What was awake and aware from the very start
When we were left standing in the unholy dark
You were so demanding then I couldn’t wait to part
Would I have known that you'd command my heart

Manic hands that hold you only in the morning
Soaring above the bed we pretended
That we could fly on the edges of our feet
So we led our lives with crazy abandonment
As if hope was an old friend that would pretend
Not to know the meaning of these endings
But you are better off than me at a million different things
But still I think the way you said, goodbye
Was just a little too insensitive

I love waking up to the sound of birds talking
Filled with melancholy and a swarm of yearning
I am still learning how to dress properly
So I keep my conscience clean and my mind a lil' *****
Life is a lullaby of sparkling objects
Frantically chasing their own tails
I set goals and break new records
When next to nothing is still worth something
The lost hours drift away but we pay them no mind
For time is a funny bedfellow who never gets to sleep early
The red, green and yellow merge in primary fellowship
They may rule the color wheel but that was never our intention
It's a carnival of quotations consummated at the station
We are aspirations of contention seldom satiated
By next door neighbors who speak in silent syllables
Until they've filled the bill and cut you open to be examined
We remain bountiful and humble as a gardener on vacation
As long as love remains a jungle made for us to retire in
We are trying our best and all the rest may truly be impossible
And if lost continents like to drift in reticent rhythms
I'm of the opinion that we have no business questioning their motives

Illustrated by isolated breaths,
The math teacher denies his duty.

pregnant with meaning again
we are feeling
coming from the void
i am clearly one sun-dried bumpkin
for nothing is all I’ve ever really loved
pumpkins stuttering
making music through galaxies of vines and tomatoes
orchards entwine stables
the wild is alive and capable of reviving itself
within each human heart chaos echoes
beckons us to trust the tunnels that are dark
sunglasses can no longer
protect the eyes from the sparks
mustaches embark on sandwiches that leave marks
on upper lips and beards
steer clear of fear unless you want to be devoured like ham on rye
sun tanned alibis deny reminders of our impermanence
long legs and a nice ***, still I am cashed out
return to drowning in hungry mounds of butter
gluttony everywhere
i surrender to the air and space
to face these mistakes I’ve made
and forgive the entire human race
i cannot escape my self
or my mind
i cannot erase these pages
no matter how blind i am
stammering cramming words into space
like place holders
folders from high school
it's futile to misuse our power
like principals without principles
our honor roll students are drooling
cooling off in their dormitories
then storming the capitol of capitals
prom dates sleep late and awake naked

I think we all have needs
That we have a hard time asking to be met
We are all afraid to grieve
And it shows a little bit more each day (we forget)
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me
He replied, you have a hereditary case
Of being predisposed to poetry

i remember your voice
it spoke to me before
her aged lips and salty hips
had sunken in the ground
like lemon trees
they will bring you joy
and sorrow, each in turn

how it rings
for your soul
how the well drinks
from these ferns
into diamonds
forests burn
your eyes are smiling
your nose is hiding
your tears are shining
your fruits are growing
i am throwing all this music at your feet
you bend down to greet the night
as she crawls in heat
her aching heart wanders
into precocious streets
the provocation of the situation
is immanently sweet
you sing the song for nothing
and dance for each one that you meet

there is only one thing ever happening
the mind is essentially just wandering
even though these protopian discoveries
lead us toward disheartening realities
they show us our resistances
to living in impermanence
I just want to stay in bed all day
with satellites circling my head
can we tell the green ones from the red
or have we all just gone astray
would you even try to tell me
if there was something I could say
to alleviate your suffering
nothing, oh well perhaps
that's the most attractive thing
for if we disagree and can still be purposeful
then its possible that we are already free

in suspenseful darkness the alabaster moon
croons its romantic breath over all these violated vineyards
angels taste the dryness of the grapes
and laugh at the waste of another year’s wine
move out of the way of human frailty
or share your space with our immortal stakes
true freedom is a slavery more terrible than anything mankind has yet to face

A narcissist is just an angel with devilish tendencies.

or

A narcissist is just an angel with a devilish demeanor.

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

so much for punctuation
i don’t really give a **** at all
but if it helps you to better
understand the situation
then i’ll share with you my all
the melody in your heart
breaks down all the walls
and opens up the mouths of mountains
like cascading waterfalls

Gardens of sound blossom when found
Underground rivers slip into our dreams
Burning oil in lanterns made from rusted metal
Tiny fingers record your victories
Wasted lifetimes spent fighting over conquered ground

magnetism, gravity and motion
spells worthy of our devotion
the concrete attraction of electrons
and particle accelerators
these ideas are past their due date
is a phrase (most often)
spoken by no one clever

When death comes to hang out, i wonder if he bring his own rope?

Have we ever met before? I imagine,
It's impossible that i could have guessed
So easily, that all those subtle edges,
Were sore spots worthy of defending?

who’ll fill you up
when your cup is broken
who’ll fill your cup
when you’re heart is broken
who’ll fill you’re heart
when you’re feeling kind of broken
who’ll heal your heart
when you’re feeling kind of down
who’ll lift you up
when you’re feet are on the ground
who’ll give you life
when your mind is kind of frazzled
who’ll take their time
when you need them in your life

Undress the equivalency
Inequality imperceptibly
Communicates that
Every hand is a doorway
Every heart is a universe
Perverse or natural
Lack of the artificial
Sans particles or clothing
You articulate your elbows
I dance with fireflies
Illuminated by candles
Are we radicals
Or just extra vulnerable

Maybe in the end, Socrates was the only person in history who had any clue about what was going on. And he mostly chose to remain quiet about it. Only a man who knows for certain that he doesn’t know a **** thing, is a true man, according to him and me.

undulate and felicitate
in-a-scent of death skulls and palo santo
sometimes it all feels so fake
just momentarily
I develop a reason
to smell the burning soil
and i remember that love too can spoil
accepting emptiness as it is
like shards of glass
sorrow and madness are the two shapes
that you remember from your childhood
you have come this far in spite of your fear
so drop the ways that you continue to lie
and give this sacred vision a chance to shine

Artisan’s arrest
Complex pleasure chests
Treasure sets
Dense as lead
We sink to the sound of silence
Back arched mouth open
Ready for love
She jumps out the window
He follows her down the stairs
Too late she got there first
He was waiting in the bushes
All her love was coerced
He undressed and took off his shirt
So she started punching him
Right where it already hurt

dreams brush the edge of reality
hearts beat upon the feathered wings of yesterday
i remember and select my memories
life is beauty not a tragedy
the sun is blinding, shining right in front of me
i celebrate the rays as they warm my body
blood and bone regrow from cells
all is well and all is sound
the ringing bells remember our origins
indivisible cells dividing infinitely
instantly the salutations sound
for our ancestors are never found in their silent forms
but only loud and with warnings do they cry out
make the most of the offerings we have laid out
sacrifice the ****** to the gods
forgotten ways to worship when the times are hard
i speak spacious whisperings
select the fragile and rarest offerings
see my friends are making time for me
to become the lion’s royalty
soaring high as an eagle
reaching for tree tops to make our nests
in cliffs and peaks so radical
we are magical creatures created by the goddess
our selves resonate beyond the spheres
so have no fear to speak clearly
and be seen in all your radiant majesty

Despite the lies told on instagram and face book,
A solid day of work is rarely as exciting,
As a public hanging or a professional sporting event.

Mothers supplying their children
With a tiny taste of freedom
But they can’t cope with abandonment
So they write poetry in the meantime

"Angels are self-actualizing."

A line from Lucifer

REALITY
Is it all a farce
A satire
A musical comedy
Or worse
Maybe its a horror flick
Or are we doomed
To be a sitcom, drama or telenovela
What the hell is going on
Cut -- Is this camera even on?

I’ll never lust after another
Are we solitary
Or together
Beneath the surface
You accentuate my fear
Of failure
I seek medicine
You seek only despair
I seek comfort
But you’re never there
We are complacent
And that’s why
We never dare
To risk our selves
For love is rarely enough
Whenever a common language
Of trauma
Is the only thing
That two people may share

What's of importance is that we are recurring nightmares
Observing the relativity of nimble beings
Bouncing on our tummies
We are trumpets ordering the end of the hours
We are doubts that have no uncertainty left
We are sheltering regrets
Wet with heaviness and our own importance
We may be forgetting something but it's unclear
What memory is really for anyway
So we soar among the shores of libertine mosaics
Faking our aspirations so we don’t seem too unambitious
I'm ambivalent really to the sounds of your laughter
Captivating the captors of our harmonic excavations
We shave the faces of our leftover neighbors
We create masquerades that look like parades of paper mache
We are too fresh to stay awake all day
And let them drain our brains of orange flowers
While we are floundering in the fountains of our campaigns
To correct these collective imbalances

*** smoking leads to madness
i am an example
I can no longer tie my shoes
or keep my head on straight
I’ve become a cereal killer
and the perfect victims
are always welcome home for dinner

i believe in self reflection
yet am seeking something to keep me on target
the hours are cheap and never complete
until we have digested the depth of our sorrow
i’ll sing a song
for the children of the dawn
wearing flowers and bows
for gardens can grow in desolate spaces
and flowers can bloom despite your long faces
and i am a lion with canine precision
i am the darkness in the midst of mourning
sorrow is holy
words are worthy
under the impressive sky
i fly to the ethers
out from justice
the berries of hatred
secrete juice that is tainted
and stain our features with their unctuous secretions
did you waver
or did you savor
the fruits they forgot to give you
look for mediocrity in fields of melancholy
and grief strung on strings of bikini anarchy
a blessed nothingness
respect this drunkenness
relax and follow the sound into silence
have you once overcome violence with more anger
or is it smarter to whisper and release the need to be right
than to win a battle
that is taking over your consciousness

Divided numbers
Tell you their secrets
In the bedroom
We reduce the equations
Back to their roots
And blossom
Like the mountains
After the fires
Have passed through

I sweep the patriotic streets
In need of beauty and feeling
History has a way of dealing with people like us
That can be rough and kind of cruel
His story wavers like a lonely old man
Savoring a cup of coffee in the morning
Or some soup in the middle of the day
We pay attention to the attitudes of companionship
We find memories change course along the way
Our journey meanders but we are safe
To raise our voices in dismay
Whenever I feel we’ve gone astray
You slip your fingers into mine
And say, I'll see you in my dreams
Again someday

some come to serve all
the missing continents reveal their bodies
they arouse Great Spirit
like volcanoes announcing their roll call
i awake the storm of love
without my compass
i can't tell if we are off course
but who really knows anyway
if your desert walks and soul visions
are gesticulations as ubiquitous as dust
our minds and bodies align with memories
while cowards of sound  
hide themselves behind the echos
of cavernous hollows
heaven brought you to me
for beautiful kisses
so that salt and sulphur
would anchor our alchemical quicksilver
your studs and your mares
know nothing more
then to keep a few crumbs
wedged behind the cupboards
in case somebody lost themselves
along the road to the temple

accountants may tell you
that they allow the light to shine
through their tiny peepholes
yet in treacherous times
like lightning they swallow the sky whole
so your emotions can rent empty rooms
in their vacant hallways
feelings help guide you upon your journey into tomorrow
until you are able to penetrate
with bottomless compassion
and then part ways just before the hour fades
in rhythm with our future
and the Goddess (god-lioness)
says that the eye (of time) is within you

in such a short while
rebel eyes real eyes the relative lies in their relatives' eyes
like fireflies they dance upon the pavement
have you lifted the hem of your sky lately
and listened to the falling leaves
surrounding us in love

Thank God for darkness
Shallow water is a lifesaver
Bathtubs filled with vinegar
Hunting parties leave at dawn
They return with soda and cigarettes
And limitless regrets
Totalitarian regimes
Festering in your subconscious
I am allotted one apple per day
And dance on the way to your funeral
Look into the eyes of darkness

remix the frequencies until our ears bleed
we are chaotic beings
and fried rice is pliant
and beyond plain to eat
are we compliant with these new rules
or do you yield to fear
and bear your fruit
to anybody who asks you to

There are stars that we can never hide from
What we look upon shall see us as we are
What remains to be said
Is that the love in your head is blessed
And we have tried our best to find a nest
Despite the tides and strides of men
We are only half represented
By the songs of our fathers
And the names that we've made from them
Could only ever give you
Representations of our nakedness
So who's to blame you, certainly not I
If you choose to fade quite readily
Into nets of safety and obscurity, instead

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

We are bleeding in the eyes of our country
A mockery of justice is spread out like sand in the desert
Combed for their treasures
I made you a nest out of an old necklace
And bribed the guards of your eyes
To surprise you with your own face's resemblance
This gaze is only a phase of remembrance
As a vase is only a vice we cannot name
The victorious space remains conspicuous
As I yearn for more than I’ve learned to make do with
We display no kindness or failure to smile
For a blemish is no mere replacement for virtue
Upon dismantled mansions I have come to know you
Upon the shores of impermanence we danced a million failures
While I played games to remind myself that I was a fool
Only our abused lovers can ever claim to know the truth

Hungry eyes are torn from borrowed books
We look inside our minds and find emptiness on hooks
Gyrating lions drunk on mescal
Flex their muscles and sell me all your secrets
Handheld pliers long to pull your teeth
While we fall asleep in each other's bodies

I resolve to give up poetry
To release the need to feel or think
I resolve to heal and smile daily
I resolve to become real for you
I resolve to do anything you want me to
I am really evolving rapidly over here
I resolve to struggle
Like you taught me to, for long ago
We kissed and i resolved to tell you
That your resolve is a bunch of worthless B.S.
If you have no will or follow through