are brutal as all your attempts at love are fatal so lets just let it run its course before we are filled with more remorse so what's the point anyway if we aren't listening we may be destroyed are there examples of a love this rare please come show me your secrets or at least give me a reason to despise something more than our punctuation
we were agitated so we decided to dance and then your hands touched mine and so much time passed before one could look the other in the eye and in the eye i saw one color one color dripping like a 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 asleep
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
the Umbrian stairs with a Tuscan flair street walkers are there again on the sidewalk the moon flickers upon their jewelry by the water they dance and take their time laughing while a thief waits in hiding for morning to come he stole the moon’s necklace and hopes to sell it in the heat of afternoon to a capitalist who gives sermons on the water while your daughters lay around all day thinking about how they have nothing left to live for
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
I’ve recently declined your invitations Because there are at least a hundred valid reasons One should never negotiate or try to reason With a terrorist or a tourist (for that matter) For each are very dangerous The more obsequious the star The harder and more likely it will fall But if you happen to catch one Please remember the following That when you put it in your jar You must close the lid immediately I beg your pardon Darling what’s the use in crying You as well as anyone Must know (by now) how we are all trying To be the best we can Given the circumstances
We are making amends for the ways We dissected our reality It's a tragedy that the objectification of objects Leads to a such a Complex Elegance: In praise of all these isolated sediments Sorely perplexed at our own self-vehemence
jam makers dance upon the ripe berries inhaling sweet cherries spitting out the seeds like acorns falling from nests of squirrels that land tenderly upon your ******* humanity’s days are roasted in the fire-pit of the gods in perfect symmetry we are broken in repeating patterns and forms from the mantle of eternity we fell and smashed the urns that held our ancient ashes and kept us safe from thorns
Are you awake my love A lady is any place with a river And I have a shivering mind That's only at home in the forest We must run for the sunlight is fading I was amazed by the crazy and the cryptic Until you deciphered the pied piper’s rhythms And sent him packing again in his knickers We are wrapped in sand yet can't understand All these candid cancellations In the middle of November Remember the time you ran for president I was expecting you back home before the world ended Do you fancy a kiss in the darkness We can always make use of this fireplace It tastes like turmoil and thunder And a sundry sauntering caper Just waiting to properly happen
I love you There i said it But if i tell you Will i live to regret it You told me Little of your desires You made me guess As to what you preferred Are we ready to speak more openly And unfold our virtues As well as our claws Morbid monuments to the unknown Speak louder than our throats can echo So we cry into glasses of red wine And take our time Turning our tears and arguments into poems Our fears are unknown soldiers Fighting in the falling rain Quiet as the rainbow I know you’ll never See me quite the same again If i let you go, will you Unfold or return to your sorrow In the coldest spaces The warmest set of hands Can usually console you the most
choking on childless mothers boyfriends and girlfriends hesitate to divest their portfolios solid again just as we melted your crying eyes shine like shadows on the moons of Jupiter i am a camel like lucifer was look for me in the quieter neighborhoods i am a used car salesman branded in the carcass of another frozen like chosen pieces of dinner to be reheated and thawed at television meetings and sincerely beaten for syncopated rhythms still slivers of love survive lovers die lovers birth again hovering in between their skin Jupiter returns at 35 like reruns of nick at nite or reunions of the blind block parties and violet staircases thank god for elevators and basements child
This is a new document I hesitate to efface it with words Life is like a blank slate Obscured before it is ever even spoken It's a clean start to a ***** finish What we begin has already ended Yet it lives inside of us waiting to be reborn Tonight we reside in flaming letters Comfort is a breath away from being broken So hold me and observe me in my shyness We fit together like crying children This symmetry is obviously oblivious But we'll miss the bus if we keep talking nonsense Sometimes we take our silence a bit too seriously And you were always free to agree or disagree with anything But plausible denial has always been a bit above my paygrade
It's a symphony of harmonics Flowers are the architects of desire We are longing for a multitude of wisdom So simply listen and all will be sung An offering among the rosebuds A little gift from the dandelions A poem and a portrait of the moon Hung against the memory Of our fragile blossoming We are apparitions Appearing and disappearing too soon We fear the indestructible Has become one more puzzle For you to unlock But i am not a part of that prison system I give my spark and my soul to god We are forever And just as we are We all must eventually come To touch the gardener’s heart With our fingers and linger In the sound of leaves Rustling to the heartbeat of the wind We are turning into tulips and hyacinths We are shining sylphs Making funny sounds with our mouths We are lovers entwined Like deadly vines in your backyard We are the seeds of the new earth And we have been reborn From the chaos of hurt That was sprinkled Like compost over everything
just once decide never to hide your light no matter how frightened or scared you may be i am here to keep you company remember me my nature is ecstasy the fruit of the tree friendship and community sit with me and be silent let your mind quiet pouring down the light of the sun its just begun it will surely rise if you take your time and never compromise in the silent skies the mind wanders and flies towards the life review to see if your were true the fragrant breath the highest test is shining like a diamond
what fragrant letters you’ve left lingering before me i am the magazine’s most faithful follower i worship only copy and devour context as if it were holy truly life is meaningless unless it is bound or print in glossy
Neglect the exit strategies Factor in the fireplaces And make a run for the bathrooms We are artists with no medium As kindred spirits are united We must drink this tedium together And make real words from our seances We tied ropes around our souls Solely to shake up our abandonment issues We have confused virtue and servitude Confused by loose lips and loose cannons And the bad breath of certain movie stars We all share these vulnerable parts That are as loyal and broken as our heart
does anything make life meaningful will it ever make sense or are we destined to cry for eternity simply let go and be free give measure and comparison a rest set your intentions high follow the sun and become musically sensitive as we make our arrows sharp we become sparks of the divine no theories can ever contain this no words could ever express it it remains a mystery yes we can point to the divine like a finger pointing at the sky but still the divide is infinite even as the divine is immanent there are no splits just unity yet the girl performs her aerobics with grace and precision each split a vision of eternity i seek lightning and trudge up mountains you follow rivers and kiss the comfrey i peak behind the curtain and smell the sweet embers burning
As fences are felons we take turns Tearing them all to little pieces Palaces fall in the morning For they alert us of our tiny perspectives We sell our breath to the haggard The hecklers can take These letters of recommendation to the grave with them I would rather take you to bed with me But you are not ready to let me Imbibe that watery something yet It's like honey without the bees or the bumbling We are troubled by troops of covetous warriors Awarding our appetites with only knives and comforters
hunger is a form of necromancy if you lust for other people’s intelligence then you might as well covet their soul the future is a burning flame and desire is her name life is radiant like a water buffalo so please show me the way to stay sane amidst the rhinos and tigers of the plains what is your name child if you are here then you must surely be wild i am a witness to the limitless creativity of the goddess she partakes in every single particle we perceive i am an article of her majesty formed in the factory of her imagination satisfaction is my identity so lets awaken to the reality of creativity with each and every breath we take
i wish i could take the credit but its the combination of ghee and honey that brings me to ecstasy with schisandra you will be elevated but use her mindfully because she’ll easily blow your mind this lonely existence burns like a fire i offer you these words a speckle of hope or a thread of rope as artifacts from an earlier time that connects us to our home i know its difficult to cope with all this tragedy so lets resurrect an an anthology of goodness what are we choosing to remember only the cold embers of yesterday’s funeral pyre or the flames that leapt through the air while you shouted higher and higher its ok to be proud of nothing forever warming our backs by the fire so many ancestors stood proud behind you never once do they judge you so why must we collect impertinent insults from our neighbors when they prefer to sit around and savor the mesmerizing nonsense that captivates their souls called television i am beyond understanding sandwiched between anger and demanding justice first we must conclude that the world is broken so we can decide on the proper attitude or adjustment
infinite beings sitting in a room sending visions from a distance the listeners agree we are free to try anything as long as it doesnʼt alter free will or destiny if you let me show you iʼll give you a taste of your own medicine selected from feathers and falling leaves breath agrees with bone and form is hollow mnemonic agents whisper agendas into fields of green lavender beings sweep the streets and perform feats of beauty that are rarely ever seen
burned rubber on the pavement is this the thanks you gave for our engagement send it all back to the drawing board again i spent millions on your friends so lend me the love you borrowed show me the lines you’ve narrowed down to nothing i am a something controlled by the one thing love is my leader and where it goes i’ll follow closely you are my existence without you i’d be nothing justice is my father and he is all about our sovereignty light is our dignity in these final hours of infamy ignominious liars taste the funeral pyres eventually all will rot within this tired melting *** of inequality and when dinner is ready your chambers shall be empty
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
i swam in a sea of glandular secretions the music was already playing you were like a kite in the wind and you let the ocean take you I said, please keep a clear head you said, that could take a lifetime while i recited the verses of my soul you said that you were really sorry and that we both already knew that belief could be a fire that sometimes burns its own
substitute your mind for the divine presence open you eyes and gaze upon the unknown I speak for a plethora of overgrown gardens are we cartons of cigarettes or bundles of sweetgrass answers like these are never necessary yet we borrow everything from life's apothecary i am among the tired lions who offer their music to your dynasties its a weekend campaign finance escapade to bring farms to your table and then go back to the basics i wish you could see the benefits that only exist beyond these earthly dimensions for limits expand whenever we question them
I give thanks for the earth i give thanks for the trees i give thanks for the mother i give thanks for the bees i give thanks for the soil i give thanks for the work i give thanks for the passion i give thanks for the hurt i give thanks for the smiles i give thanks for the children i give thanks for the flowers i give thanks for the silence i give thanks for the power i give thanks for the rain i give thanks for the sunshine i give thanks for the pain i give thanks for the anger i give thanks for the rage i give thanks for the strength to never separate myself from you
if you are naked i’ll undress the moon for you and i'll spoon her too (for you) and if you are tired i’ll make the bed for you if you are hungry i’ll cook my head for you and you'll have to let it sit there and you'll have to let it bleed and I'll row your boat (for you) gently down the stream