You are captive to it.

This numbing redeemer.

Who ever said

putting the genie

back into the bottle

was an impossible task.

It only takes a pill

these days

but it don't last.

And if you're not

all together careful

cradling its contents

so precious like breath

You could end up

smothering your genie

and leaving him for dead.

We have seen
those who have stolen
and like cycles do
pass down their lowly ways

Is there a price
for every gesture?

A karmic bank
of rain checks
for the next debter

Men trying to buy
their way into the
eye of the needle
But we see you

While we make
a pittance
for our graces

But we'll continue to knead
the love in our
bread

And bleed
compassion for
the masses that need it

Don't give in to what
hate brought in

Don't let them breed
you into a vicious sin

know that we are not
tainted from within

We are born
from the Sun
Now let's be one

You are glory
dressed in
profane skin
One day
you will
know that beauty
hides in shallow places
like the lie that is your face

But in time we beget
to mull over this
The shallow land
how it displaces us
and makes us
lame

There is no palate left
for the muted
with their whimsy hearts
and lofty wings...
Those unseen things
That dream in flesh
and stalk your breath
for bated air

I am lost
in the tide
of you.
The ebb and flow
of you,
will be
the death
of me, yet.

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”* -Rumi

You didn't ask to
be the center of
the Universe
and yet you are here
a radar at the center
of the cosmos
revealing itself over
and over again.

You think you are sane
but you dream in songs
the colors come dancing from
a myriad of crazy

You think you are no one
yet you have the
voice of antquity like
a thousand sybils
bearing prophecy

You are not the drop of tear
from sullen eyes that
has forgotten

You are celestial and
raging with divinity

May you remember
that you are holy
and immaculate

Come, and take your place

Once you know
there is no opting out
like a quaint thing
yet there are spaces for
the timid too, but not this space
This space is exclusive
For you only

And for the ones
ready for the baton
who will
run wanton with all
of the bones and audacity
they could wildly gather

Once you know the soul
of your being
there is no opting out
just the sheer breadth of
possibility
to let the shower of truth
grace over you with its atoms

Once you find your own
here and now
you will forever
know and be known
by more than
a billion
molecules of
dust and matter...

And all of this is for you
and you only

D o y o u b e l i e v e i n t h e u n s e e n  ?

I t w i l l c o s t y o u

T h a t t h i n g y o u s o w i l d l y p r o t e c t

L i k e i t s y o u r f u t u r e

L i k e i t ' s y o u r e n d

I t ' s t h e s o u l t h a t y o u

l e f t b e h i n d

t o b e c o m e s o m e t h i n g

y o u a r e n o t

Times are hard
as we bring ourselves
to the table

we get eaten
by the
the denials
the fakes

But it is not their job
to hand you on their platter
to desire you with open mouths
for them to acknowledge
you like they want a good whiff

The real ones know
where your heart is
they tell you who you are
without telling the others
The real ones discern each other
like
one
searching
for
their
own
true
self

I f I c o u l d h a n d y o u t h e m o o n w o u l d y o u s t i l l j u d g e m e b y t h e c o l o r o f m y s k i n ?

Is such a strong word
but I'm left with perplexed, really.
Seems like it's more like puzzling.
No. More like an animosity.
That's it. It's stewing animosity.
Um. It's definitely a loathing.
I don't understand these feelings.
Like you I don't understand
the contempt. Only that you placed
it there. Made a monster soldier.
Created this hunk of burning disdain
for you and your entire crew of
miscreant trolls.

Ghosts of mortal consciousness
plague those of us
who presume dying is for the dead
While the lack of depth
dominant in breath
ensures the weary bones
of our deception

You scream like a banshee, woman
and you would be one
You think white as bright as the sun
You are killing us
This drought
The impeccable thirst
with your burning word
tone it down, mama
be like the moon
and reflect on it
Be cool and have the courage
to whisper it in our ears
be fluent in the sheer joy
of silence
Let us figure it out
for ourselves

Don't say a word

Just fill me with the void

Feed me your untamed madness

Your unstable ways

For I am the center

I am the middle of the storm

And we meet like two black holes

colliding into one another

Eating each other up

You follow me
faded dream after
faded dream

Your face was
not your own
perhaps you keep your
secrets away from me

Perhaps you want some
part of me
the freedom of being alive
hand in hand
lips to lips

Like lovers do
how they feign
the loyalty of dogs

they betray each other
they always do

But in the after life
there is no pretending
just the abyss, god and
the cold living nothing

I've bled
not because
I am a
broken sinner

I've bled
because I
am woman
harbinger of
new moons
and unspoken
mysteries

I've bled
life into the impermanent
landscape of the mind
like gravity
holding you down
in spite of the spinning

I am the fierce
darkness
traversing the
universe
barefoot

In this
black moment
I am forever
I carry
this womb
with the honor of
mothers before me

Now I am woman as a crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic

Days like these
I am the fool
who remembers you

Like a phantom wind
you come from nowhere
to haunt me

This futile struggle
I get caught in

This mess of me
gets stuck

I am nothing
but the rain singing its
sad and heavy song

I wrote you a love letter

It was all dolled up

Pretty words to
make you fall in love

Some parts dangled
With the charm of
golden bling

Then another part
you could smell
the lather of my skin

But I didn't stop there

I conjured up cupid

Then wrote your name
in blood and burnt it

Placed the ashes in a honey jar
with lavender and rose

Whispered your name 69 times
under a blue red moon

Now
I watch you in my crystal ball
and wait for you to come to me

You fell at my feet
before I picked you

Done and ripe already
as sweet as pretty
painted lips

You swore to have
me upon you
My undoing

The feast of me
come salivating
down your chin

The collision of two
gravity and star
bend in her presence

Open sesame
and peer beyond
the void seeming nothingness

Woman behind
the curtain, after all
She laughs a Goliath
belly laugh
and wonders what took
you so long

I left this flesh
for the bounty of
the gold soul

Paper womb
bends like reeds
the pressure kneads
me into this fetal thing

I have gorged myself
into a block of
mucous and spit

I stew
in immortality soup
open my everlasting eyes
and rise out of
the black of nothing
with wings of fire
glorious
in transparent skin

You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous

In between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking

To hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from

To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle

We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silent
learning how to
be God.

Your truth is
what makes
beauty

It navigates your heart

Hear your pretty beating
past the mirror
where
No one can see you
or have dominion over you

Close your eyes, girl
to meet the unseen
the true beauty
of your heart

The black moon has risen
and it's in the parting
that keep the dead away

Say you won't hang
them from the bough of
your lips

The dead
seeking you
with your light
bearing body

Soon you will join the
leagues of ghosts
and we will put your
worries to slaughter
upon the black risen moon

Give me a B

I like to think in alphabet

Give me an R

I am not my chatter

Give me an A

Just waiting for something lucid

Give me a V

To come bubbling out from nothing

Give me an O

Like I am this reluctant superhero

Men drove the sun away
then they blamed it
on the moon

We have become
endangered

Will they take our fire
if we sit here exiled
consuming each other

Let's not brine our wounds
like we have nothing left
Hoard the fire...

Here I am again
trying to keep from sinking
but I am the dead weight
recollection of heavy bones

I try to pull it
out of me the black rays
feeding inside me
caged and reeling

a wounded raven
I dream of somewhere
beyond my reach
then I let the core flutter

One day I'll make
this huge breakthrough

then

You will know me by
the big head I'd carry
until I'm tired
of holding all
that sack of
proud nothingness on
my nimble funny
looking shoulders

A girl pretending
grandiose possibilities
who just grows
into this lame thing

Gone
the sky is broken
I feel the years
of empty moments
in my blood

Stay
you are open
and I want to kiss
the rain when it hits
on your cheeks

Touch me

I am subdued
in your presence
eager to fulfill the
selfish prophecy of
licking you
then
serving you with
*perfect lips

"The mystery, the Door of the Woman, is the root of earth and heaven..."* Translated by Ursula LeGuin, Tao te Ching

Big bodies, you say,
don't belong here
woman as big body is
big failure to most
but your naivete begets you
and would have
you believe in such silly notions

Woman as bountiful and
big was made that way
She was born to breed more than babies
She houses the righteous dust of us
and all the gall she could muster
to free us

She is all of
us and nothing more
but the bigness she sees in her
large, black eyes
She swells more and more each day
counting the days when she will
scatter as gargantuan as the sky

It's a disaster
what we're doing
to the ocean
january has come
and gone but
we haven't gone yet
No high reverence for
what has made us
No tears
just the pain
we keep inflicting
the same sadness
what we lay in the waters
will become the death
of us
and we will be gone
to see no more januaries
or oceans
leaving
just the residue of
extreme stupidity...

Winter's Fingers
tickles me and
I cuddle up to the
moon with a
man who has magic
on his skin
the chill of winter
sometimes stings but
there is nothing like
warm flesh on warm flesh...