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Everything in life is colored by your feelings about it..

No exceptions
Your feelings color everything
Everything is colored by feelings
Colorful feelings
The color of everything
Feeling colors
Everything

That's all...

Oh and she swore that she saw
a ghost wearing a grey overcoat
two sizes too big with a red
scarf wrapped around its throat
God/dess wrote this poem
and showed it to me by the fire
there are a million ways to die
she said, go into the dark night
and cry your heart out
break the cages that control you
show the world who you are
if you wish to dance than don’t hesitate

borrowed fantasy and salty sweat
create the moments that we never regret
our tragedy lies in expecting to be understood
how can anything else do what you are meant to
you are a muscle of the stars
the start of a new earth within your heart
the seed of an eagle in your claws

a mosquito and a jeweled lotus connecting
on a morning walk through the woods
if schizoanalysis could tell us what to believe
i'd accept this sentence freely
and bless the essence of my longest memory
shadows shift like wax-paper
making silhouettes upon the snow
swords like words are swallowed
will we ever let it go
in silent trust i echo wisdom
deep, profound, beautiful
the space, poignant and versatile
musical, rhythmic and free
love is improvising again
making the most of where she stands
and even where she can’t
for she loves to be in over her head
which is what i still sometimes don’t get
who is in charge of your destiny
do you believe in such things
why are we made from a symphony
and where can we listen to our memories
and justice is a bargain
that we may not always expect
so give thanks for an abundance of free water
while we are still blessed
to have access to this resource
as we are the source of our own happiness
and waterfalls and aquifers
embody the cascading shower of our breath
Prismatic angles
Strangulate our language
We are all fragile bubbles
Being blown through plastic circles
Straws scattered in the water
Sort out your problems
And follow your vision
We are all brothers and sisters
Drowning in this fish-tank (of wisdom) together
We are shaking our shoulders
To the sounds of roller coasters
Boiling potatoes in the heat of our basements
Considering the upcoming refrigerations
We are already doing quite amazing
Action is undertaken too swiftly
Hatred is tolerated too indifferently
We are infants of grace
Whose frames of references
Are usually taken out of context
And haste is a biased perception
******* she claims
I never break my word
Nor have i ever heard
A more depressing story
What a song you must sing to those worms that keep their books in your library.
Go on and tear off these bandages
Love is a many headed dragon
I can’t believe what i’m saying
Is it more likely that we will remain asleep
Or that while awake we'll contain a multitude of dreams
We are all a bit indifferent to our pain
Yet love remains the same despite our jealousy and shame
And sand gets in everything these days
Why are we shape-shifting again
When these shoulders bear a heavy weight
That they already struggle to maintain
They are like unknown soldiers in another country
Longing for the comforts of home
And if you’ve outgrown these uniforms
Than it's time to find some new clothes to wear already
I feel we must share our stories and hold our voices close
For tonight your body is an isosceles triangle
With equal arms and legs, we have long defended
These isometric forms are the cross we each must bear to face
Since we are destined to carry it for all of our days
Life is a lonely road home when you choose to walk it alone
Under the shadows of the trees
We divided our myths from the mystery
Melancholy and sadness do not bother me
Yet still I am afraid to dream of that infinite hole
So i steep tea and then drink more coffee
We are like sheep letting our wool grow wild
Among the flowers you roamed for awhile
And your stubborn dependence upon objects for identity
Seemed both a little funny and a bit frustrating
When a common sign of the times is for everybody
To eventually arrive in their own time
Upon a gentle hysteria that only
Reluctantly, shares its borders with uncertainty
Forgotten painters roam the streets
And we are indeed dangerous to our habits
Manners are stately angels
Who feed off our strangeness
As we dance on tables too often
Making rebels and devils fall in love
We hide in order to be found
The sound is bound to the hand
We are ****** if we disagree
So can we please release these threats
It seems we are committed to this failing
I am fettered to your body, like a skirt
Bound too tight it rides up your thigh
And I lie awake each night wondering
If you’ll ever let me back inside you
Return to argumentative days
Of hating your own luminous reflections
For late at night is the time
You make love to the invisible
People leave you alone
And you write songs about nothingness
Empty handed prisms
Collapsing Human Shells
Represent the fallacies of generations
We are at the bottom of a well
We are disembodied teenagers
Whose anguish is never enough
We feel the suffering
Of those more unfortunate than us
We steal the suffering of anyone we meet
Robin hood has left the forest
And roams among the urban streets
I have no clue what i’d do without you
The floods of our father’s time
Have not yet fulfilled their purpose
For they can only serve to
Moisten our dusty old souls
Tangled thoughts and taste buds
Come and breach your questions
Upon these tender lips
I seek to find your meaning
In subtleties and twists
There are no tricks or sleights of hand
That can grasp you upon your hips
But if i’m ever quick enough darling
You won’t have a chance
And i’ll just stand here laughing
While you undress and take your bath
leverage your mind and body
against space and time
face the fire of your fears
life’s tests are real
they are here to teach you
how to breathe
I want to explore the subterranean core
beneath the dirt and worms 
trampled upon each day by twelve billion feet
I feel there is a pulsing, pounding, thumping, pumping
heart beating, soul meeting happening 
right now in an underground street
in an ancient city where wisdom is wholly received
and eyes are internally illuminated 
by a terrestrial heat complete with a circle of fire
eleven feet or higher that warms the coals that sparkle
in the soles of diamond encrusted shoes

under my toes and your very own nose 
the ancient master’s conspire 
to turn the earth into a living pyre 
and to ignite the spices 
that good taste prevents from being retired 
to create a future in which forests, jungles and grasses 
rivers and valleys, both blue and green 
will no longer become extinct 
due to the purposeless and systematic decline 
of the traditional continuity of nature divine

in hopes that we the indigenous souls and minds
who are everywhere and in everyone eternally entwined
within this breathtaking space
receive more than what we gave
to once again find our rightful place 
on the rapidly fading face of an earth based composition 

may all naturally embrace the sacred flame 
which has a secret and ineffable name 
that is to be repeatedly sung for seven days 
while dancing ecstatically around the one sun 
may we perceive as our ancestors believed 
that to truly meet the one you love
you must first greet and make complete
the one above, below and within you 
Aho Mitake Oyasin!
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 impermanent visitors
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 necessary reasons
As everything is already a part of every other being
a broken covenant
saturday's paper can no longer cover our shadows
so we wait for sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance with destiny
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured hastily
this uncertainty is wild like the grass
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
upon looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten
by merchants who never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands
of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps
to join a pack of wolves
such as France's right-wing
troubadours
Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness
Hand me that command
And turn it into gold
The old virtues
Are never far from your hand
And the road wavers
But in the end everything is sold
Do you remember dreams
Where you held me
In your loving arms
And the world was eager
To wrap itself around us
Like twisted vines in the dark
The mountains are using you
To become conscious too
We are overly optimistic
Of our own accomplishments
So we pretend to make a difference
Would it be any better
If we divided it all by two
And fit more people into this apartment
We'd have room for all our arguments
Though money can never buy you happiness
It can sometimes buy you the truth
Again we sit. And listen to the soft susurrations of spirit. The abnegations of our decisions. These ablutions are always watered down. And we swim in our safety nets till we are plunged into the darkness. The unsuspecting silence is a moment that we invited. I am delighted to let go of my mind. I find nothing worth holding onto. It slips out like a poem. I birth universes from nothing, so cuddle me in your warm arms. Love is frightening. So we shake our shadows and rustle the tree tops. Long live our strategies. Don't you dare try to follow me. Let's choose not to believe in gravity. For the way up is less scary. I see your fingers tracing shadows on the wall. I wish they’d linger on my body. I’d love to tell you that I didn’t care but you'd immediately know that nothing could be further from the truth.
balance on one foot or a thousand
for a hundred years or more
cause it doesn’t really matter
if you have no talent
i am a candidate for enlightenment
and you are too by virtue
of your entanglement
we are bonded like isotopes and stars
so let's congratulate all the hearts
that have broken ours
merely out of habit
From my eyes to your heart 
space and time are torn apart 
into the void, the rose of life 
falls and merges into and becomes white 
echoes and silhouettes are what we are  
slowly twisting and spinning 
 
sacred knots strung together 
in a moment of eternity
the storm and the feather
the dancer and the dance 
begin to slowly come untethered
 
your sound and your face 
your heart and its embrace 
your wings and your feet 
all dipped in chocolate earth 
our lips and tongues surged to greet 
your *** and your innocence 
could not be separated by a single death and birth 
 
nowhere, only now 
signs of the eternal meeting point 
its here, there, anywhere 
pulsing with delight and purpose 
self reflective and formless 
like the morning sunlight 
it conceals and reveals 
such is the mystery of sight 
 
magic is consuming the inorganic  
Om Ah Hung 
sprinkled with cosmic dust, life awakens 
morning’s daily miracle 
arises from sleep’s rich fecundity
i remind you of the beauty that never turns
it sits and drifts from place to place
but its gone before too long
hundreds of sparrows nest
inside the shadows you kept secret
your eyes were the wells i dove naked into
through pools of empty mystery
undulating divers
swam for a moment
upon the backs of your hand
long slender fingers
lifted the roots of whimsical stranglers
i choose support over form
your strong tone of voice called me from the moon
hold me to your question and press me in your room
undercover berry-keepers hidden in a sack
our threadbare beauty is already where its at
limitless trading so we set up a deal
make all our engagements equal
and we will feel how lucky we are
to know the only one that's real
distant and sweet like cotton candy
i once held her in my pipe
but the barrel split
before i could inhale her scent
and become immortal as the rags
long before time was kept
she vanished from our charms
to dwell inside a noosphere
in the shell of a street urchin
or underneath a rock
we hide our clothes without passion
for our brother's many lovers
to expose their unique throes
i ultimately agree with your idea
the notion of our brokenness
is coming nearer and nearer
i cheer your flame
i steer my ship upon your spray
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
We are candid canopies
Of unconscious iconographies
We return to our surpluses and supply rooms
In between breaks I take your photograph
We laugh at our mistakes all day
Water is our father
It contains the seeds of reason
And carries our souls back to the source
I can’t complain when you don’t know my name
It's the same story over and over again
You are the captain and we are the crew
We will follow this through to the end
You will one day finish all my sentences
But I still don’t understand
Why it needs to be this hard
In order to discard my vices
You discouraged all my virtues
As long as I am your slave
You say i won’t ever know the pain of love
But I say come as you are
For this fire is given freely to all beings
And you can see your destiny inside the flames
Falling angels cast their fortunes upon the sand
While we land in our shadows
And shake our shoulders loudly
In order to make our self
Feel a little taller than yesterday
I saw you alone in a phonebooth
Talking to a man who couldn’t understand you
I saw you swinging on a branch in the late hours of the morning
I saw you kissing all the caterpillars that you could see
And all the capillaries that you never could have dreamed of
With your eyes closed and butterflies folded in the palms of your hands
We sold all of our shot glasses at shouting matches and lit the fuses
That destroyed our marriages, music halls and museums
The final signals urging you to retire in the afternoon's youth
While burning flames and fumes of criminals
Signal all of our symbologies to stand up at once and obey their will
A renaissance of bedrooms and dressing gowns
In towns made from emaciated fashion models and discarded magazines
Spending sincere moments in their underwear underneath these falling stars
What are we really waiting for when it's all already here right now
Maybe we once played capture the flag
On the grass of the acropolis
And can we rightfully complain
If the lakes are always frozen
Or would you put them in the microwave
In order to defrost your pain
And thaw your brain like malevolent candy
We concentrate now more than ever
On the art of coming in handy
We are common fantasies only believed
For our ability to tell stories
While many followers
Come from the opposite
Part of the mind
We confide in the design
And conspire to retire before we are thirty
Necessarily confused
But are you aroused
By the smell of all this power
Or are you numb to the earth
Who first showed you how to flower
How many mistakes did you think
You could really get away with
if it comes apart at the seams this fast
it likely wasn’t that great anyway
so let it rip all this cheaply made *******
that is everywhere these days
made by hands who no longer care
and so our hearts no longer dare
to expand for fear of breaking
quicker than they are meant to
yet tearing a muscle may be necessary
at certain moments in our lives
we must stretch ourselves beyond comfort
though this elastic is not a fabric i'd want to overdo
lest it lose its grip and we slip into oblivion
i realize how easy it is to come undone
before you are ready to be baked in the sun
your feet are already out the door on the run
and according to you sun-bathing is now poisonous too
groins are now saving themselves for their own fingers
while it lingers all this saltiness and morning dew
on our lips the whispered promises
that quickly defeat their own existence
we are ultimately just muscles of impermanence
and your burning tendons rustle like falling leaves
and crinkle like paper made from the same trees
that we used to breathe, so try and find comfort in me
i am still seeking to make my own meanings
from the things that i cannot reach
so teach me all about love
while forensic psychologists wear gloves
and shove lightning rods and jumper cables
intermittently into your mittens
the levers that undress your needs and desires
for kefir and and candy
just a minute please, we all really need to grieve
while the next stop this bus makes is for brandy
still you are as blue as the hue of an amphetamine
if its true that in sentences we weave allegory and meaning
less we digress into a new substance
the chest holds a vision of the future
a culture of vultures searching for carrion
upon forgotten islands of furniture
stand back and let them attack
those empty nests are gifts to be undressed
as quickly as you can and they will remain standing
for as long as you try to impress them
I love surrounding myself with trees
In the sound of the afternoon’s receding
We are smiling fingers
Making gentle passes
Over everything that sings
We are balancing all of our bodies
On the ashes of the fire
Until we dissolve into our being
I will extinguish the need to be right
For silence is my argument
And tonight i only want
For you to dance with me some more
While my sanity is still intact
Yet endangered by your eyes
And if we ever meet again
Outside this space of hunger
It would be to tell each other lies
And brag about our happiness

Were you haunted from the start
And cursed to remove the fruits from the bough
Until this waterfall becomes your mouth
And these mountains are your roots
Like a cat you landed on your feet
And planted the seeds of mystery inside of me
"No one ever really forgives the person that civilizes them."
- robert johnson paraphrasing sigmund freud
You don’t need a compass or a compassionate adviser
All you need is money and a thermometer, and if you’re clever
You can know the secret to the heat within your soul
Compulsory clothing requires its own unearthly punishment
This body keeps its temperature much colder than she'd like it to
absinthe, abstinence, containment and contaminants
fables, allegories, morning glories and spanish-fly
sandpaper, parchment, papyrus, wallpaper and apartment complexes
we wait upon stardust and staircases while salivating waiters
stare at large platters of empty newspapers and crossword puzzles
sweet dreams of symphonies as burning buildings fill our skyline
Life is a cave of uncertainty
Your emotions are a storm that rages
Don’t let your caves turn into cages
In the hope that they might
Keep you safe from harm
come and say hello to Aunt Mango
inspect her pockets before she leaves
and you’ll find plenty of silverware
i stared her down yesterday
and almost won but in the end she broke me
i am terrified of her **** nostrils
truly frightening when she gets to flaring those things
like two gaping caverns with the potential
of containing at least a hundred camels
i’m quite sure a dragon might actually escape
at any moment and spray flames in my face
Cellular reception
Landmines explode
And I will not control you
I cannot keep up with you
Or compete with you
I no longer have the energy
To worry about what you say
I think I have a runny nose
But that won’t stop me
From running far away
We made it through
The test of spring
And let love bring
It's own flowers
To our table
she moves on the canvas like a snow leopard on ice
she dances her supine spine in feline pandiculations
yawning and purring she is proud of her lithe and languid form
the language of chaos and information
no casualties waiting here, just movement and inclusion
if you are truthful please steep yourself in her waters
let it all be washed away and renewed again
as minutes pass i feel fragrant offerings cast before the sun
dawn is here again and i am still young
a choice to make or break every day, again and again
Too much order is the infrastructure of disaster.
yesterday's lovers have flown away
leaving tired spaces where their faces used to lay
though the imprints remain embedded in your mind
caressing your belly and hugging you tight
i walk upon the broom swept streets
and like tumbleweeds i pass
through the emptiness of your grief
sweaty sheets stained with heat and soil
while we uncoil kundalini’s limitless dreams
give all that you own to the needy and forgotten
trodden on everyday by a billion jealous feet
and if you can’t do this then the price of your life is much too steep
for i can surely see that all of this is right
and you are not yet beyond your arbitrary beliefs
i like chocolate pudding
and remember dancing naked
you are quite something
hungry and also liberated
like lightning and coffee
soft as the morning
i see your allegories
yet never find you boring
courage is a weapon
stolen from the word
it becomes diamonds and obsidian
as feathers adorn your form
i fall down into holes so deep
that i can no longer speak
if you have a ladder
then throw it down to me
otherwise i’ll just lie here
broken on the ground
and count all the worms
that are shuffling around me
our irony is that we are made of love
yet we seek it in the wrong places
in faces and in feelings
we never find our reflection
all our elements are watered down
and we need to rise above
when tragedy is upon us
we must learn to drown in love
all our feelings give us hope
but we can't out run our pride
all our emotions form a web
that eventually covers up our eyes
lies and loss
live in everything
keep moving and you will be the king
drink from the spring of yesterday's owls
drunk on words we become foul
cool down your heart
we blister in the desert
churn the ocean and make it sweaty
dread nothing
forever we are free
to inspect the clouds
for subtle signs of tyranny
a woman from the fifties knew better
than to tamper with her husband’s
favorite brand of carcinogens
sore noses and wrinkled pants
dance on dust covered floors
we tower over the shadows
that are heavier than gravestones
can’t we talk anymore
without breaking each others spirits
spasms of whitewash
flashes of dust linger on
the infinite consciousness
your lesbian teachers
and your liquid heaters
beating you into
compulsive recapitulations
swamps and drainpipes
filled with the sludge of apes
throughout the ages
the bugs and the mosquitoes
drowning us in their dying
feral campgrounds and estuaries
cinnamon handstands
and homemade brandy
I have come for your company
And a taste of your grace
We are each a breath of air
Waiting to escape swollen lungs
That have been filled for days
We are each a drop of honey
Hanging from the rim
We are each a speck of dust
And in case you mistook me for a star
I am really a piece of your heart
A fabric woven from the darkness
Of space and time
We climb the stairs in the dark
And make love in the sun’s arc
We are castles
Made from indigenous dreams
We are all right angles
Born from fragile parts
Of these circular beings
we came face to face
and now these stains can never be erased
our flavor remains
throughout the day
you taste
my essence
its present in your mind
it survives the decline
of dopamine
as the day unwinds you are surprised
to find my soul
completely whole
and intact
there is nothing that we lack
all bliss
exists within this kiss
of divine fever
i secretly weave laughter into your destiny
like serpents intertwined
the existence of body and mind
are inseparable
psyche and eros
villains and heroes
persist to confuse our sight
yet we are not frightened by their delight
in perpetrating crimes
our time is short
so long
i’ll see you in the dawn
the storm comes
and forms clouds in our souls
darkness demands a kiss
before the first light
i am my own undoing
pursuing compassion
leaves you confused
and used by your beatitudes
i am perfumed in the dawn’s fragrance
its emancipation
happiness and love
home is happiness
embodied
sweet leaves
of music and fruits
grew for our ancestors
upon the ground of civilization's first steps
we digressed
and lost our way among the trees
and became threes and fours
yet the hours got longer and our souls got shorter
now we must work and sweat
and bend from the hip
as our lips no longer meet when we greet each other
i feel complete
seeking nothing
i am simple as the wheat
you grew upon my heart
a broken covenant
Saturday's paper cannot cover our shadows
so we wait for Sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured
this uncertainty is wild like the grasses
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten by the merchants
who can never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps to join the wolves
packs of pirates roam the oceans
with unchecked violence
they plunder their own fathers
sisters, brothers
daughters, orphans
more often than not
They started young and died early.
We are writing timeless
Ceremonies of negligence
But you're still on the fence
And I am willing to jump over it
We wait for fate to take us
Naked in our beds
But our heads are descending
We are clever as the elves
Who have never found an end
To all of their remembrances
Dancing naked
Upon piles of discarded costumes
I consume music
You consume useful bruises
We shoot music from our fingertips
Should we keep it sacred
Or are we better off staying naked
We are faking it and still nobody notices
We are chasing our own tornadoes
And letting go of our false personas
It's a column
It's a cylinder
It's a spiral
It's a child
It's a whale
And it's a dolphin
And we are never going to stop trying
For our humor is always laughing
And our sisters are always dancing
We attract respectable artists
And find a silence between the starlets
We are advocates of activating our own consciousness
Money is a burden so don’t bother acquiring it
Fun is abundant
And who dares say that love is redundant
So let's examine our motives for giving
We are shivering with excitement
Because I have been invited to tell you the truth
Long ago i was amused
By strategies and complicated offerings
But since i’ve met you i’ve become less disquieted
And abide in the comfort of silent blessings
Still freedom is a dressing
That we might need awhile to get used to
Come and stand proudly on the land your fathers cultivated
And dream into the empty spaces of your own destiny
We are assemblies of silent music listening to rainbows speak
In the melody of our breathing we play the key of ecstasy
Conclusive of nothing until each being sings its own harmony
I am imagining the active particle
The noun inevitably becomes a weapon
And the verb seeks it's naked rations
Of relative invigoration
We are actually traveling
Among our own relatives
While sisters deepen dents in their own bellies
We make the things that happen to salty sirens
As hundreds of huddled fishes
Whisper poems to the lips of elderly singers
Still we are just showmen singing for our dinners
What truly matters is can we listen
Or do we snicker at the working stiffs
Who bring liberal deposits of consciousness
To the empty coffers of our impermanent imaginations
Deposits of rain soothe the pain
And you complain
That no one cares about you
The way you'd like them to
We are feathers
In the wind
Blowing through time
And space
We have no memory
Of breathing
Only fingers that grasp
At whatever is left of our identity
What remains of the Sun
Before it's gone
Into the underworld
We are all falling stars and captive hearts
And I promise to let you in
Closer than any person
Has ever come before you
As long as you promise
To never tell anyone
These secrets
That we are born from firm
Yet impermanent collisions
So let's get lost
In disorganized apartment buildings
This chaos determines our thirst
When we are no longer wearing shirts
And love is a poem that hurts
Whenever you read it
in salvia divinorum
in sage
in palo santo and in prayers
in copal and frankincense
in sweeps of the air
in magical passes
in hours of concentration
in mindless arithmetic
in mental gymnastics
in solitary confinement
in long stretches of time
in short walks and long talks
in cafes and picnics in the park
i hear your voice and see your face
i speak traces of your eloquence
and revisit all your names
deaf as a hummingbird in spaces of the heart
i am a colibri and will surely find my art
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