she swallowed my head
am i dead
or just beheaded
forever destined
to be a two-legged burden
a herd of cattle
is certainly more precious than i
if not already
than someday we may become
hunted, stunted
or just in love with being chased
i am humming
stunned by your drum
it is giving me fire
stealing the air from my lungs
like Prometheus
if i wish to survive
i must hide beneath the sun
behind the flames and stains
of yesterday's games
the scenes change so frequently
its hard to contain anything
but my own frame of reference

existence is deliberate
so put your soul into it
stunted light
makes you blind
so use your mind
for you may lose it anyway
unkind horses
drop you off mid-flight
unwind the songs
that make you feel bright
if you are here tonight
i’ll light your pilot
ignite your starter
and we'll ride through the darkness
next stop is your soul
upon desert roads we rode forever
we grew up on tired noises
which never seemed more apparent
than when something got sandwiched
between our mind and heart
the desert glows
and we come apart like sage’s twin
listen for lime trees limping in the dark
stark realities are my favorite
savor the wasted fruit
hidden in our suitcases
digest the juices
leftover in music boxes
avoid concussions from falling stars
by protecting our heads and hearts
the soft parts
get ripe and bust open
revealing icing and stardust
juicy strawberry justice
humid as mustard
gustatory lust or just a loose dress
either way you are tremendously blessed
descended from the queen of the heavens
you drink from springs
and swing from chandeliers
for those humid humans still deserve your love
you are moist to my touch
i beg you don’t hesitate or rush
for unrequited love is always pretty rough

"Stupidity sells... its why you're poor."

voice is breath dressed in sound
with rusted waves of heaviness
denser than a fiction
an indefinite amount of suspense
my fingers bled and i am led back to you
home is in my head
i always knew that you were truthful
you are numinous, that is duly noted
i was promoted for fortitude and temperance
i am deliverance sending tolerance back to you

droopy eyes remind the skies of fire
give me sunlight and i’ll show you desire
for love is a burning flame
and dreams are escapades
i see the name written in your flesh
bless this existence with governing harmony
those drill sergeants aren’t bothering you
so part the waters from east to west
lest we fester forever in the morning’s seances

you dance like blossoms upon hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing amongst the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet rubbing mine
and lions in the dawn dream our longing into song

Ageless angels
Won’t live forever
Despite the fables
And the myths
We are equipped
With unstable bodies
And invisible images
Longing to become
Meaningful secrets
Sealed within our lips

The bottoms of our feet
Are the soles of tomorrow
We repeat these stories endlessly
We are here spinning our wheels
Trying to understand the streets
And how they were formed in symmetric images
We are immersed in villages of hunger
Empty of sound and fury
Lines before the jury
We are useless without our wings
So we bring kindness to your springs
And drink clean water
From the hands of your daughters
Gone before the dawn
We held on without scorn
And stole laughter from the mouth of a tornado
With ****** dripping from your lips
And ink on your fingertips
Holding iron in your palms
It appears we need to hail our faith
Now more than ever

No matter how much i'd like to take our relationship to the next level,
The ocean reminds me softly that we are just barely friends with benefits.

sweet jesus
life is outrageous
listless alligators
try to upstage this
drift from forms
to formless sages
residual wages
furnishing your cages
threadbare leather workers
raid our refrigerators
rage is impulsive
sullen lisps and swollen lips
frame our faceless daughters
in their water glasses
houses of hunted howling
hourglasses
dreamcatchers and dancers
humongous lanterns
burning pages
place-mats
on your dinner tables
why do they feel so out of place
is it the way we are made
have you any
doubts about your origins
what is the worst
thing you’ve ever faced
are you exposed
to typos regularly
tokens of penmanship
and fraternity hazings
hostelries and banquets
growth is dependent
only on intangible quotients

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

the sun has returned me to safety
infinite shadows had haunted me
poetry and verbosity
the lack of intuition is an atrocity
i wish it did not bother me but it does
smudge the altar
tug on your t-shirt
and wear this shawl around your neck
it will protect you from the wolves
your dampness deflected
those radioactive isotopes
this pimple on my nose
those feelings i disowned
what a sad sad poem
so remove those spectacles
and place them on your nightstand
the moment is at hand to face our fragile faults
so many more than i had hoped
i am frustrated by this relationship
i no longer want to placate the truth
i demand emancipation now
so remove those chains
free is my soul
no more shall i be controlled or contained
neither enslaved nor bound to your person
make way i will find my own path
out of this darkness
stand back and let me walk
proud and tall i am skilled at maneuvering
its futile to try and restrain me
simply watch as i walk out the door
no more tiny compromises
i shall own my soul and my destiny
i awake from this dream of entrapment
palaces of anguish topple to the ground
the earth is awash with flames
if we were heroes we’d get on our horses
and roam the countryside
these lack of rhymes are so refreshing
from now on i will be expressing
my truth only in prose

We are diamonds dining
On time and space
Making pathways
Through the grey skies and the grace
What path is our own you ask
For that is our predicament
To find it and walk through the fire
Please forget safety and harbor your haste
We are painting the places
We have yet to wander in
Lost hours of loneliness
Can never be salvaged
It's a promise you make to the creator
To wake and make wonder
Company can also be lonely
So we take walks in the countryside
We hike through the empty hours
And sleep in the dawn's embrace
All our hands are getting stronger
All our minds are getting longer
Extending beyond the earth
We fought for this moment
To bring form to the lonely
And songs to the lucid
We are confusing
Our consciousness with our intellect
For whomever the bell tolls
You alone must answer
When it calls you to connect

green as eyes
drinking from emerald caves
the color of rusted gems are dancing in your face
i keep getting distracted by the longing in your voice
poetry keeps me hungry
poetry wakes me up
forever trusting my intuition
i seek heavy water for keeping our daughters safe
i serve muscles and nerves in a stew
the returning few are worthy of bone broth
your strength is several miles high
your fame is conveniently shy
i am arguably thine
reflect and revive
however you strive
i support you
all is said and done
now get dressed by the fire
go forth in glory and don’t forget to inspire
in between sensations
there is a pause all for you
how your hair smells
and what are you waiting for
your breath is commingling with the ocean
forever immersed in the moistness of the dawn
i am shirtless and perspiring
juicy mountains determine
our fall from heaven's grace
a gladness that i chased you
for once you were bitten
i could never be happy without you by my side
retrieve the dimples from my cheeks
dress the dog in cotton tunics
release the poison of the world
and dance with me in forgotten fields of lavender
the secrets are no longer kept
what was spoken in neglect is now there forever
i hear that one is only a disguise for another

it was late September when i let you in
i remember the audacity of your mouth
what a feeling when it lingered around my lips
and stayed their way too long
i could not keep your secrets
and so you cast me out
loose people are threats to humanity you said
loose lips sink ships
but your loose lips opened
into a cavern of mysteries
so vast that the sky was jealous
of your beauty
and the indolence you prided yourself on
what a mystery
the starry eyed dreamers slept
and wept for their ancestors
who were calling out to them
but they couldn’t hear them from consciousness' bed
i am listening to your trembling body
and thinking that your salt is my sanity
and without electrolytes
i’d die of thirst inside your watery mouth
ugh this pounding is so **** repetitive
i can’t remember the last time we were so negative
separated by our sins
freedom is spinning round
like a child turning towards the heavens
beauty, sweat and love
forever making fools of us
what a nemesis love makes of us
what neanderthals we are
what they were is what we’ve become
for what is love anyway
but madness
dedicated to its own ruin
the self that desires its own undoing
is intoxicated by a substance
more inebriating than wine, beer, or ***
it is lust that lights the fire of our desire
in sweaty nights of passion
we’ve become raunchy with musical fever
sweet icicles pierce these hearts
deep love dives deeper
deep words we seek
each growing more distant
the nearer that we come

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

In a land of semi-famous stars,
Where not a single soul,
Has the slightest clue,
As to who they truly are.

How pretentious are we
This preternatural attraction
Magnetizes you and I, like gravity
It's surprising that we never rise
Still I recall the first time that you fell
We held hands and laughed
While centuries have come and gone
You said, what's past is past
But what's past has yet to pass away
So we pretend that nothing’s changed
While for thousand of years
We like to pretend we've remained the same
There was a time when all writing
Was considered a manifestation of the divine
And now it seems like anyone can write copy

And it makes me wonder out loud
Is it only grammar that appeals to you  
Is it syntax that takes you to heaven
Are you aroused by proper punctuation
Its frightening to know what turns people on these days
And I am alarmed at the lack of literacy portrayed
Yet a common mistake is to assume its due to ignorance
And not a lack of virtue, that keeps it all this way

the criminal element is lost
have you fought with your boss
each day is fraught with challenges
but that's what makes you stronger
all along the water's edge
the waves break and connect
like threads of poetry
lines of beauty
curving at the moon
luminous intrusions
before we are fallen
dreams seethe
with colorful landscapes
and i am a blade of grass

threads of astral fire
aspire for the sun
my magic is beyond recognition
it ignites the silence
and burns bright as day
words are living
breathing entities
families of sounds
consonants and vowels
are relatively harmless
unless you dare
to speak them out loud
control your tone
and let aspiration resonate
this assonance is rather transient
so lets embrace our scansion
mansions of impermanence
lands of intransigent transients
its tragic really
how the lead of vehemence
can spread so rapidly

sentient powers stake their claim
in soil that remains dutiful
despite your shame
have we gone insane
its quite likely
or are we still the same
that remains to be questioned
better to drop this game
and keep up your crazy vision quest

Every poem is puzzling
If an analogy
Is anything like an algorithm
And love is the highest
Form of flattery I know of
What a tragic destiny
To await life or death
With hesitance and reticence
When we are only rejected by uncertainty
And inner dissidents deny
Our few minutes of peace
What is an argument
But an even greater reason
To try to remain in contact
We are all articulate and lonely
So don’t deny these stories
Even if they seem crazy or boring
We can't explain away our haziness
And also rectify our kindness
After all it's a compromise
To decide who is right
Means also to lose faith
In the inner workings of the heart
If we are pertinent and perturbed
By lonely apathy and hurt
You can always question the quiet
You have become accustomed to at night
If we shut down our towers and our tables tops
We may get lost or turned around again
For often we are too proud to ask for help
So instead we become just like our furniture
And spend our lives building and/or buying houses
Destroying peoples lives in private
And making messes on our carpets
We are concrete and vision-less
While people of the earth are being burnt
And yet still don't return to hatred
They are sharing all that’s naked
As we slowly learn to grow
Towards love again

Love is an environmental crisis
A crucifixion more contagious than a virus
Symbols spread knowledge to the pious
Faster than these words or stories can deny this
I share memes with both the living and the dead
Are there any level headed people left to deal with
You congratulate me on my lucky winning streak
Do you still think I need your permission to speak
And are you curious about what i'm doing on the sidelines
If these solutions plunge our souls back into the silence
Then words may be a form of manipulation most violent

Ixoras in the wind
Burning breaths
Of bottomless blessings
Surrounded by death
We shout from the top
Of a staircase
Give away your doubt
Let go of faith
Become infatuated with Silence
East is the road of being
Leaps of grace often
Speak volumes
In their wake

Can you confirm that i’m relevant
Whenever human words fall short
We must again address our souls
In the dirt of a garden
My feelings are hurt
That you'd attempt to abandon me again
After all we’ve learned
What’s stopping you from compromising
If attraction is a form of tragic magic
Then teenage intangibles
Will one day recover all our samples

A fleeting image of a promise
Captured in the darkness
We took pictures of our victims
Our youth are those innocents
Who we share all of our shadows with
Tip-toeing over rusted fences
A trail of broken boards and ***** fingerprints
Left scattered haphazardly on the horizon
We run through dreams and over valleys
Life is a small part of a greater picture of reality
We walk, we talk and make love for naught
Like dinosaurs in the dawn of separation
Serpents sing for freedom at our gregarious dinners
Lust is a book best written for beginners

love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality

open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist *******
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all

paper trails and octopuses
***** buses and bisecting angles
fragile dancers fail to tell their story
this dreaming is a faculty of insight
a soliloquy of sunlight
sunglasses keep the eyes safe
from burning retina love
the iris is immolated
clinging demanding needing
its bleeding you slowly
selectively they were bought
her mind is aflame with such thoughts
diverting this delicate imbalance from toppling upon itself
what is the way to keep the dogs at bay
i remember you showed it to me by the fire that day
sloven sitcoms
arrows and bows
whoever hungers for eternity
must remember the words
of whatever divine mystery
that they hold dear
as confounded sounds
and shades of hope start to appear

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

solitude and shadows are one
the sound of the sun
as it falls towards the horizon
lift up your eyes to the sky
for it reminds me of why i love you

burn up these memories
allow dreams to disagree
for if we are truly meant to be
then we’ll surely see each other again

ferment the leaves in jars
our lives may lead to scars
but if we allow our hearts to guide us
we may find that there
has always been a star inside us

blinded by beauty’s face
the secrets you have kept safe
its time to let them out
the knowledge of the soul
removes all doubts as it unfolds
all is one forever, without
all is one forever, we shout

blessed are we
lovers and angels
blessed are we
thousands of faithful
blessed are Thee, light’s prodigies
for lovers and thieves are all equal

the angels are the sound
we hear when we make love
you say its profound
i say its profane
you say its love
i say its in vain
still i wish you'd hold me closer
and take away my pain
you say i'm a fool
i say you are too
so lets make love
and maybe then
we'll cool down a bit tonight

We are ecstatic
Lacking sacred artifacts
And neglected puzzles
Reprimanded
Landlords
Invite you to their
Granddaughter’s
Graduation parties
Strategic histories
Often disagree
Still your eyes
Are a mystery
To me
I see love's mask
Shape-shifting again
This breath
Is never ending
Sending loving prayers
To the heart
Of your soul
Please dream carefully
And listen deeply
Satiate your strategies
But not completely
Insurgent icicles
Hanging from our rooftops
Threaten our safety
Stop living small
Did you know
That you could
Buy the whole world
With a single dolllar
They'll try to sell you
A copy of your Self
But you won't let them
Ever make a fool
Of you again
So we tell them
Your daughters
Are our lovers
And you begin
To let them live
Underneath your skin

Love is neither a battle nor a conquest,
It is the ultimate request
Love is neither a question nor an answer,
it is the hollow space in the mystic’s chest
Love is neither the petal of the rose nor the thorn,
it is the single drop of oil from a thousand petals pressed
Love is neither circumstance nor romance,
in its naked tenderness it is always exquisitely dressed
Love is neither blind nor visionary,
in lovers’ eyes the North is South and East meets West

my heart gives rise to a million loves
drunk with love I am I am
drunk with love I am

come and grab this animal
until you break the chains
that tie you up
if you free your mind
and voice your love
then one day
you shall drink the sun
that lights you up

voices soft that break your heart
dreams are stuff that we’re made of
do you care for what’s no longer there
and have you forgotten how to share
these broken chords set me up
yet never mind this empty cup
for love is a freedom not a burden
its sweet to some and bitter to another
tender and **** to the taste
love's fragrance cannot be placed
neither a heavy weight nor cumbersome
without wicked grapes or holy grace

sweetly like the ocean surf
her heady waves
and belly button
curve along the
horizon
her eyes on
your chest
tenderly hold this sparkling
heart
and drench your soul
in beauty

love is not a burden
its a gift
that enters swift
into this place
that most forsake
so find me there
but do not stare
as I braid thy hair
into the sun
into the moon
and twice as fair
thy lips do break
my aging heart

Accept the arrangements you have agreed to
Why pretend to be disillusioned
By lovers and former relationships
God is both a child and a wild animal
Families demand our participation
True lovers lead by example
We are what’s left of the intangible
I am still a part of your council
Whenever love becomes another past participle

Come break out of angular prison
And become liquid crystalline again
Hexagonal structures channeling electric current
Consciousness repeats it's own melodies
We deepen our intention and self awareness
I bless the edges of your defensive mind
Two lovers once entangled blend together for life

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

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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

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...

We are newly discovered obsidian daggers
Covered in obscene diamonds
We had a great time in our scabbards
Until your archaeologists came and found us
We are accents of rhythm
Extracted from a linguists’ worst nightmare
We are apparently humid if not quite human
Ruminating on our naked dysfunctions
We are content to being secret agents
Masters of arguments in surreptitious suspense
We are sweat and salt upon naked backs
That attract you like the golden hues of slumber
The ochre of the jungle is crisper than a hundred dollar bill
Life-force fueled by something new and leguminous
Quetzals bluer than a waterfall or the sky above an igloo
I chased you to the bottom of a cup of coffee
To overcome the fear of drowning in a melancholy mood

what a challenging occupation
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect directly
stardust collects on your shelves and altars
stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can not touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual concepts or only in conglomerations
chains of misnomers
all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings,
perceptions, formations and consciousness
earth water fire air ether
manifesting maya
a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or is it irony
i canʼt recall since i had that fall
my memory has been slipping
but truly today my brain is working perfectly
it feels brand new and polished like an old table
what a refreshing feeling
that existence is cheering for you
pushing you forward
towards your destiny
all you have to do is let go
and accept support and love
its all naturally wonderful
and yet we wonder about our value
if we are not struggling we forget to give thanks
if we are not puzzled we forget that we are amazing
staying put long enough to get organized
helps if you want to remove the clutter from your mind
yet traveling can help you to broaden your horizons
oh and by the way
i may have forgot to mention
that i signed you up for the total package

Good hands make great company.

the mask of alertness protects its bearer
as unstable strength topples before lightning
moist apples are ripening on the branch
i see their sweet nectar standing up
the streets we drive upon carve up the earth
i frequently eat the meat of the gods
homosapiens are blessed with ancient scars
your grasshoppers follow in the path of the stars
hopping from stem to stem like cinnamon darts

We are all masked by the hand of God
This mouth is a cavity of desperation
What's the point in getting ready
If it all comes tumbling down eventually
The blind have never risen
And the deaf have not yet learned to speak
With the music only they can hear
Within each passing heartbeat
We are forever beholden to each other
For there are hundreds of mouths left to feed
But beauty is a deed that can’t be bought
Still I fought for your heart and lost everything

Our minds and bodies aligned with memory
history wavers against the odds
I sold my arms and burned my farm
and grieved for a million years of tyranny
Treasure chests in your necklace
set like rubies in a fire
Treat me lover like a muscle
and don’t be afraid to stretch me
You know how I struggle with atlases
and am challenged by arithmetic
balancing fractions out of fear
Still I hear you darling and know that I am near you
whenever the Doer of Nothing
(0) is given a chance to steer

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...

maybe its already over
maybe it never began
maybe it’s waiting
right around the corner
but baby you may never know
maybe its moving
maybe its using
maybe its cruising through the streets
maybe you are and maybe you’re not
i guess you’ll have to wait and see
maybe there’s a reason
and maybe there’s a feeling
or maybe we’re just an example
of what eternally may be