We are strangers
Yet my heart is open to you
Soon to be neighbors is the
American Dream
Not a greed machine feeding nothing but
Chauvinistic pleasure
Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore
Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines
All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting
Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to
Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve
forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all;
For me, for them,
For us, for We.

Fish bodies filter
Water of life
Nightmares come open faced
Polluted seas have no blame
Disease has no blame
However unasked for
Remains cold and real;
Answer is trees
Their wild statures lay strong in
Death bed of atmosphere
Broken-limbed and worn
Waiting for things with wings
In open womb to be born
Setting wet souls free
(But what does that mean)

If I owned any power i'd spend it in an instant
Every wish granted steals a speck of my soul
But with this blow
Preserve my purity please
Help me unsee the ******* sway of trees and
Settle down those birds in the dirt
Reverse the men who capitalise on my void
With dark magic toys of survival, made with some militant oil
Erase the permanent crease in my face when time serves worry
Wipe off the artificial laughter on them,
Cut off their hair and
Let us share it for our glad communion
Let me feel my own body
Without the ******* and reaching
Of wild flies at me like some flesh sun
Leave the well bitten life to run rampant and free
I have nothing to believe in now, but something beautiful like you, steal this suffering and
Give it to stillness instead
Have it grieve and breathe in
The future leaving,
Now, if only wishes
Made the world unbroken.

transcendence does not mean surpassing, moving above
transcendence is living through opposite ends of the spectrum simultaneously, or even being it

without experience, here, still there is
without eyes to gaze upon the mystery of coherent light
touchable without a hand
i am born again
again and again and again
until i transcend
into an unlookable expanse
within and without of myself

how do i know?

After all i've earned them
the subtle pull
and swift replacement,
    the golden gain gifted
     from a soul dentist
I accept the strange medicine and sense
Suddenly my core forever
chasing the great
sulfur in circles as I fall adrift
    The wanting sleep which
     closes all eyes after end of sky
Behind mine observes a screen of
Out-knocked teeth and offput blood
Pft out in a porcelian sink
The glass just above
displays swollen
  tears and my
Soul transforming from
Learned lead and
cold iron into
August and
Nothing bleak like my
Now unique two front
It takes awhile but
I have a new smile at me
Twist the
Brass doorknob upside down
on it's axis and
Walk away from the abuse cycle owning
The tired metal middle
of earth cracking
Outer mold revealing a
Levitating ball of God who
Now unbound
Seeks six-thirty post midnight
High plains and
Holy painted solace
With bruises yellowing
I scream drive
into tunnels where the
warm streetlights racing in
my periphery
know I am the glowing go of life
And will never grow old despite
Losing a couple given ones

I found the dog with a newborn bunny in her jaw
I demanded that she lay her down so I could pick her up
She was shaken, traumatized, bleeding internally with bite wounds all around her two inch body
She was beautiful
She could not yet open her eyes for she was so young
Abandoned by her wild mother perhaps
I wept as I held her close to me
I felt her terror swell in my heart
I touched her once, she flinched
I touched her twice, she slowed
I stroked her baby fur with the back of my first ******* like wiping away tears from a child's cheek
I felt her heartbeat align with mine as she burrowed undeneath my breast, above the space where the edge of my hand pressed against my body
Searching for her mothers comfort
I loved her, I wanted to keep her, to raise her up and watch her grow
To save her
But they told me she was suffering and needed nursing to continue living,
To put her out of her misery
So I did, I captured her, she captivated me, what a life she was
I laid her down in a hole the dog had dug beside the garden
And I left her there with peace in mind.

the small bit of space in between your irises,
looks like a mirror,
your right eye is lazy,
my left eye too,
so it makes us look as though we're staring at a reflection of life,
humans and all ,
directly and lovingly somehow;
like a mother,
straight at their soul,
only a little bit off,
like we were overwhelmed by
a sense of wonder and awe
with every face we truly saw.

Beyond the city limits
These lights swarm the sky
Instead of the ground
An orb it does form
Squeezing everything inside
Together, for better or for worse

It's there where I see you again
The buildings feel so far away now
Only a room do we stay in
Enclosed but not locked
Let me sit on your bed for a moment to
Inspect the condition of which your skull, hands, and spine are in

Our eyes meet and suddenly
I'm looking from the inside
Out again
While I'm staring so deliberately,
I find a piece of me
Lodged inside your ear,
So deep it sleeps on the pillows of your pretty pink pipes
That flush with the most vibrant of colors every night
It stays quiet while you draw near unconsciousness
Then when I say "goodnight" to you,
Into midnight I soar away and try to break the walls around your mind just so I can whisper
Goodmorning to you in your dreams

The sunrise must be astonishing from this far away
I wish, somehow, that I could stay
Here alone with your warm gooey mind
We would both cry while we watch blue transfuse into golden strands
Over a wide, open, greenish space
New skies arise from below our toes
Dissolving the salted stars and igniting a crisp morning fire that
Warms the pale skin off of your face and
Engulfs the walls of this room with flames until
All that's left is the stone-cold ground

A hatching flower
Etched between sidewalk,
In cracked and broken space
Aches for the sun even
Further away than us people
With our trampling boots
Relieving the demented spider nearby her duty of
Spinning a knotted web.
The universe is all ******* in us
With our smoke and mirrors
Day jobs and animal ***.
Our complacencies age while youthful rage feeds hope for a new day— no sickness just bliss
And if we really are reflective of our
God now, they must burst the cosmos out of
It’s empty socket by thrusting pure frustration into a pregnant void
I wonder if they can see it unfold at once like all notes of a symphony screaming in a splitting tone,
Or if they’re bound to each atom
Stirring their own ***.

Glass roses of blue
Cigarettes and amaretto
Served with milk tears
Candy giggles take it back
Build a house from
what's lacking
Break black ties and
Want to wear heels out
For no one but
The television and
Steam mangling in a box
I need to get off frail mind lines like
Dreading time
Loving this lipstick and
I am not a girl anymore
I filthy my own nest
And i'm blind as I am blessed

Mother
With the broken home
Scattered mind and loose animals
Break the curse cast upon you
From your deserted lover (before
It’s too late)
Make meals for the hungry
Children not of your own, but those belonging to God’s mystery surrogate
The one who owns sky scrapers because the compensation was high
While you twiddle needles of spring I can tell
You are no goddess, your skin
Is all marked up with time lines
Your eyes hold cups of suffering
While your hands shake
Body balancing two extremes in empty space
Gives you more weight
Your heart freezes over so you
Can manage singing past the warfare — damaged —
Into a microphone for an empty bar on Sunday
Begging for change
While make up runs down the river of your face
Your home is chaos
But you love like fate and
Let the rat who stole your bread feed it’s young in your cupboard  because
You would do the same

A safe place for me is
Behind the scribbles of my surroundings
Below the noise and talk
To wrap it up and put it away
Is a gift I can own, no guilt
No games, only immersing my body in the whitest sheets imaginable
With a touch of hair and
A lemon juice smile
A push of my hips and
Seeing my eyes out
What more could I ask for this while
Except more secrets
A whisper, a flame
A pillow with color
A mirror with no reins
Reflecting the plant alive in the corner and
Knowing I am not insane
I'm sitting on carpet and
feeling the ceiling through
My skin, precious like skin
Yet so filmy and thin
And if you should ask
I don't grave it I cool it and
Taste like fresh cucumber rain
I don't feed pain anymore, I just
Let it go again and again
With the blades turning
Watching the blame returning
I send it off with a love spree
Then it's silent in me and
I am free with only
one foot off the ground

Right now the only feeling you know is
A troubling trembling tormenting your gut
Creeping it's way into every gaping space,
Every pore that craves a name

Floods force their way between your golden temples
Your kingdom
Your presence, with
Radioactive pollution that leaves you
Struggling for air and for your own words

So sit back down, love
Don't feel rushed
Just give into gravity
Open your ears
Your jaw and your fears
Allow the musical medicine,  
The strings of silence and peace
Move your mouth to open
And breathe

Now you may
Taste the millions of magic molecules
Dancing all around
Notice how they satisfy the ache once evolving from your mouth

They travel down a dark tunnel
To reclaim a familiar sensation

And now for the moment we've all been waiting on
Fill your balloons surely
With the magical gas
Those everlasting fumes
Create homes in your warm, cozy embrace
But only for a moment before
Returning to the vast unknown

And always remember what I told you,
That even the oxygen all around you
Is temporary compared with eternity

And you must trust me when I tell you;

You don't belong to the ideas they've made
They don't really own you
Like your head may portray
It only takes charge when you listen to your outsides speak
Or, rather, scream

And remind yourself everyday;

The back of your head has answers
The back of your hand can't explain
Allow yourself a breath of fresh life and
Don’t allow your skull to outweigh your soul
Lose this shell you've outgrown and
Discover every heaven and hell
Within the depths
Of yourself.