In terms of metaphysical well-being,
do not attempt to find external solutions to internal problems.

Though external solutions may, at best, catalyze opportunities,
they tend to serve as a temporary comfort or distraction
rather than a cure for the nature of the problem at hand;

A "bad mood"
is a great opportunity
to tune your Consciousness.

Life is full of those moments;
the purpose of them
is to learn from them
and grow.

Look outward for information.
Look within for understanding.

Actualize your Godself.

we go so deep
that we forget
what's on the surface,
it's a slide, steep
and our fear is
on the playground,
while our focus  
sleeps

we bounce thoughts,
off our paddles
as we serve
linguistic ping pong *****

mischievous baboons.

we tug on playful balloons,
skipping on ribbons,
in the rubber pastel
dances of the shifty winds,
fluttering flocks of
glowing grey moons

we turn tables
like turntables,
on tilted roofs

we lay silent, slanted
kissing devil hooves

blistering sunsets
burn my skin

I watch the ball of love
get further from me,
falling a w a y

It was always out of reach,
but I could feel it's warmth
as long as it was in sight,
but, no longer

It forms rivers from dry wells.

In it's absence,
it has them brimming,
now overflowing, down
channels of skinclay
wrinkles

they run deeper,
than the roots of
the tallest trees,
falling slower, than
the softest cries,
unheard

rocky river ways
froth from the mouth,
splashing and bubbling
in maniacal sadness -

silent white water rapids.

Tussled and unkempt,
shriveled livers beg for mercy,
hidden behind layers of rotting drywall

a rusty sledgehammer.

unused

rip me from the rafters,
frayed ropes laughing at death.
I am still breathing,
fiberglass and sawdust.

Insulate me.

How much time in the mirror
have I wasted on hating myself,

when I could have
been loving you?

I hold my life in the palm of my hand
it is the weight of the universe
mi mano es su mano
all is all my life
the universe is ours to hold

pins and needles
line my stomach
like blood red clouds
aglow with silver,

blistering scabs
grow and blossom
into wizardly trees,

blowing and breathing
the air like dancing veins
bringing life to the sky
looking to the stars

I turned on the light to the next door
and it came running in
photons splashing gore!

Straight through the streetlight
like stamps on a ***** and a tricycle
cyc-sickling atop of the poor.

Violence, begotten
the marsh has in store
and the sad watch like
rats watch gold watches and
stop

Grandfather
tells a long time.

Listen to the click!

You may learn a tock
or two in the bush.

zoom swish by

An arrow pierces the heart of time
along the same line as the pools filling with blood.

Tell me, stranger, why don't you look at me?

I see you growing beneath the surface, there...
You're blossoming up like a welt,
a cyst ready to pop!

, but I keep running as
I'm folding life in on itself

Hamburger or hotdog,
either way - I won't let you
see what I wrote inside.

I take it down the hallway and into my bedroom.
I collapse inward, a book's pages eating its own binding,
chewing on hollow spines, and synthetic adhesives.

Tell me, stranger.