what remains is magnificent
liberation is simplicity
infinitely refracted
and luminous
survival is imminent
dominion of the elements
mastering our domain
and knowing our own identity
as often as the rain falls to earth
we must frequently reaffirm our self-worth
celebrate our existence
in silence and in kisses
symbols abound
that ground our existence
allow us to move upon the ethereal waters
feel me here
in love’s embrace
satiated as space
is holding us together

i am a phonographic record
and you are the ears that hear me
i cant compare my music
to malignant mammographies
and the phantasmagoria of cash
or to hash-browns and flapjacks
or to a purple field drowning in wisteria
yes, i am hysterical too
like elderberry syrup and cough drops
popping like its hot
so we japa till we drop, it all
yes, everything
so give it a chance
see your face in the reflection
of a pool of moonlight
a **** bather
a fool at the equator
equates to nothing
so i undress my unctuousness
a congruent confluence
like blood on an apartment building wall
a pox in your cereal boxes
flu shots and mandatory vaccinations
without informed consent
we are experiencing a loss of the immaterial
if we pamper ourselves with distraction
we attract the repulsive side of thy will

selflessly selfish selfies or selfishly selfless selfies or sally selling salty-fishy shell-fish shellies shellfishly by the seashore?

For I am only a coriander seed
Would it be appropriate of me
To believe contradictorily
That what is appropriate
Appropriation must agree
If after all a waterfall falls
And the sound resounds
Until it's still, echoing
Within and all around me

when everything crumbles
iʼll be there for you
sharing in this care for you
with a heart big enough for two
i love you
swimming in your bathtub
soaking in your bubbly heart
first iʼll light a candle
then iʼll write a poem
all lives are holy
and all faiths are worthy
i sense your resistance
so let me offer you a kiss
for this impermanence is magic
fractally didactic
insatiably attractive
dedicate your life to god
forever in the now
remove the appetite for ego
speak only when its necessary
exceptions are accessories
and iʼm so glad that
you're seated next to me

Apollonian vs Dionysian virtues
imperfect forms storm the acropolis
in temple halls the dreamers wept
for the old gods to bend
their icy paws once again
saws cut through the logos
in lieu of cedarwood we got cement
now only short stints of sunlight
descend from the heavens
and the gods pretend not to notice them
but i'd like to take you on a trip
through my thoughts
and around my mind
between my skin and my spine
and define words and feelings
archetypes, images and concepts
that have barely begun to surface
to the light i rise again
beyond sighs and fears we fight
for our right to awaken them

A constant state of pain
Doesn't deserve to cover up your sanity
What was made was made
Yet please don’t give in to apathy

I am dancing through the worlds
entangled by your curls
technology, commerce and religion
labor, agriculture and entertainment
what a way to grow and learn
our hearts are bigger than our homes
sweet waters and violet thrones
our shadows taller than our souls
have you heard the echoes
of owls in the forests
the queen of the jungle
her eyelids are painted black
swollen in their act
of becoming images
forever bitten by candy striped gardenias
soldering irons are hotter than the sun
your darkness is something to outrun
keep chasing images and you’ll go blind
the time is now to rest and unwind
green trees bring traveling companions
to their knees
i believe in my soul
wholeheartedly
i follow my impulse
a tragedy of enlightenment
shadows of retirement
infinite abyss
harboring the mystic
out of time and space
i run from mind and place
look behind you
are you aware of reality
the tiny details
the cracks in the pavement
bearing fruit
can you see the way
the earth was constructed by language
bringer of humanity's knowledge
your presence caresses me like a feather
i am tingling all over
your presence caresses me like a feather
i desire to come closer to your body
take me inside you like the fire
i smile when i think of you
the way you lay beside me
and curl your body like a tiger
and purr with your whole being
i am a slave to thy nectar
the theater of life is chasing us
respectfully keeping pace with our elders
asparagus racemosus also known as shatavari
combined with ashwagandha
this good medicine is elderberry
sweet and pungent for your blood
moist and unctuous to the touch
i will hold on to your hair
pour butter through you bare toes
strain your heart with melodies
eternally naked
i swear by your shadow

Jungles of nakedness
Grow into entangled gardens
You make it appear really easy
Yet in someone else's definition of reality
It's actually quite dangerous
Let alone difficult and terrifying
Still there’s nothing out of the ordinary
Just more of my oneiric meandering
You see its a bit like gambling on love
We say we trust the unconscious
But not enough to let it lead us there entirely
So instead we treat ourselves
To anything but the taste of our own sorrow

in the wake of beatitude
the dalliance of a lover scorned
your thorns and your thimbles
all are wild and necessary
in the meantime i run and dance
upon the headless waters
jolts of electricity in feverish spurts
hit the earth and spray our shirts with blood
splattered like honey comb
a smorgasbord of tragedy and unclean similarities
your self-same regulars
threatening daily to outdo you

letting go of mind and body
out of this dichotomy a world of flowers blooming
forever is in the choosing
to see the water’s beauty from inside our hidden towers
thousands of broken flowers
threatening to reveal the truth that we are returning
to the burning days spent singing in old cathedrals
streaking naked in the woods
dreaming upright streams of cottonwood
treetop dancers stand upon the crashing boughs
deepen their stance and make flashing elbows
your feathers are wet as yesterday’s snow is melting
how many years till the pelting of the sun with arrows and stones
commences to cover up our coats
of fur, tooth, breath and bone with armor
your faith is cheap so you repeat the weakness of the elderberry
your syrup stealthily dripping, stripping, ripping
a wealthy dreamer hungry for the sun-dried lobotomies of love
the watershed depends on nothing yet it remains
ugly and unsteady and ready to drop you without warning
love is deeper than still water
it is all about alabaster and descending melodies
the viola serves his daughter’s laughter
in symphony’s ancient slumber
projecting this imperfect world as a boy masters his box of toys
stepping out into the abyss like gargoyles on the corners of rooftops
i stop and wonder how we plundered so much of the universe
despite the treasures that were never uncovered
did we misplace our souls in the bargain
in stolen mansions deep within the forest
stallions cast shadows on straw covered blankets
asleep in thyme’s meditation
i deliver the delicate feathers of the mother
to swarms of stormy eyed children drifting in meadows
forests of wildflowers matching our emotional temperament
again we separate the wheat and the chaff  
the oat and the staff of ancient Syria
stood tall and bowed before
all the youthful interpreters
foregoing is ambitions cursed gesture

she waves her hands like flags
her heart thumps
and skips a beat in her chest
impressed by what she’s seen
she can only dream of a time
when she could come clean
her voice trembles and her spine reels
she turns inwards and her lip shakes a little
it stings
she’s not sure what makes her feel this way
is it the space
or the days
gone to gather wildflowers in the sun
she undresses her best smile
from time immemorial she has spun
the threads of cotton that became her fame
her main job was to pray
for the men and women
who came each day to visit her

Love is a daughter to kindness.

Lessons of laughter
Lifetimes of giving
Sing for the spring
People are dancing

Why explain anything?

Are you excited to embark on your journeys?
To lands of honey with volcanoes and cigarettes.
Monks are meditating in your closet.
Behind closed doors you wear eyeliner and long stockings.
While wild foxes are chasing after your soul.

flight of a bird into the depth of the night
shutters part and our eyes make contact
through the partition of glass
have you kept up your appearances
if we let our eyes meet
will our inner children no longer need us
you are an example of the winter’s dismissal
i am wild and governed by time
lines on your face smile at me naively
lift up your skirt and i will make haste
fasting in the morning
our lives are intertwined
like the handle of your brush and the seat of your chair
what's awakened in your heart these days
will you show me
the light you’ve hidden
winter is coming
i am your friend
give me the reason to expect your blessings
i interpret the existence of our dreams
sediments are not what they seem
sweet dreams my love
if we are held in
forests
forever breaking free
tender threads of comfort
will be happening
her eyes
are joined to the fireplace
strands of hair grip the night’s sky
linger for a second and are once again free
paper trails make haste as dancers move in place
our love is the frame we make
the cochlea is awakened
by the sounds of our breathing
if we suspend our hearts
will we break them
if we are undertakers
will we awaken in their arms
gardens abound of the sounds we savor
the flavors of yesterday still lingers
between us i have an armful of flowers
and the landscape is so captivating
even as our world capsizes into nothing

In organic
Organisms
Aka bony
Vertebrates
Inter-*****
Interactions
Including
Osteocalcin
A­nd not
Adrenaline
Is ostensibly
Responsible
For fight
Or flight
Reactions

within every fiber
you dwell inside of me
the sound of the rain drumming wildly
i am tired or maybe I’m just idle
wishing that you’d return
sorceress of the continents
healer to courtesans and royalty
i seek your comfort and your company
single hands build tiny nests
awareness relies on itself for its totality
the blessed hands that spin our clothes
hold our shadows in their souls
and keep the world in balance
if you knew you’d cry
or at least break down and sigh
and let out the anger you’ve buried deep inside
i am trying to reach you
all our channels are crossed
and i cant seem to teach you
that we are all off course
you can see what happens
to the obsequious sycophants
who deny the holy company
the absurdity of our complications
have got me quite frustrated
why do we not ponder our salvation
or seek to better our situation and circumstances
there is no lack of reprimands
or mandates to demonstrate our activism

blinded by sunlight
in touch with nighttime’s wisdom
if you feel it then let it rock you
until you are broken open
by the melody so haunting
like ghosts in the afternoon
upon the banks of that lonely river
i swim for miles
and reach the shore by your house
if you are home
you never let me know it
still i walk the shoreline
and seek the peace of invisibility
as the hunting of the gulls
transforms my tiredness
into liberation
our situation is comical
shrouded in mystery
the evidence lingers upon our skin
we are guilty of the crimes of love
keeper of the drum’s heartbeat
imperceptible and clean as a whistling ******
sleep over my house tonight
and run your fingers through my hair
beauty doesn’t dare respect your boundaries
she transgresses the whole set of rules
and purposefully rubs your face in her superiority
i am bundled like a pile of logs
ready for the fireplace
green as the waves
if you wish to complain go somewhere else
you say there are no more unicorns
but i saw one yesterday
for real or was it a dream
its hard to tell these days
the blending of the firmament
keeps us in our respective cages
as the stages of meditation
state that its a liability
to attempt to know too much
so i avoid responsibility
and you avoid my touch
we can never get enough
of what we don't have
or what we don't need
so bleed on me now
and let it run down my legs
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form
around the edges of our skin
this furniture is limitless
and still i am in bliss within your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn and became the warmth
that dared turned ice to water
and melted the frozen thorns of winter

who benefits from keeping
our lakes and oceans polluted
who is to be blamed for this intrusive nightmare
i am clean and ready to swim in your water
yet many are drowning in the fish bowls they live in
where are our minds and hearts these days
why do we run away instead of sit and pray
who is responsible for these atrocities
why must we pay for others to take care of us

please shut the fence and take a hike
and do not return without a bicycle
i wish to ride off into the sunset
literally on a water buffalo or a dragon
these lions are friendly and sun-light is handy
for most of our energy needs
i pride myself on being ready for anything
so shut the front door and leave through the back
and we better get ready cause they are bound to attack
you say you're not paranoid, that you're intelligent
though sometimes i'm unclear of the difference
we remove our folded souls from the clothesline
and dream about the crossroads that takes us back home
jokes are pointless here and tools are worthless too
for only fools hang from ropes in such high altitude

Former lovers and undercover brothers
Sometimes a great notion
Must stand on it's own two feet
Morning now comes without a ceremony
Sometime before the day’s end, you greet me
Hours of intimacy while you are still awakening
We are particles of permanent perplexity
Amidst perceptive prisons
We shift in and out of our insanity

So much for the way you like it
So much for the way that comes easiest
So much for the voice that says you are not clever
So much for the sound that has no meaning or measure

We are so much more
Than so many people like to think
We are so much more
Than the end of another work-week
We are so much more
Than our meager memories want us to believe
And so much more
Than the thunder underneath

We are so much more
Than the loneliest winters
We are so much more
Than the speakers we destroy
We are so much more
Than the fragilest fingers
We are so much more than
The harmony of the spheres
Which brings us to our knees a million times over
In order to speak to seeds
That usually disappear without a whisper

The dynamic masculine sits on a dragon
And gets thrown a thousand times a week
We are all suspicious of our inner warriors
For more than once we have felt them pierce
Our fleshy shields and compassion breaks down
Upon the roughest edges of our Shadow

thank you for finding me worthy
i’m a turret on your castle
i add firmness to your mattress
and a blessing on your crown
are we drowning in beauty
they cannot define what i am after
its all about living from the heart
the spineless children of our vision
deny imprisonment
how did we lose our way
what struggles have we faced
what virtues gained
have we lost our reason
or seen a higher way
are we collapsing
or just fading into our reality
like camouflage
we blend in
to the apparent background
like scenery and landscapes
party boats and isotopes
hand me some rope
the ****** tragedy
of landslides and eyeliner
finders keepers
women-haters
seek the immovable source
the connection point
upon which space and time are lost
lest we be accused of running on empty
lunging at the dawn with spears
for we are neither here nor there
who will keep me company
when i am alarmed but not amused
the reckless attitudes
mentally tired of being used
without reward
and if you get ******* enough
then there might be some truth
in whatever it is you are about to do

Many have fallen
By the wayside
Of your eyes
I see darkness
In the densest of clouds
Passing overhead
Dreaming hungrily
For your lips
To smile at me
Just a single time

enraged by our shadows
you enter the world silently
and turn these thoughts into gold
forms are empty like feathers
dancing in the fields and snow
go and plant your lilies children
and i will feed you apples
with pancakes and porridge
a life without worry can't be promised
but so many of our problems
come from addictions to our woes

Bless her hands which hold no evil
Bless her eyes which see the truth
Bless her ears which have heard of all your failures
And bless her heart which has no use for them tonight

The shelf life of infinity is exponentially longer than its expiration date.

wonder bred of the djed-eye

(the resurrection and the miracle of the loaves and fishes explained briefly)

Jesus said, "Whoa! She burned a hole in uncertainty."
Mary replied, "The shelf life of a loaf of infinity, is exponentially longer than its expiration date."
Jesus said, "Amen, fishes!"

Seeing them
Lke that
One couldn't
Help but wonder
If they hadn't
Already
Had their fill
Of wonder
For the day

i wonder where you are
making rainbows meet the stars
are you underneath the ground
or are you sitting on a cloud
what is the starting point of your smile
are you the operator of our hearts
are we destined to sweat awhile
are we unpolished stones or unfinished stories
are we gardeners cast out from our homes
are we sunlight splintered through a bone
are we music or are we moans
do we come from angels
or did we descend from the trees
why do we touch the pavement
and will we eventually eradicate the bees
are we a lesson or are we a test
are we noise or are we elegance
are we impostors of the ones who came before
are we sure we were wanted
when we initially walked through that door
are we really human
or are we merely servants
who knew nothing more
then to keep a few crumbs
wedged behind the cupboards
in case we got hungry or lost

my desire is my fear
at the isthmus of greed
a pinnacle of disappointment
i fall upon my knees
the apex is high
but the fall is eternal
when we never really
learn how to speak

so many sisters swim in uncertainty
so many dreamers drift through time
i am buying my own eternity
on the wings of love i’ll fly

green pastures
breaking free
of perpetual disagreements
in syllables we speak
pieces of our souls meet
and fight for peace

i am feeling scared
that I am unprepared
for the fleeting heat
that meets the eye
upon rising high

swords of steel heal the shields
that meet their blows
show me the longing you hold
close to your heart
lift the fur covers
and select your shirt
from amongst the hurt
and broken parts of yesterday

i started naming things
seeking meaning
in their attributes
stripped of luminous qualities
our hearts are misused
injured by time
inured to the mind
fire is blind
yet hungry
so much money
it takes time to spend it

at the gates
of the temple
at the race track
or the airport
at the gate of a new day
at the dawning of time
my love won’t slip away

i’m afraid of naming things
let's call it symbolic frustration
dizzy spells and *******
silent emancipation
insubstantial and elusive maybe
but never ordinary

that subtle sensation of intoxication upon awakening
that leaves me wondering if this is bliss or misery

Poems boiling
Inside vast cauldrons
Of space and time
Tethered to forms
And feelings
We are getting ready
For our healing
Hands are bound
To supple bodies
Loud as laughter
It echos above
And beyond
The night sky
We are triumphant mountains
Pounding tirelessly
On our stomping grounds
And telling stories
Of our ancestors
Birthing fiery dragons
Are we merely
Semi-articulate monkeys
Desperately climbing
Towards the tender treetops
Of imperceptible self-realization
Patiently awaiting
These situations
To change
For the better some day
Its eventually inevitable
What a lesson
These impressive
Digressions
And diversions
Distracting me unequivocally
Still I apologize
For all these unnecessary formalities
We are abstract beings
Often too quick to eradicate anomalies
And aliens were bad for business
So long ago we decided
To swim in our visions instead
Witnessing children
Being punished
For abruptly speaking
Truthful wisdom
We are innocent
And sedated
Medicated with hesitation
And frustrated desires
We are shirtless statues
Manifesting virtuous actions
Yet still saddled with guilt
And vituperative resilience
Tears and laughter fill the skies
Mindful of our highest desire
We share these sheets
Of Egyptian paper
Within the fiery chambers
You chase angels
And make shadows dance
Until there is no more
Room for roman candles
To burn lonely and triumphant
Upon the Colosseum
Of our bedroom floor

when there is nothing else to do i write
when all the six tastes become one
when the idea of fun loses its meaning
when distraction has no longer won the game against awareness
when every day becomes the same essence

I write:
I write because i am alive
and because i wish to know the empty nature of the mind
i write because life is a story
and i am slowly becoming aware of the plot
i write because the characters are meaningful to me
i write because i am empty of conceptual authority
i write because of the phenomenology of awareness
i write because life is not separate from me

I write because lies and truth often appear the same
if we understand virtue
if we comprehend merit
if we seek enlightenment
then we must share it

it may be blasphemous
it may be unpopular
it may be delicate
it may be oracular

i'll write it anyway

Be a permanent marker. Step on the stones that you once avoided. Boiling water is now an official form of medicine. And I'll pretend that we've never met before. So that one day we may dance again and make love in more than a thousand sentences.

Its becoming clear that art arises from images produced in the soul...

Does one need to live a full and integrated life to be able to transmit these images? To give them a life of their own. What power does the true artist wield if they can create a world from their soul? If those who are guided by the mind seek to instruct and guide others, an artist can only let himself be guided. An artist is receptive to such forces and its only in his creativity that he can be active and controlling. He can manipulate and make various forces work together. He can even change the immutable laws of nature at his will or upon his command.

The mind is a servant too. It serves the divine idea. Its language is concepts and formulas. Abstractions and logic. It lives in the realm of ideas. The artist visits these realms for mere seconds and is overwhelmed by the heaviness of the rules that lie in these domains. He feels them to be oppressive and wishes to break free of the restrictions imposed by the mind. He wants to roam and explore his imagination, unencumbered by figures or facts. He is a vagrant or a wayfarer.

Words are like scalpels, for they can dissect you. Words are like a prism where everything is refracted into a million different colors.
I am humbled by the variety of functions, by the versatility of phrases and questions to reveal and shade our imagination.

I am learning to use words like an artist. I am starting to see that they are capable of being arranged in ways that reveal the essence of time and space. They can describe a face or linger upon an object in a way that suggests either eternity or just a moment. With words i can trace your smile across the pages of my desire.

stores of goods rest upon our shelves
we make stones and place them in our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first i will accept

stores of goods and stories of the gods
rest heavily upon our shelves
we made stones from the heavens
and placed them underneath our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first
know that i will gratefully accept

Take your time tying them up
I have no need to redefine my faults
You retreat into habitual habitats
To rest in the attics of your mind
Mountains of meaning are piling up
But we can never climb them
Before the sun comes up
Love is a rusted out door frame
All our lies and games are meaningless
If you'll say that you love me
Just the same as yesterday

i contemplate the fate of eternity
i exist therefore i am
i see god
in the slightest flower
in the meadow we removed our clothes
and i resisted your interrogation
sit back and let love enter the station
join hands and realize the grandness
of all this amazement
you demand equal rites and wages
but first you must face the stage
of entitlement and grandiosity
with eyes wide open
you write poems that quickly fade
like flames in yesterday's basement

like sacred clowns we fell down
in the cold of yesterday's fingerprints
and laughed at ourselves
have we finished eating those memories
i see you are once again resting
upon your established positions
gone are the rivers and the givers
so forever we will shiver  
while laughing at ourselves
are we finished with these watered down drinks
or do we sink to the bottom of the stream
like watered down drunks
we punched the edges of our seams
and demanded attention from your daughters
control your ambitions
and you may not get slaughtered
or perhaps you will anyway
for no one is safe in this hay pile
like needles we must wrestle with our own edges
and demand that the entrails be read
form is a figment of the imagination
and your eyes have the pigment
that i have always yearned for
please return the urns
that you’ve borrowed from those owls
whose looms are purposefully empty
like rooms without a view
you’ve burned plenty of carpets
and i'm surprised how it still amazes me
when money is shed like fleas from your armpits

When love calls you
You complain
Strained and straight to bed
We forget the end
It's a random affair
We often end up in
If you lend me your mouth
I’ll keep it close at hand
And if you’re ever down south
I’ll show you the promised land
Your heart is the church
I alone worship in the sand
Your eyes are worth
A thousand emeralds
Gold and silver bracelets and bangles
Held up against your makeup
We can no longer fake it
So we take it home
With us instead

I can smell your attitude
It reeks of entitlement
And a tad of intolerance
Are you saying that I'm no good
Because if that's the case
I'm definitely over you
You liked to waste my time
Though I never denied you
My friendship or my company
Her alibi was desperate
But she really tried to hide it
It’s painful to die
But there are times
When it's more painful to live
So what’s the point in giving in
If we are already taking more
Then we had bargained for
The stakes are as high as a mountain
Yet you are young
And think that the earth
Is just like any old apartment

young eyes and young hearts are opening
forming bridges and questioning
gifts are everywhere that you look
the face of god is your own face
the sight of angels is filled with grace
umpires call the shots from their tree houses
while entire empires have fallen
faster than those very same tree tops

we never did an ounce
of hard work in our life
too distracted by television
we remain infinitely mutable
all our decisions so flexible
come quick and watch us change the channels
so many other signals we could respond too
for you are from another galaxy
and all my inhibitions retired early
i perform various feats of bravery
like stealing butter from your cupboardss
while all of my most intrepid acts
require the utmost of confidence
there are still too many swords here
and not enough ice to shave into statues
what a pity the way we forgave
each other our preferences
fortunately these days we are beyond
the thickest parts of the fray
in this dining room there are several pieces
of your brilliance waiting to be eaten
until with fingers licked clean
you inspect the totality of my being
and i suspect we are now ready to recline
on the omnivorous spines of our ancestors
and blindly worship, the old Mercurius
for the great Trickster still rules our souls
from within the ancient halls of entertainment
that we now pretend to call "a television"

your eyelids fly in tragic circles
under black skies
your mountains crumble
putrid apples and hillbillies all return
from chaos came compassion
from darkness came the word
kindness gave birth to sorrow
and silence was never earned
your antithesis presents itself
in every situation myth is ever heard

show me signs of mystic love
in your eyes i become
the sun
follow the moon
against the chill of night
into eyes alight with fire i will run
the hunger of the pine
stands against the edge of time
i am alive again
standing upon the sand
making love to the one
the animals
stand tall
sand mandalas all around
to catch our fall
we forage in the forest  
for the welfare of all
is the gardenʼs goodness
should we all just listen
and become the silent witness
remembering our promise
to voluntarily leave the forest
better than we found her
surround her in your beauty
like schoolgirlʼs in the country-side
you are all I'm looking for
stored in tomorrowʼs mystic affair
your long legs are for running
i am jumping
into springs
and creeks
water on your cheeks
caress the river as she speaks
remember you are free
to drown and resurrect
against the tides of men
sediments again
resound
forage for the sound
forever underground
a loud mighty warrior
a proud and lovely daughter
sort of inconspicuous
more likely to be ridiculous
i am always wanting more
of your forms and your words
a sword of blinding beauty
could you belong to yourʼs truly
longing to hear your echo
some nights are a challenge
if iʼm meant to let go
i will release this inhibition and make a swift decision
persistence and surrender
lighter than a feather
as heavy as a dragon
i am steady like a stallion
upon rising i am falling
deeper into love

a stream of hungry eyes ran down the mountainside
a flock of birds can put you to sleep
so count sheep like you count rainbows
set your alarm to wake you
for as you sleep in the stables
your eyes water like fables
your hips gyrate in greasy undulations
and your dreams are capable
of transforming life into a parable
will you embark on a quest with me
you said, i want to see the end of the world
will you fight dragons and ***** through the valleys
looking for wrong deeds to right
and endangered kingdoms to protect
love is a prism, it reflects your longing
for god is the rainbow that is never boring
a haiku is structured out of a rhythm
so ancient it contemplates itself
and you are able to penetrate
through silence into existential glory
excelling at life is complicated
if success is defined by what you know best
at last we return to the place where we can rest
the edge of a cliff is just the start of it
and your musical body breaks me in two
as i see the split inside me
each day i choose to start anew
thank you my brothers for allowing these feelings
you are stallions and we are constantly healing
under-pressure warriors and thread-bare soldiers
instead look out for and stop locking up your daughters
as i collect flowers and place them beside their bed
there is a test our fathers did prepare for us
they said when we are ready
our souls we must bare
and in that barren land
we will be tried for our crimes against man
and if we survive the rest will make sense
we will again be kind to each other
for we know there is more hunger than we can ever fill
i watch your spine as it moves against your will
you are truly beautiful but you don’t even know
that the ways you think you are flawed
are actually your greatest assets; which are
worth more than all the imaginary weddings
or Victorian-style homes with white picket fences
and golden-green gardens with hanging trellises
or any other thing you've ever dreamed of in your head
to distract you from knowing your own reflection