Lost in space, we slowly trace
The tragic frames of our restlessness.
Love is a spiral, I can’t bear to face
Without you lying here next to me.

are you asleep or not  
peek at me through sheets of raindrops
falling down like a curtain
threadbare and staring at you
from behind this cover of water
our egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around for heat
i am ****** if i do and ****** near ready to sleep
turn off the television and splinter your attention
you split your intentionality
the moment your nationality no longer had meaning
are you a natural or a factual person
satisfaction is non-contractual
i am no longer attached to you
here we go again and don’t expect
for narcissists to self-reflect
we crack the ego
seek for an imago
to match our attachments to identity
words forgotten in the shower
i dispatch them from a tower
i need nothing but soap to wash me clean
still i feel the need to be held by you
and i feel the need to be seen by you
one moment after another
and don’t expect anything more

bring me your eyes
and offer me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and your are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
can quickly drift away

combine memory and meaning
but leave the fruits to the hungry
leave the spirit to its spying
and know that i am blindly
comforted by your anger
satisfy my superstitious lightning
and i'll justify your mind
from behind a pile of beautiful lies
i feel you twisting up my spine

Our bonds are strong
And so are our prayers
We envision a peace on the land
Where men, women and children
All understand their place in nature
Is sacred and necessary
That to be healthy they must take great care
Of soul, country and all our relations
As all beings are sentient
And all strangers are potentially friends
And if we have a little compassion
Then in the end we may stand a chance
Of one day getting back to the garden again

i am a poet and still
i don’t comprehend these symbols
these missing hearts
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we ever sign another peace treaty
the blessed earth is forgiven
and we are all her children
the sweet scent of spring
oh how our hearts do yearn for dancing
spend your dollars and your pennies
but give all your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked on the fire
and you drink the golden liquid
that is known to satiate all of your desires

Murderous herds of burning rubber
Hundreds of birds pierce the sky
And you fly away too quickly but who am i to argue
Uncover the dirt and the stones we buried deep
Beneath the politicians
Seated on their thrones in honorary comfort
Their dignity determined by our phony way of thinking
Speak equally and clearly
You define yourself and we melt into muscles
Funneling our blood and nerve bundles
Remove the bandages that cover your wounded arms
Scars stand ready to tell you of their battles
Metal and steel, youth is all we meddle with
These needles and the devil are all you need to fear

Blend all the elements
Including the oil and the salt
We are forming music in our mouths
And bucketing out our intuitions
We are frozen dancers masterfully
Balancing on our ageless appendages
Representing history is no easy gesture
It resembles splendor and spare apricots
Shared with our neighbors across fences
With our fingers we reach out
For our prejudices to touch gently
I am elegantly amused
At all your beautiful reductions
How were you so easily deconstructed
Into a web of beauty and butterflies
You may be used to this situation
But it's probably worth mentioning
That no matter how hard we try
We're all going to lose someone eventually
So let's play this time for keeps
Until we can ****** ourselves into letting go of everything
I fold my hands and return to the snow
Long ago from the stars beyond our reach
We inhaled and drew our first breath
From the heart of the darkness
We made our pledge that life
Shall always be a bargain against death
So now we take our chances
With some depth and determination
I am returning to my origins
Along the road to our sovereignty
I am as red as an active volcano
And we are bred to behave like family
In rows along the edges of our insanity
I digress and repress memory and emotion
So many are left and we don't know
Exactly where we’re going
So we collapse space into shapes
That are worth carefully observing
Let's blend our blood and our breath
And trust in the graceful scent of roses
We will make mistakes filled with yearning
Collecting learning like seashells
Along the shoreline of the morning
That we are born triumphantly blinded
As a reminder of neurological divergence

The visionless depths
Of angstful arrogance
Serving false narratives
And depolarising our axons

what a beautiful rainbow
all these colors
burning my eyes
turning me into a shadow
smooth like stone
your face is a rock formation
strong as time
for innumerable hours
the waves have polished your face
what a way to breathe deeply
sigh and let out you heart’s suffering
i am crumbling like a tree
bowing on my knees
don’t look at me
turn away you say
forget the images of yesterday
easy for you to say
while those memories
are still etched in my brain
i must find my own solace
in a cup of coffee and a bagel
what a lonely feeling
having no one left to talk to
why are we but figures in a poem
wrapped up in a blanket
sandwiched between
a stuffed dinosaur and a television
walruses deny our company
friend requests are meaningless
we give ourselves value
and take pride in our unruliness
unkempt hair and floppy shoes
the bottomless eyes of the moon
poems abuse our energy
strategies take you by surprise
i am defiant like an ice skater
and stumble like a stewardess
sitting on my meditation cushion
i remember the essence of my breath
drink in this silence
and you will eventually outgrow death
inspect your thoughts
and meticulously comb your actions
in this life there is only static
magic is neutral, active, or passive
dragons breakdance on hourglasses
nowadays fences are tall and meanings are short
are essence is pure but our thoughts are defiled
hot women and frozen dinners
look for secrets beyond the shores
of yesterday's defenses
gifted children dream of freedom
sweep our floors and then are gone by morning
do we ever sit still and wonder
where these meager moments of truth
have wandered off to

Words have a way of speaking to you
As if you could create meaning from objects
That fall like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers are bringing you eager categories
And seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy
We are those treetops in need of new itineraries
When our airline tickets fit together quite nicely
Could you believe the world is made from mind
While the majority of beings remain hungry
For the shining light which binds us to our spines
Without rhyme we’d all be lost
And rhythm is the cost of our consciousness
But first we must fatten our ducks and turkeys
And take the dog for a good long walk
We saw more than we could ever hope to talk about
And I hear the sound of ambulances and police sirens
Chasing angels through these forests
We seem to always forget who we are
And every time we talk too much about anything  
The world becomes just a little bit more lonely

Are you hysterical
In the truest sense of the word
What is a womb
But a place to keep your bird
A nest for some feathers
A place to rest and sleep
What is a sparrow
But another part of me
You are awake
While i dream of inspiration
You are awake
While i breathe into our arrangement
Commitment seeks misery
And places duty in our hearts
We each keep a piece of innocence
And hide it where no one ever looks
Blessed infatuation
I am intoxicated by your touch
Come and spend a moment here
Beside the rushing river’s grace
I keep traces of your journey
In my heart where they'll be safe

What if we were a pair of old barn owls
Born to bloom posthumously
In this post-mortem moonlight
These are our fumigated farmhouses
And landscapes among the stars
Where celebrities with hardened hearts
And star-beings who only come alive at night 
Are trying to write sermons in the dark
While we sit here with ceremonies in our hearts
Wondering why confused human beings
Always try to deify the colors of the rainbow

How can there be thirteen windows in a house but never a door when you need one?

sharpen your pencils
put pen to paper
move your elbows
and let your fingers waver
savor each moment
every single breath
nothing is meaningless
and there is nothing to forget
or to forgive at all
its all right inside you
the sounds and the sights
your sensations want to guide you
if you let them they will find you
i love talking with you
you are so easy to be around
the way you move and laugh
fills me with gratitude for being human
saving this planet happens
one sensitive soul at a time
liquid light is melting
beyond the peripheries of sight
your feet fall upon the pavement
like thunder on my soul
the drums are being pounded
by hands that have lost control
instigate this kiss and i will show you bliss
i blush like the roses and flush away my poses
responsibility waits for the world to hesitate
then it jumps right in and blames everyone for their mistakes
put it down for awhile
and embrace your inner child
show them the playful side of you
underbrush grows and covers up your nose
serotonin and dopamine fill your brain
i am blown away by your arrows and your feathers
your heart against my flesh
impresses every breath
with nectar sweeter than a rose
i sweat and swear at god
curse the clothes we are forced to wear
remove your dress and bless me with your nakedness
select this pair of underwear from your finest stash
i am a child innocent and scared
longing for those memories of safety
please darling enter me and enchant me with your melodies
select from all those options
a shape with graceful stature
starlight covers the canopies of our soul
broken in the dream-space
i chased my fate through staircases and parking lots
her daughters were left alone
very far away from home
and a man came to take them back
he looked at them and wondered
from where they had wandered
and asked them to reveal the secrets that they knew
the girls just laughed and giggled shyly as young girls are prone to do
but in secret one of them
was quite taken with his charming manners
so she allowed him a tiny space in the vacancy of her heart
and he lived there quite happily
until the day that he forgot
who he was and where he had found her
through winter and summer he did flounder
up snowy hills and on the banks of a sunny river
shivering in the cold and sleeping in the dark
outside he grew his watermelons and raised chickens in a coop....
so much for punctuation i don’t give a **** at all
but if it helps you better understand the situation
then i’ll share my all
the melody in your heart
breaks down all the walls
and opens up the mouths of mountains
like cascading waterfalls

Could we create meaning from objects
Tumbling like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers bring you eager categories
While seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy

My song slips from my heart into the words on this paper
You start to unfurl them like threads curling around your ego
Dreams drift from pages into eyelids
Taking their time to remind us
That we are all just impermanent visitors here
We enter and rise to the sound of a fire burning
Turning morning into night and lightning into thunder
In slumber we shudder at the angels that take no prisoners
Gifts and poison all have their reasons
As everything is a part of every other being

Gone ******* tumbling over torpid waters
Turning inside out and bottomless
You float for a second before sinking
Into the opposite of weightlessness
It's imperative that we digress
And witness feathers in a headband
We are the lead singers of tomorrow’s epiphanies
We are the band and the audience members simultaneously
Everything is blessed and made to wander equally
We are tiny strings attached to the fragilest parts
Of every person’s heartbeat
We are the insurmountable struggles that inspire your art
We are the feelings you embody in the night’s soft atrophy
We are the appetites we repress
When there’s no one left to buy you dinner
We seek new meanings in beauty
And in the mind of each new lover we take
Our own image remains engraved photographically
Steadfast and permanent we laugh at our innocence
On the road to invisibility we take the first exit we can find
Laughing is sublime only as often as you can bear to really die
We shine like silhouettes behind the curtains of our memories
We are embracing magic in our uncertainty and living
Amidst and between, boundaries of ancient diseases and new discoveries
The pathway of apologies is not a road you can navigate intuitively
We are obviously hollower than a pair of five gallon drums
For when the rain comes we take the opportunity
To fill our towers, tanks and reservoirs; as if beauty was just a bargain
That we made when there was no one left to argue with

standard tunes on the radio
the gramophones are outdated
so dust off your duvet covers
and dance naked for the daily
words are kept frozen in ice cube trays
spray my hands with cinnamon and honey
your rose water sprinkles my nose
and i feel a hundred years
younger than that old toad
sweep out the dining rooms
and follow the relics of the mind
in my time of loving
i will find a way to say i’m sorry
you combine memory with meaning
like stethoscopes trying to cope
with our swollen diameters
growing up is all about coming to terms
with our petty personalities and demeanor
nootropes in the new tropics
some are similar to the old radishes
codes and secret handshakes
shape the lakeside attractions
of parks and fairgrounds
as the storm rages beneath our stereos

Canvases and caverns
Concave inversions
Humid ontologies
Reside in reverse order
It's all imperfect
This i’m certain of
All is becoming
For total recovery
Is but a blind man’s fortune
And a soul is no surgeon
A thousand years later
And still no progress
Worth speaking of
What’s the matter with your heart
Is it a faulty circuit
Or did a fuse blow in the dark
We are all targets of uncertainty
Fallen upon piles of confusion
Still i am grateful
To be ruined by your love

The tide may turn but some people never learn,
that what is best for them may never come easy.

Nothing appears but the sunrise
Nothing dies but our bodies
No one needs more information
When we strike the chord of lightning’s music
We make everything so clear
It's inside the earth
The mother who gives birth
To everything we need and fear
Love is the answer
Making lovers into dancers
And if you don’t need an answer
We can just pretend that we're friends

i have nothing to say

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

so say Nothing

nothing

there, i said it

ha

i feel better

Life is a short story.

Lands of adulation
Flocks of gesticulation
Floods of fornication
From where ever we came from
The return to Now
Still remains the greatest journey

We keep it clean in bed
And leave our dreams behind us
The sprinklers are on
But the phone is off the hook
You shake with gratitude
And a looseness of character
And I object to being isolated
When you are to be quarantined
Alone with all your necklaces

Under the circumstances
We demand the following
Clean air, water and soil
Oh and our freedom too
It's quite obvious to see really
That every single being is born in sovereignty
And if we have no more need
For an inner (or outer) king or queen
Then who will treat the earth with dignity
And learn to speak a million tongues at once
And separate our imaginations from reality
When the sun is our destiny tonight
We will face the moon’s expectations
And just for a single moment
We will be made as great as we can be
Right before we take the plunge again
Headfirst back into the depths of oblivion

Again and again we pretend that the end is unknown
Until we forget that the entire point of being whole
Is to resurface from the depths of a volcano as a Phoenix
And make this living hell a magical place to make our nests in

should we simulate a state of emergency
when frankly the fractures you’ve experienced are not even fatal
while our dynamite maker was just a teenager
her slow motion wink took me right out of my seat
I blinked and before I knew what had happened
I was beside myself lying face down in a puddle of ink
it might be silly but it reminds me of a story
about two little children who were fast asleep
and then their stuffed animals came alive and started talking
how come i can begin almost anything
but I start to drift away before I even finish the first paragraph

You have crossed all these boundaries to get here
You have crossed the ocean to reach me
Now that we are together can we cross our own rivers
Of attention and inhibition
In order to just listen and be present with each other
I wonder if suddenly we will share
A serenity that bears no resemblance to peace or safety
But is as dynamic as a waterfall
Pouring over our consciousness
Chasing away our clutter and making space for kindness
We are daring to dream of epiphanies and poems
Romance is a blossom that blooms quite rarely
I say don’t waste your time chasing images
And making foolish mistakes
When you can chase me to the edges of your sanity
How much can you bear to see
The pain of love is beyond measure
It's a treasure rarely earned
But when it is, it can give you hope
Greater than a poem or a diamond
We bare our hearts to the lions teeth
For if he bites that which is beneath his lips
We will bleed a thousand ****** dreams
Hungry for our very own being
There are demons who seek
To destroy all meaning and poetry
So we appraise our souls of this wine
And drink it until our heart’s are content
We are probably a little more than broken
But that’s not too bad considering
How far we had to travel to get right where we are
In this space and time it's not right to shy away
From a fight whenever it's worthy
The attempt to conceal our faults is dissonant and infantile
So I lied to you in order to deceive myself
I convinced you I was wealthy so that you’d love me
There is no country left for our despicable ways
How else can we explain our own estrangement
From ourselves, our health and our families

The matrix has you in her arms
Will our souls ever be healed
Love is the wisdom we need
When all you feel is an island
And we wander through the hills
We hike through the empty hours
Inside us all there is another side
When there are no more cigarettes
No ******* or emotional wisdom
I think you deserve whatever you find
I still sometimes wonder
If you’ve already had enough
Crying for one life-time

Once upon a time: In the garden
Symbols embodied within forms of reason
Determined the limits to our liberation

The hunger awoke
And i took you to my room
And the rest was ancient history
Or perhaps religion
We are sacred lovers
Undone by our own parental figures
Elbows are transparent
For whenever we are divergent
Our old hereditary clothing
Has more than likely been outgrown

Humble hearts leave trails
Of burning arcs
Whenever they pass you by
When time is borrowed
From the present
It's a gift from heaven
If we are born unperturbed
Then how is it we learn
To act as if we are too old
To receive their love again

please make magic out of moments forgotten under footsteps of hungry giants seeking protection from the gods of tyranny and natural states of synchronicity
under the protection of benevolent forces you are free to breathe your own destiny into being
situations are suggesting that your soul families have become determined to develop and support the unfolding vision arising from the depths of your devotion to life
if you agree to receive an indeterminate amount of unrequested support and a loving increase in your creative life force you will be instantly and irrevocably infused with your solar angel’s heightened frequencies
time and space will be transformed into a breathtaking display of radiant energy released symphonically from the coronal ejection of your electromagnetic field in synchrony with eternity
having considered all possible outcomes what is likely to occur is not the most probable outcome but the path of least resistance to reframing all reality
independent of consequences unforeseen all reality is truly a dream being dreamt by an eternal being with a keen interest in preserving this dream’s integrity
having become one with the knower of the seen and the unseen knowing has become the sole means of interpreting an ever-evolving stream of continuous incongruity between the linear and the non-linear weave of interconnectivity
a tantra of inter-dimensional proportion cutting through an adamantine aversion to illusionary being is perpetually stretching my perception of infinity
letting go of a deeply ingrained resistance to the persistence of the experiences playing out their frequently repeating scenes
we are self-generating machines capable of tasting our own inner ecstasy and creating a destiny for our children’s children driven by love’s simple complexity

Nuzzle me with your fingers
Sting my eyes with your soap
Your truces are so dangerous
And poets need more than hope

how fragile feelings are to begin with
do not march blindly onto another’s battlefield
so many memories flash before my eyes
there are poems in the leaves
that can only be recited
while treetops are dancing
keep it clean, for its what you are
and not how you seem to others, that matters
sailing on the lake of movement
send me your poems in the arms of the tides
swim towards me and we'll try to redefine,
love, kindness and beauty, one day at a time

sentience implies you have the ability to feel and sense
can we test the hypothesis that we are anything less than this
semantics overrun our mind’s programs
stop the schedule of thoughts and immerse yourself in a sabbatical
from self governance and defiance
simply deny it any power over you
choose to face the unknown with a smile and kind demeanor
see the world to be a reflection of your own inner theater
steer clear of madness for it wants to be nearer to your soul than you should let it
lean back and relax
our children’s children are making contact through the arctic summer
articulating the precise moment that we will remember our yearning
for dialects undiluted by time’s vinegar
simple as honey on a sunny afternoon
i see the moon rise above the mountains
a statue in the square above the fountain
shadows of hummingbirds barely leave a trace
of the graceful feathers that massage the air
slices of moonlight cut through the fog
hours of darkness become our hearts
shattered silhouettes
stiff as logs
splinters of freedom longing for open arms
and i suspect that i've seduced one too many hearts

The days go by
We decline in mind and body
We deny our fleshy rights
We aspire to the greatest heights
We decide who we’ll trust
And then one day love must come
If only to defy our luck

Paternal eternalism
Alarmingly determined
To destroy all degrees
Of destiny
Hegemonic neoteny
Neolithic apathy
Stone-age artifacts
Forgetful architects
Archetypal artistry
More pretentious
Than your law degree
We are equal
Or we are free
Treat me like
I mean something
Treat me like
You disbelieve
That all your ancestors
Defended evidence
To the contrary

We are fathomless beings
Our faults lie in our voices
Not in our minutes
We are untouched by water
Hungry for the ancestors
We are old walking shoes
And slow moving vehicles
Sitting on the sidelines
Waiting for you to notice us