Don’t tell me lies
Or fly me to the moon
Don’t sell me potions
Or promise to visit soon
We are all accountable to our shadows
Loud as the dominating ones who made you
We are facing our own effacement
That’s nothing new
It seems the depth of my derangement
Is limitless in scope
We are all learning how to cope with ourselves
We shed our skins and begin the transformations
With elation and some dread
We are heading for the edges that we have never tread
I’m bleeding red and orange
And singing into your mouth
The stories of agape
And blooming flowers from the south

storms take you by surprise
catch you off guard
when your garden is dry
please water it
plants are tiny continents
whose minds feed your soul
inside resides the universe
destiny is dry
so undress the wet lawns
and grow tomatoes
in moonlight torn
the madness overtakes me
as does your honey scented silence
tunnels of diamond studded waterfalls
the salmon colored halls
realms of all the worlds
old owls sour like lemon drops
tease me with some colorful splashes of your voice
accordions are strung out children
pulled and pushed together
for whatever reason
they no longer can dance
rest upon tiny lily pads like frogs
without legs we leap in broken rhythms
sifting a pile of seeds larger than one’s body
i effect the water
as your daughter affectionately calls you forward
storms are stars
taking their vacation
instant agitation is elemental play
imply nothing with those eyes
the way you move is dynamite’s alibi

Defenses broken, my heart is beating fast
Cast off these shackles and let’s die with dignity
Situations suggest necromancy and magic
I call your bluff and you fade into a panic
Saddled with guilt you ride to the edge of a forest
A leaf falls softly and you hear it's message calling you
Breathe and all will follow
Your time will surely come
For it's written on the arrow
Cartilage tears and our joints are weakened
Bones are ground to dust before she awakens
Hatred is heresy so you juggle our legacy
We undress ourselves by the stream
And drink our fill of clean water
Along the road we become like monsters
Sons to our mothers and daughters to our fathers
Let’s pretend we are not lost
And follow the sun all the way through the desert
We are the actors and we are the audience
Birds sing all of our choruses
We need have no fear as we are safe here
There is a shadow above us
The clouds protect us and give us shelter
We are held in the embrace of love
Grief is strong along the roads of the nomads
We danced and fought to the best of our ability
But we are now older and more tired than before
We must make way for our children
To lead us towards the faithful fire of tomorrow
I conspire to write visions of virtuous rainbows
And take these prisoners home to their gardens and lovers

It's on our DNA encoded,
That we are, forever,
Beholden unto love.
For whenever we are falling
Its only love's grip that lifts us up.

Lots of words and maps are made from woven images
framed with our bones and tied with tendons as their ribbons

You are ecstasy banished from the self
Vanished from the world
And brandished as a sword
By children and poets who can't seem to help themselves

Maybe saline really is the solution to all our woes
The alkaline salinity in my nose
Helps me breathe and the blood reaches my toes
Salty and sweet the sun kisses your cheeks

Sometimes it feels like we are going somewhere
And sometimes I know that we're not

Sometimes it feels like we're heading somewhere
But most of the time i know that we're not

I Imagine Conversations Between Rimbaud and God...

Who are the cruel ones
And what have they done
Whatever will overtake you
In the end, Can only be called Love

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say

*it boils my bones and brings me to my knees
the throes of ecstasy shake me to the very core of my being
is this an allegory
or a bucket of sand exchanged for a sad story
or is it concrete
ready to become cemented against your skin
how fragile feelings are to begin with
its insidious really
how insipidly we deflect our shadow
get moving you finally screamed
but i could only laugh at your commands
for they held no more power
and all our fleeting moments fluttered like a rainstorm
love is never tired of giving its best

sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
to offer up their strength and make us capable
of feats of bravery so very savory
we pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
until one day you asked me if i was ready

our gifts were frozen by the stars
as shards of ice hit our hearts
cartons of milk tossed in dumpsters
where slums of homeless men and women
seek shelter in the ghettos
schedule a day off
those stray cats are always the boss
sort of determined to get lost
you try to set a good example and fall short
feet first we landed on our paws
happy to be safe at last
we converse with your mangy dogs
lying in the center of dusty crossroads
all our travails are necessary
shall we set sail on another journey
or stay put and reflect for a minute
once the word has grabbed you
it takes hold of your mind and soul
you can no longer let it go
and now you must serve it
for it has shaken you to your bones
why do we make tones of loneliness
while slow people escape the fragile daylight
shine your flashlight on the pages
and see what emerges from the ink of the sages

rivers spill into oceans take their soul with them and shine like diamonds
sign language and shadows reflecting strange arrows now is moonlight higher than the treetops i am dreaming of freeing you from demeaning glances and delivering deals sealed with kisses respect and madness return to sadness give your gladness forever in spiral serpents serving statistics situated between mistakes and self effacement

I composed you a thousand poems
And paraded naked in your mind
I wrote you a thousand verses
And uttered sublime warnings
Of how we are running out of time
Rotating like a record player
It seems the ignorant people are winning
Because they never stop to think
While the intelligent ones are dreaming
It seems they never get a chance to speak

It's serendipitous that the end is near
We are here for a moment and then we disappear
So stop being juvenile and gather up your gear
We are all in need of a solid flirtation
Or we will get lost in our careers
We frequently fear the endings
Much more than how things begin
So let's just listen to the rhythm
Until we find we know where we fit in

You are a diamond made from dirt, stars and time
I am an island made from music, song and rhyme

We are carbon copies made from lust, kisses, and poppies
Nature is a lyre strung from everything in sight

God is a voice seen, heard, and known at once
Goddess is a feeling that echoes three times in our blood

Trust is a poem that is best spoken, read, or heard
Love is an open book with nothing left to hide

I love the smell of coriander
And cardamom roasting in the morning
Coffee and cinnamon scattered on the floor
We share our laughter with the water
These plants are tender
As your fingers gather medicine
From the yard
We tie them up and bring back art
From its repository
We are sharpening our hearts like knives
And watering our minds
Gardens pop up everywhere she walks
Humble hearts make
Burning arcs throughout the sky

breathtaking radiance in heat
love is a blank canvas
torn into one hundred pieces
purpose is our oldest prankster
playing tricks upon all our seeds
destination always wanders
so we spread our wings
out towards the east
breakfast is a tale of talons
claws and arrows
that never truly ceases  
to subdue the inner beast

You beg the holy beggars;
To protect you, as you smudge with sage and feathers,
And pray that they’ll select you,
For the Shaman of the Year award.

Or perhaps you'll finally be nominated;
For a spiritual Grammy, or a proper Oscar.
Not that you'd even notice, of course,
Because your ego was transcended,
Such a long time ago, in that sacred age of copper;
Oh rather, how confounded, memory can be;
For upon your word, you now recall it all too well,
It was certainly, ah yes, such a silly mistake, you see;
There could be no question about it, an age of gold, indeed.

what progress
not a chance that any of this is moving forward
only inward
like a mobius strip
we ignite ourselves
birthed from fire we return to our destination
surviving the rise and fall of nations and empires
i am surface tension
i am existence
you are welcome to inquire
or perspire upon the flaming mantle
or is it just a mere candle dancing its flame to a higher music
what if we were nothing
perhaps then we could undress our flames
and examine the totality of our shame

A fallen tree speaks in moans
Drowning in tears her eyes cannot see
Her hearing is tangled in the juniper and sage
Her mouth is a violin’s inner space
A facade of platitudes swell within you
Just as the grandiose defends you
Lungs full of residue and smoke
As we make our romance into
Something that vaguely resembles
Both a poem and a history lesson

Perhaps it's still too early
To truly equate mind with nature
And feature future human beings
As among our fellow creatures
Who need comfort and food
Security and relationships
Magic is balanced with meaning
And measure is often a false construct
That is spun like strands of thread
Often against our own better judgement
Balancing on the edges of our beds
And sometimes on our own two shoulders
Why can’t we unfold our bodies
And spread our wings like birds
Across the skies of our abstractions
Spirit is always still meaningful
Lingering in breaths and butterflies
We surprise the sunset with our memories
And make shy attempts at smiling

If you’ve never tasted what it's like
Then you won’t know what to expect
Until it happens again and again
So we protect our talents
Like we defend our beds
As if we are strangers taking strange advice
And turning ourselves into anthills and mice
Miscellaneous meanings are never opinions
So go on seeking your own wisdom
From tonight until tomorrow
We may find an ending to our cries
But the crisis of our lies will remain despite
The fact that we already know deep inside
That none of us can ever arrive here twice

make love
for our soldiers
for our boiling oceans
for our pastors
and our servants
we were sent away again
we escaped the wasted waters
these treatment facilities best be clean
never again say what you mean
just mean what you say
kaleidoscopes stay in your mind
pineal glands shine
i weep for the blind
hunger of mankind’s dementia
in suspenseful weather
sweaters are held tight
bound to our spines
are you cold
then here is my scarf
you are old enough to know better
what is the way to keep dogs at bay
stay a slave to the starving eyes of may
to allay your fears
stay clear of nuthouses
damp and cold are the mountains
we climb to the top
spirals or not
these spires of thorns
were here before you were born
if i could climb these ropes
i'd ******* hooks and cinch the cords
that would keep us on top
let's never stop climbing
how simple it is to make a sacrifice with words
i forgot that we were once heard by the angels
now i remember yesterday's remnants
of texts that were torn and wrinkled
like severed heads from broken necks
with wrists cut and bloodied

Are we rainbows
Drawn by delicate fingers
Are we rubies forged in a volcano
Are we diamonds blind as a tornado
Are we sirens
Or are we symphonies
Sung underneath the sea
You are a part of everything
You are a part of me
In watermelon kisses and ocean breeze
I hear you moaning
Whistling through the trees
I see your vision and taste your forbidden flavor
I am bound to find you if I look long enough
All of our fears are poor company indeed
So i say sweet dreams and need to take a shower

paper trails make haste
as dancers move in place
our love is the frame we make
of fragile shapes entitled space

how sweet it is to be lost
and tossed in the river
one hand takes the place of another
in a struggle to breathe
we are free to deceive ourselves
and for once take our own
side in the battle

space is love
frozen in the dawn
timeless waves of wonder
form within the aura of the Sun
we run into rainbows and bend light
every star is a garden of fire
suspended in the ethers
we sing our songs
and salute the morning
love is undeniable like a forest
it grows and blossoms
it is the same yet different
everyday i must read and write
for the hours of my life
are spent in your presence
i am the essence of the one
gone is the hunger and the hatred
prosperity flows like a waterfall
shadows disappear
the minute daylight is here
fear is washed away
and i am swept up
in the wake of your embrace

in divine timing the earth
disrobes her fantasies
her sycophantic tendencies
atrocities amassed in neglected warehouses
sounds of broken plants
standing against fences for time’s immanence
we withstand lightning and silence
so many opportunities to choose love over violence
smile at miles of concrete jungles
strung out like fires against the nightfall
streams run clean and dream of starting over
new beginnings demand our attention
like steam rising from the volcano’s edge
lips of ire kiss the sky and turn your eyes to rubies
emeralds and diamonds strewn about the carpet
have we ever even noticed them
slender like a fox
these shadows are our hearts
surrender to the bells
that shower our minds with ringing kisses

you are the generative one
the seed of infinite aspiration
palaces are built in your honor
patterns of movement and measure
can never upstage your immobile empire
your nobility is inherited
its inherent in the smallest flower
its a form of dynamic retribution
for simply becoming conscious
is never really all that easy
so breathe and surround yourself
with memories of meteoric impermanance
the tragedy of seeking in your reflection
a relief from all this suffering
is symbiotically all-perceiving
that life is neither necrotic nor entropic
as every cell is erotically pulsing
and longing for its opposite
until it fully gives itself to love

There is no need to agree with me
I see your love being used sparingly, as it is
We already share the same tree of life
And fuel is only as bright as the ultimate, really
We come from hundreds of angels wrestling
Welcoming the shared commodity of love
Back into our shattered skylines and economies
Consternation was constructed from dust
So we encrusted rubies and revolved on our butts
I trusted you to crush me correctly
Instead you became funny
And money fell from your fingertips
Now we bring humor to the dying
In lingering dreams of the aristocracy
Among the other moondancers
We alone fancy a rush of nothingness
When less than a decade ago
We could still find lookouts for our shadows
I resume the music as fumes drip vaporous
And campaigns to elect our democratic fathers
Are merely shambles of something
That once enraged us but now just ramble on forever
Until we can't wait to end all this target practice
But we are still mere artifacts of human hammering
Instantly building our secret languages
Where we will speak nothing but tired gibberish
To a enlightened community of solipsistic symbolists

We speak in riddles
With rhythms so ancient
You can’t tell where it begins
Or if it will it ever end
You wonder wisely
If perhaps this is where
It all starts over again
Perpetually reoccurring
Like dreams and nightmares
Or perhaps you might get lucky
Though it's highly unlikely
Unless you are a descendant
Of amorous deserts
And lonely riverbeds
So now we take our siestas
In the oasis of the heart
In a garden of short skirts
And even shorter circuitry
We perfected our learning
Yet even in our hurting
Hundreds of huddled soldiers
With tightly folded souls
And bullets embedded
In disincorporated bodies
Must tirelessly move onward
For you to grieve the leaves
Of yesterday’s disadvantaged

Mistakes made freely
Given as holy offerings
To the Goddess of Creativity

I suspect you already know this
but i’ll mention it anyway
I still long for you every day
I sneak into your dreams and speak poetry
like a winged owl, i fly
beyond reason and touch the sky of longing
gone are our shadows
lost are our fears
all that remains are tears
and magic
which are here only for a second
until they too must disappear

The stars in your eyes looked dry today,
and I wonder if you've watered them lately?

Surrounded by insanity we wander idly by
On islands of discovery we try to catch flies
Distances decline as we move beyond our minds
And find ourselves better off
Without the gadgets most people buy

Scheherazade swims in streams
Of unending disappointment
Her narrative slips from her hands
Like water through a broken bucket
Punctured promises release their longing
I am but an old story waiting to be told
But in the end there is a rhythm
That every child born of a mother
Already knows too well

your arching body holds me in captivity
i am hungry for the thrashing you visited upon the angels
swiftly forming your mouth into song
i hear the words that we’ve known all along
the noose is strung around that branch
for now is the time to leap into the dance
and invoke a renaissance of laughter
the young bride discovers her sexuality is fluid
fertile like those beautiful gardens
hung like skyscrapers
among twisting tunnels of burning paper

ugly
beautiful
sort of messy
welcome to my world

grief is a form of madness
that only some are worthy of.

now i know the difference
between the darkness and the light
as featureless women
become a formless sea
of instant gratification
is this the medicine i seek
these trials and tribulations
are tripping me up
every which way i reach
i feel you after me
never quite on time
we always run behind

i am dancing in flaming spirals
a feather high up in a tree
i am a shepherd and i am a chief
i am the river, the mountain and the sea
life gets hectic and full of noise
in the confusion we reach out for toys
to anchor us to reality
yet it never works
these childish games remain shallow
and keep us narrowly awake
barely alive
what a dismal dive
into lakes of cold liquid
refreshed by the water and the ice
our humanity survives

i love singing
and playing guitar
every day for an hour or two
i meditate and release my heart
in the rhythm of our future
the past is never far behind
i am positive we will be just fine
as music soothes savages
it also refines our minds
and gives us our carriages
so that we can fly
i am forever grateful
to that universal architect
who so capably designed
all of these amazing rides
whose daily blueprints are engraven
in the inky darkness betwixt the stars

Life is lived in our hearts not in the sky
It's a taboo to move and dream too easily
For the youth are doomed to know beauty
And grooms are too full of duty and betrayal
While we were hiding among our friends
Divers of the deepest oceans must slowly ascend
Until a mantle of fault is placed upon their heads
And what comes next is nobody else’s business

Some philosophers assume, that
Life is just a shallow shell of heaven
Encasing a subterranean deviled egg

This leads me to inevitably conclude
That mayonnaise, vinegar and mustard
Must be God's idea of culinary abuse

Politics is a five hundred million dollar engagement ring
That can only be bought after you’re thirty five

you are the fruit of the sky
you bring me to bliss
i am a wanderer on your fertile plains
soak me in your sunlight
bathe me in your splendor
i surrender everything

the butter thief plays his flute in my heart
i sing his praises
all sound comes from silence
in the divide between mind and space
all our desires shake and tremble

blinded by love
goddess knows the hours of absence
are the tenderest among men and women
hours and days pass in the swiftest fashion
how about we lay beside the river and watch time drift away
the spray of the waves catches fire
i am consumed in sparkling destruction

devious and deceitful
longing for your flesh
this lust is luminous as the dawns
cows trickle out from the heavens
like thunder i am swept away by your words
selves are silent
swords are blinding
gardens of perfumed flowers
jasmine and patchouli
crash like the ****** of cattle

move out from your caves
gallop away into the dark night of borrowed vision
move away from your homes
and dance circles in the forest
i am breathing
i am seeing
i am sweetly drowning
in soma

Beware the cavity of depravity
Most people my age got lost in the game of parenting
Elemental wisdom
Or a sentimental prison
You've replicated yourself innumerable times
And still your nature is love
Did you ever wonder
what your lives might have been like
If you had more often gone within
You have to let me go to let me stay
She said, I'm a reality ******
But it's been a rough couple of days
Life in paradise or life imprisonment
You never really know if its in the flow
Until you have to let it go
So what is this curse that says comfort must always come first
I shall not abdicate my throne to anyone
The vision of the voiceless is my kingdom
We bide our time and strive for sanity
As all forms fade and our encounters hibernate
What impacts an emperor
What impacts an empire
Its all within my reach
This compulsion to teach
To create art
That comes from the depths of our hearts

Did you take your medicine today?
She said, You are my medicine.
I replied, Then take me already

the wind and mind flavored
by extraterrestrial wanderings
i crave the six tastes
especially salty, sour and sweet
as a water buffalo ambles down the street
catharsis in somnambulant heat
sweat and catheters dripping at our feet
the precipitous welcoming party
where chaos and compassion meet
in the etheric theater and compare notes
about a performance some dare to call real life
upon ubiquitous streets
covered in grief, street food and ***** soil
that might someday be the only things left for us to eat

we can never get enough of
what we don’t have or what we truly need
so bleed on me and let it run down my face
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form around the edges of our skin
the furniture is limitless
still i am in bliss from your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn
and became the warmth that turns ice to water
and makes our feet defrost
i am the coast of your soul
the feeling of being whole
like well-water i am old and deep
and still will i choose to flow
keeping my light in sync with the rhythm of the cosmos
all the commotion is stillborn
torn and triumphant i am emerging
as the diurnal nothingness
bursting through your walls and stalls
the halls of our cavernous depths
the respect we must lack
in order to keep our attractions intact
aspects of our ****** suffering
unleashed upon your houses

the mind has no limits
it slips beyond all your theories
there is no magical hypothesis
that can contain your thesis or antithesis
all of our stories are limitless prisms
engaged to refract the light
but photons do not dance for just one party
they are infinite slivers of eternal consciousness
biologically inclined to dine upon your reason
all our satiated afterthoughts
are but the decadent crumbs leftover
from another lunchtime philosophy session
time to clean the dishes of your mind
and find the china that sparkles
beyond your wildest imagination
insight and clarity, the luminous perspicacity
to really see anything clearly
i adore you but if you choose ignorance
i will have to head for the hills
like a lonely gambler in a movie
forms are poems left in stone
and our setting souls know no remorse
yet still i moan and count the colors of you laughter

We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.

the galaxy awaits for you to return
its your true home
so come explore the edges of infinity
ride in a space ship
and birth a new horizon
you try to find your limits
but its impossible
the mind can imagine anything
even tiny little dragons
we are infinite beings
with little that we agree upon
there is a road trip happening
right now from here to mars
so will you join us
it will do you no harm
to strum the anthem once again
and relate to the unimaginable
symbols borrow meaning  
from unconscious bits and pieces
of your dreaming
swim in a sea of neptune’s water
become immortal
salt and silver sparkle in the ring of fire
combine thirst with hunger
sublime is our wonder
stutter and strum
as grumpy people mumble
muttering along
it doesn’t matter how strong you are
i wont conform or measure myself
against any perceived enemy
send me on another mission
and if i fail than with your permission
i will gladly self-destruct

In the morning we find our manners
And get out on the road
With little more than a cup of coffee
We truly can not afford to behold a bunch
Of flowers, nor to read these sordid letters
Until after lunch, when our itineraries are done
You come pry my eyes open with your fingers
And lift the curtains of my heart, in the evening
The stars are shining in wakeful tyranny
Defying everything I’ve wanted to become