foul bug
grab it and tug

you're a flyin' tooth
hockin' loogies

Disregard that! I'm a loonie!

Meow-cat, can't take it and
snap! goes my brain like
crack! goes the coffee mug
falling from the counter and
swoosh! goes the butterfly
flapping it's wings...
screech!

see
the
blossoming magnolias...

and we're all bubbling up
from the inside out!

we're left downright sideways!
looking for the sun to come out...

silver lining -
fluffy cloud,
blue sky fall,
hop skip and
jump! to high heaven:

falling... backwards,
in a grand attempt to
leap! into a pool of faith
from the highest cliff...

and when the tables are turned...
you are scratches in the vinyl!
skip, skip, skip to my
loop -loop -looping thought patterns...

Meow meow
meow

I was never afraid of losing you
because I never had you in the first place
because you are not to be had
because you are to be felt with

I was afraid of losing what I felt with you
because what I felt was so sublime
but somehow we lost our selves
somewhere along the way
our selves were no longer our own

and so we had each other
we had each other good
but we lost how we felt

I was trying to translate what I was feeling as I saw the words forming in front of me and I felt like I was trying to crawl out of the space between every letter, like I was trying to blossom or explode out of every word but every pixel of every letter was holding me back...

It seems I'm stuck
In between the lines

intangible evidence
of the divine
intensified
by
the tears of the earth
flowing and fearing
growing
and destroying
birthing
and dying
becoming a new land
and a new world
a new language is born
as a sun collapses
Love

You are
to me
much like
the ten—
der glow

that em—
anates
out from
the dis—
tant moon

Love like
the sea's
eter—
nal breeze
does blow

two hearts
sing notes,
imparts
a love—
ly tune

water glass
shatter
sun scatter
sun kissed blue sky
blue love white mists form
god's ****** cloud fists and
rumble tumble fumble
dipper dapper dilly dally
rainbow mumble
splatter thunder
shimmer

bright light
dial dimmer
turn it down
let it simmer
turn it around
and stop

look around, listen
see if you hear the trees glisten
try to taste the motion of the ocean
and love the motion
love the motion

spin too softly trip on gravity
feels like a dandy
drilled cavity,
pulled tooth
waiting in the breadline
feeling forced like a punch line

I need to be here.

water drop

__

this morning I watched '
I watched the memories of my dreams
fade in real time
real time
almost like a fault line
building pressure where it's
cracked the surface, it's a circus
ready to spring up
buttercups
like us, at any moment '
earthquake blossom, paradigm shift
jazzy blues guitar riff
crescendo climbing, climbing, and
diving off a tall cliff
splash! '
can't miss
glass water shatter
sun kissed blue mist
rainbow shimmer
water drop
splatter
driptip
tap

tantalizing notions of beauty

an open heart and an
open mind wait patiently

playful sounds dance around the room

we are painting silences with
the wails of ocean tides

going in to get out
getting out to go into
contrapunctal life paths

running in and out of love
with yourself, we are running
in spirals in spirals we are

embracing the self within

appreciate the one
you will always be with

cute dancing
separated vertebrae
you are an example
in the making
come find out
what's it's like to love
you'll find it's like
the gills of a fish
sometimes
you've just got to wander
exploding ink well
oh well oh well
cover me in red lines
over my fault lines
it's a dance with the devil
and I'm praying to lux luctis.
poor Lucifer is misunderstood

lying beneath
soft starry skies
between damp
dewy leaves
amidst crisp
crepuscular
symphonies  

with moonlit bodies
glistening, and filters
listening to dewdrops
dripping, stars drizzling
from our skin

sipping from
your flower
as we sing
flowing and
spinning in
trancelike
dance

Pour a little nonsense
from the tip of this
smoking stick of sage
ash bash begash  

sprinkle some silly salt
on my slug rug
give it a tug

the cries of the
self proclaimed adults
go unsung from sharp cheddar

goat cheese sings it like a breeze
bleat bleat sheep sell tears on the cheap

catch the blue butterfly that'll
pop into dimes

locks of love explode into chimes
and it's the dialectic of paradigms

thesis
antithesis
synthesis
sin this is
I guess
lol nah

pawn rook queen this is chess
bless it and mess it up to start over again
the king is in a constant state of
falling to the board

tick tack finger
speed up and
linger there

watch the ayahuasca vine grow in spirals similar to the dancing strands of DNA

base pairs are antennas of consciousness leaking through the silk screen press
I guess

two cupcakes told me that
teamwork is pretty sweet

take a bite and tell me if you like
the frosting on the cake I bet
you won't like the dough though
if it's half baked

interestingly enough,
you left me here with
hands untied and wrapped
in psychedelic ribbons

they didn't know what to do
so they exploded into movement

cathartic motion
my eyes are crying
sometimes they do that

Wowowowww, don't have a cow!
Meow meow meow!
The time is now!

It's always time for change and
it's never too late to start!
It can be little stange but
it becomes an art!

synthetic soul
you are a stunt double doing stunts I never needed to do in the first place

synthetic soul
you are an escape from the real deal quiet squeal you keep me hidden in the shadows

synthetic soul
I am tired of making excuses for myself so you can let others shine I want to see the daylight too

fabricated face
you are sewn to the sinews of the muscles beneath my flesh and your expressions are a tiresome dance I try to follow in empty steps

fabricated face
you bend to my perceived will of others and leave me creaking and cracked

fabricated face
I thought you were here to protect me

fabricated face
now I know you can only hurt me

I thought I knew this from the beginning
but I can only feel it now

mindfulness
is an ever present kiss
a passionate flow of energy
between the source and me

If my perception of you
is a reflection of me,
and your perception of me
is a reflection of you,

then are our perceptions
of each other refractions
of our perceptions of our selves?

and if so, are our perceptions
of our selves refractions
of our perceptions of each other?

My perception of you
is a reflection of me
of all I once knew
and all that I see

Your reception of me
is a reflection of you
of all that you see
and all you once knew

Nothing we see
Is entirely true
If both you and me
Set our mirrors askew

Eye to eye
Heart to Heart
We realize we
Are all a part

Heart to heart
Eye to eye
We realize love
Will never die

See into
each other's minds
With all our mirrors
now aligned

Through each other
We can see
We reflect forever
to infinity

The tone is a human,
a human is a being,
and a being,
is a tone.
The tone is a being.

When one human sings,
they create a tone.
A tone that carries
all tones within.

When two humans sing,
they create two tones.
Two tones that carry
all tones within.

They are making love,
They are making a harmony,
and the harmony
is a child.

The union of two,
the child carries all
the vibrations of one,
and all of the other.

Every harmony carries
all harmonies within.

The child is one,
The child is twice one,
The child is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.

The harmony is a child,
and the child sings.

The child is human,
and the human grows.

When a human sings
they create a tone.
This tone carries
all tones within.

The tone is a being.

The being is one,
The being is twice one,
The being is half of each,
and infinitely more than none.

Each being carries all beings within.

When the being sings,
it creates a tone,
this tone carries
all tones within.

there's a howl in the darkness
and my muscles are twisting like trees

I'm barking mad, lemme tell ya

they took me for a ride
and I had no idea where I was

there's a coyote on my porch
sniffing around for scraps

it seems the fool is knocking on my door

explode into raven and
I am flying backwards
in a plume of feathers

smoke billows from charred fields
sunflowers grew here once

they were thick enough to hide inside

God, I miss them.

There is a silence
in the mist, hidden
between the little
droplets, whispering
rivers of soft words from
past lovers evaporated

buddha vishudha
sweet purple umbra
ajna penumbra helix ribbons
rise like feathers out of my face

I looked into our eyes today
I tried to smile when I was dripping with awe
and the corners of my mouth quivered 'til my jaw dropped

I sit and breathe deeply as I see our reflections
and the vertices of all our faces interlacing in intricate ways
I find myself breathing in their rhythm
I find myself telling my mother I love her

We cry jovial understanding into each other's eyes

I catapult myself up through
deoxyribonucleic staircases into
blossoming realms of emotion

There's no time! No words.
Everything is so familiarly alien
and entirely understandable.
I feel everything.

I'll mind ya like a monsoon you hurricane gale force spirit wind, you!
Seems like you can't see past the eye of your silly storm seems like it's easy breezy bright light night sky lemon cheesy moon.

I'll mind ya like a monsoon of rabid baboons don't steal my life wine it's not mine same light same shimmer. Everything's every color but the one I see.

Oh jeeze oh jeeze
gimme a squeeze

Good morning,
great morning,
glorious day,
what can I say
that could possibly convey the true infinitely marvelous potential of this playful day! Let's get up, let's move, and dance! After all what better chance do we have then to bring love to fruition and spring thought to action than right now? Right now! Let's not get bogged down in distraction, let's not wallow in inaction, be a gift, be present! The longer you stay the more you'll gain traction! Mindfulness is an ever present kiss, a constant flow of energy that cradles and balances me. What better time then now? After all, it's all we got!

I'm I'm I'm not your child, I'm the universe's child. I'm a child of the universe, my own child, and you're not my mother. I'm my own child I love me I do me do re mi and you're the universe's mother. You're the mother mother of the universe, your own mother, and I'm your child. I'm your child child. And you're my mother, mother, I love you. And you're your mother. And you're your child, you love you you do you re me fa sosososoooooo

Oh love
I wish I was a vinyl
that you could listen to whenever you wanted
just press play and let the needle do the work

I wish I was a vinyl
so you could gently lower the needle into my grooves
and feel the music flowing through you
that warm feeling that keeps you alive

but I am not a vinyl
and you are not listening to me
and the needle is flooding your veins
with that cold feeling

I wish I was a needle
that could numb your pain
I wish I was a shot of the purest *******
Oh love

there's nothing much to lose
and everything to gain, so please
let's put the needle down
and listen to the rain

Closed doors

slaves too weak to fight
dying in their chains
electric cuffs around their wrists
objects of profit and entertainment
their image of suffering used
as inventory for auction
in between the air waves
and the pixels of your screen

they are there
and we are here

an image fed through a tube
into the belly of complacency
to be half digested and regurgitated
in the form of chit chat

suffering is now material
profitable stock bid on by
bourgeois couch surfers
entertain me they say

the unaware say
at least it's not me
until it is and then
there is no one but us
no one but our neighbors
our friends and our families

we cannot wait for a friend
that promises protection
and profits from our misfortune
there is no friend in government

open doors

mm...! you generate an action potential in me

seriously, you got me doin' some
crazy ion exchanges through my axon

you got me spewwin' neurotransmitters
into the space of our synaptic gap
pew pew!

we don't have to touch to be
ELECTRIFIED
oh myyy
my dendrites are standin on enddd!

oh myyy oh myy my myelin sheath is very well developed ;)

this electrochemical transfer is snappin' like whiplash

FIRE IN THE BRAIN!!!

same as every place I've never been it's
much like nothing else I've ever written
different than nowhere I've always been it's
a little bit like everything I've never done
never done never done

look at that sort of thing
we're a sometime sung lullaby
see how much you mean to me?
knock on the door to my memory
there's a new stone now
that storm has gone

I'm waiting for my cue
for the next bit

sittin' waitin' wishin'
gettin' lit in the forest
with the tree spirits

don'tcha hear it?

the music of the leaves
and
the birds and
the bees

those jinglin' keys

the singing tree frogs and the falling logs
the rinkle tinklin' of the cranberry bogs

long gone, now lakes and creeks
lookin' in the water,
gettin' peeks

of other dimensions
and we're consistently reaching
new levels of ascension

releasing tension with
each and every lesson

getting stronger the
longer I'm here
the longer I'm here
the less there is to fear but

you gotta feel it
feel it without losin' it

ya gotta let it go
in order to let it flow and

ya gotta let it flow
to let yourself grow and

you let yourself grow
in order to know whatcha gotta show

and that's whatcha feel
from your head to your toes

it's whatcha feel
in your heart
high to low...

you're a gardener
and you're a seed

you're a pardoner
and you're a plead

sow yourself and
let yourself crack

spill out your insides
and don't look back

push through the mud and
the dirt and the grime and

soon you'll see the sunshine
in no time, sublime...

you'll twist and turn
in every which way

to see the light
whether night or day

There’s just… all this noise… There’s all this noise and I feel like a tone floating around in some kinda modal stasis. And I just want to change the key but I can never seem to get the voice leading right.

There’s all these other intervals in here with me and we’re all packed in too tight. I’m just a chromatic scale descending into dissonance as I push past clusters of minor seconds.

I feel like I’ve gotta fight to find consonance, but I’m so **** quiet that nobody can harmonize with me. Nobody can even hear me over all this noise all this noise all this noise. This noise when so many sing without listening. This noise of a thousand unheard melodies.

This noise this noise this noise
This noise this noise this noise

sorry fickle fanatic
friendly fuzzy teddy bear
beetle on its back trying
to turn over with a pen
from a bouquet of pencils
bouncing ink stain firewall
bouncy ball

sitting on a turnstile
with tessellated tiles
counting liars for miles

I'm sorry if I'm being such a fickle fanatic.
Should I be ashamed? I am confused.
I just want to be a fuzzy teddy bear
but I'm just an angry beetle
on it's back trying
too hard
to turn over
and I feel guilty now.
I turn over and inside out
with the help of a pen from a bouquet
of pencils bouncing on ink stains
firewall bouncy ball
sickness
I feel uneasy

I'm sitting on a turnstile
watching the tessellated tiles
as I count liars for miles

shuffle shuffle click click

sorry girlboy
boygirl **** that
find some ******* friends,
you fuzzy teddy bear
you're a beetle trying
to lay on its back and turn over

try writing with that pen
you'll find it's a bouquet of truths
pick one out and run with it
they're all just bouncing
ink stains

You sit there on a turnstile
watching hundreds of your selves
shuffle shuffle on click clicking
you count yourself over and over
and you're the tessellated tiles
you're watching yourself
counting liars

In Time,
there is Death, but
In Death,
there's no Time
In Time,
there is Death, but
Out of Time,
there is Life

we can only
take each other in
if we can turn ourselves inside out

and we can only
turn ourselves inside out
if we can take each other in

adore galore
a bounty of beauty bounces blissfully about fields of budding wandering wonders

wistful waking dreams are the places to be, y'see... imagine being free - imagine being free...

tree climbing is much more than a past time activity, it is a livelihood
it isn't 'what if I should?'
it's all good it's all good

bent bright distortions of self parodies are overanalyzed and indistinguishable from nonfiction, a sarcasm fostered past the point of pointlessness

silly ironic discrepancies spiral inward to vast void fluidity tie a knot and listen to it melt under the microscope

sizzle sun ray beam of light sends me sniffing around in surround sound you're a stinky hologram come find me singin'

whew! I love yew
I love yew!

quite a conundrum
this hum drum dumb song I've sung
with a numb tongue I'm quite stung
by my own bone I'm quite alone
wishing that I could've shown
wishing that I could've sung
all the right tones
walking on my tip toes
untying all these ripped bows
I'm trembling as I'm in the throes
of reevaluating all that I know
from here from here where do I go
on from here how do I go on

Grip grip grasping at words dangling from the tips of thousands of tongues tied to the sky gasping.

Drip drip dripping in viscous dew they slip slip easily from frantic fingers.

The cup held with patient hands is being ever filled forever overflowing drip drip drip.

See sentences swingin' from spit slingin' serpents.

Don't be rippin' 'em down.
Try listenin'. It's a
trip trip trip

palms out

I'm nibbling sunshine fantasies on psychedelic manatees
as I swim through formalities and mudpits of vanity
while temper approaches maximum capacity
I pray for no casualties

I'm dribbling periwinkle moonshine daffodils
as I crawl through sweltering deserts of dis-ease and sunchills
they're a bothersome blister singing softly to a dragon
they're a kaleidescope periscope horoscope for the dead

Oh, unknown chimera
you've ingrown
into my soul
like an inside out follicle
and you've got me burnin
like the Sahara sans aloe vera.

In vino veritas, in aquas sanitas.
And you know how much water there is to go around in the Sahara, so let's drink this fine wine
at least this time, and
let's find the rhyme that
shifts the paradigm.

Lovers do tell,
what's your bother,
whose your very own belle?
It seems you've turned over your shell and are moreover well-done than a sundried brick after church on sunny Sunday.  

And you haven't even
given it a tried and true lick.
Cigarette smoke, ash, and flick.
You only dribbled a little spit, ****, I see. Your dumb tongue stung was my B? Sorry. I guess you won't bother to taste the salt.

Drib drab, drib drab
rub it in my peeling scabs.
Oh my dank dab lung shank,
that's simply ab-fab. Really, at the same time it's everyone's fault and no one's at all. Brick wall fall and

I can't even remember what happened, but I can still remember how it felt...

Well, a nice solid wind and my ******* sails flew. Gotta loosen my belt if I'm gonna gobble up all of your insensitivities.

You can apologize more than a slimy politician, but even a marsh of muculent mucus could make me feel better than you did.

Throw out the key.
I'll leave my door locked, but you're a steel toe boot in the door with eyes sewn shut and I'm a stepped on tail with a high pitch yelp.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! Pet. Pet. Pet.

Leave me alone.

I fell deep -
into the dark pit in my
screaming stomach, but you
lifted me out, and filled
it right out, and
drifting, there lied
a tight knot festering
in my chest you so
tenderly untied, a hard shell
'round my shaking heart,
broken to spill the
love inside

I choked hard,
on the lump in my
thirsty throat, raw
and unspoken for,
but you taught me
how to spit it out
of my mouth,
like a sigh -
ahh...

I jumped, into
thick throbbing thoughts,
that bred anger
in my soul, but
you doused me
in stars, and I surfed
in your smiles,
that crashed
on my shores, and
put it out like a flame -
sssss!

Poetry is not Made Of Thoughts
It is Made From Thoughts
It is Made of Words
It is made of Colors
It is made of Music

Dear Diary,

I woke up today and I was a single point of darkness floating in space. Light is perpetually born from the orifice of my ego and continues to spiral out in all directions as I spin. I am surrounded by an energetic sphere around which light bends, and through which it spirals into me. Inside this sphere is an interesting mixture of outer and inner light, a balance breathing in flux. This is my own space, this is my reality, my world. And it is through this fish eye lens that I see other orbs of light. I see thousands of them! Millions, no billions and billions! And they're all spinning real fast and they're all orbiting each other... and the closer they get the faster they orbit, and the faster they orbit, the higher their vibration. It's a spectacular sight! So, obviously, I was distracted and I wasn't looking where I was floating... and I crashed into another orb of light for the first time. My point of darkness crossed into their field of light just as theirs crossed into mine. I was illuminated by them, and they by me. It was so blindingly bright... I could see myself in their light, and they in mine. But I hadn't meant to do it! I didn't mean to! I had no idea this would happen. It was so scary. It was weird, alien, out of my world! I pulled away and we spiraled off into new directions. It wasn't until their light was a speck in the distance that I realized how beautiful it all was.

Tomorrow, I'll actually look where I'm going. Maybe I'll share my light with another, but this time with intention!

And and we've been pretending

we've been pretending it's all right
that it's all good

we've been faking happiness
and faking peace

we know that we've gone too far

that there's no going back

and we're all intoxicated
past the point of serenity
to the point of insanity

and no matter
how many years
of sobriety
we can still relapse

and no matter
how many days
that we act kindly
we will all snap

because we all snap
under pressure
and the more we fake it
the more people expect
and the more we pretend
the harder it is to not

and the pressure builds
the temperature rises
until one day
we crack
and everything boils over

tension
release

so it goes

there's nothing left on the table
there's nothing left in the garden
there's nothing left for me to tell you
and there's nothing left for me to lose

but there's nothing right
and there's nothing wrong

you've given me lots of words yeah
you've told me quite a story
you've given me quite a few
and yeah I'm really really sorry

but I can't seem to stay angry
no I can't seem to stay mad
you know you're downright sideways
and I'm neither happy nor am I sad.

words really like to run their mouths

find the leather bound book
by my sorry little bed and
you'll find it's filled to the brim
with thoughts from my head and
they're not the best thoughts
and they're not the very worst but
I'll never have them last and
I can't say I've had them first

but I guess I guess
they're thoughts nonetheless
whether or not they're
tidy or a mess

oh little sun little sun
won't cha give me some light
I'm looking for happiness
or at least a good fight

show me something old and
then show me something new
and I'll tell you that it's all the same
for me and for you because well
everyone is everyone and
we've all got our own paths and
they make a little ant colony
they make a nice hammock

you can sit within its net of strings
and swing away in the summer winds

but you can also take a sharp little knife
and cut a knot in its complicated web and
you'll see where that gets you
whether you like it or not

broken down train of thoughts
screaching to an end and
in the end I can't find anything
better than a friend

for there's nothing at all like being alone
but it's pretty nice when you can do that with someone else

puer
puera puerae
puella puellus
puelli
mani
cured and trimmed
too close almost
cuticle cut
blister sigh
blood blister
blood blossoming beneath
the nail bed
hit it right on
the nailhead
shaved legs,
and a neckbeard.

sledgehammer Sally
sips sweetly from silly
saddle-wearin' thoroughbred
unicorns

I am a fairy faun from
deep inside your frightful
wardrobe roaring lion lyin'
through the skin of my teeth

ice queen itch
I scream for
tag team *****
*** bag drag teen
ditch

pull queen grab
done deal dean
pull mean
and drag me in and
pull me out and
grab a hold and
leg it go and
let's flow and

I'm a ******* princess
gasping
and I'm Prince
Caspian
dead and
drowning between
blurred lines between

between the read the lines blurred

and I'm just trying to reach through

the seemingly subtle spaces
in between rows of words
between letters and faces
but every line and every
curve of the pen is an
iron bar and I'm just
trying to reach through
reach up through
all these symbols
pull myself out of
all these vague
misrepresentations
of understandings and
I accidentally cut myself
on the serrated edges of
the pixelated abstractions
and drip drip

Let's get some coffee.

I am a particle
entangled with every other particle in existence.

The trajectory
and spin of
each and every quanta
affect my frequency and direction.

Although I am a concentration of energy,
I act as a particle. Although I am a particle,
I act as a concentration of energy.

I cannot be described
without those that affect me
being described along with me.

No matter how far,
no matter how close,
I am still my own yet
I feel what others feel.

Einstein called it spooky action at a distance.
I call it Love.

take it further than
blue jay blue jay
sunshine on a gloomy day
my goodness I'm a mess
took my thoughts on a
rip tide lawl ride
tongue tied n' fried and
I'm sighing sighs of silly songs
over sickly sickles sicking dogs
of love on rippling rainbows
step aside, ego!

i wanna see your shadow
summer's soon anywho

rain
    rain
drops from the tips
of eyelashes
        and drips
onto quivering lips

this morning
I watched
I watched
the memories of my dreams
fade in real time
real time
almost like a fault line
building pressure where it's
cracked the surface
it's a circus
ready to spring up
buttercups
like us
at any moment
earthquake
blossom
paradigm shift
***** blues guitar riff
crescendo climbing and
diving off a tall cliff
splash!
can't miss
water glass shatter
sun kissed blue mist
rainbow shimmer
water drop
splatter
driptip
tap

The motion of your body
in the throes of getting through to me
are a dance I'd like to fold up
and put in my pocket.

The hinge at the wrist
and a nonchalant manus
looking to the west waiting
for an answer...

I find wondrous waterfalls
falling from the tips
of every finger
cascading.

There's a world within your grasp
as you transfer your temple between
the infinite bubbles of your surrounding space.

Your eyes saccade softly yet swiftly
as they envision worlds from other dimensions that I can only visit through your woven webs.

I will lay in them and swing
as a hammock in the summertime.

We will weave them together
as our phenomena emerge
into sacred universal patterns.

Our contents will thaw when
the sun starts to stay longer,
they will melt and flow
as our crystal lattice structures
ceaselessly shatter and
recrystallize into geometric flowers.

We are dancing rocks
We are dancing rocks
who have learned
how to love and —
Now we are aflame!

We are licks of carnelian
shifting to a roaring citrine.

Now we are jade flowers floating
to tropical turquoise waterways...

Kyanite kites flying into
deepening oceans of lapis lazuli.

Gold flecks
explode into purple
as our eyes flutter open into
bursts of bright white feathers.

You have your Heaven.
Go to it!