I reach  
into you
searching for
something familiar

We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable

All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of  
the great expanse

We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon

In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.

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

Hot surge
In our bellies
we dipped from  
cherried shores

Tongues raw
from the singe
of hunger

We paused between
each satiated strum

Our sighs melted
between each breath

We bit into the
veins of
Our longing
And died
dripping from
our mouths

I got sleepy flaws
stinky flaws
look the other way flaws
professional flaws
whole body flaws
And I am utterly hopeless

I got sloppy flaws
hoarding flaws
nosy flaws
forgetful flaws
And I got the martyr flaws blues

wild card flaws
petty flaws
know-it-all flaws
And you can't tell me nothing

I see my flaws as they are
as they come
undeniably human
and soulful
and me

I am spitting up universes
-like Kali- all destruction,
eclipsing the deceit of the Sun.

I will consume
the stars until I am pregnant
with the possibilities
of a new moon.

I am the keeper of secrets
-Like the High Priestess-all feminine,
divining the wisdom of bones.

My body imbued with the
spirits of indigo promise.

I will some day
leave this story
And like the birds
I shall inherit the wind.

We lived sullen in
awkward decadence.
Hoarding strange
little monuments. and
Odes to us.
Enough to choke on it.
The black soot of
sacrificial trees.
I saw them
burning mid-suicide.
Martyrs with wooden hearts.
at least they used them.
Unlike us
we had accidental brains
and drooled over them.
the cold blooded arrogance
Not really noble yet
we stay
sleeping like the
greed in prodigied monks
Wake me up when the
bees grow heavy
with honey again.
pinch me when we
collectively awake.

You are not like
a volcano
with its
liquid rock
running down
full of urgency
No you are
more like
the sky
when
it
thunders

I am the Sun waning
The anti-******
The subtle release
from a gripping hug
forming into
The impregnated void
of possibility

I am entropy
slowly collapsing
into the formless
darkness of chaos
rearranging my cells
into something new and
something made
of stardust

O what say ye?
mine divine soul
where have you gone?
O my deity
It is the parched
barren sun
which depletes us
We've laid too long
in its withering heat
Now is the time
to cool and wet our thirst
upon the dark waters
of the abyss
to navigate this boat
be like fishermen
and bring back the dead

The key to women
Is a thinking man
Not a drinking man
Who can open up a
Stinking can of spam

We’ve dealt with a lot
And we know how to spot
The dead end plot
Of men just wanting a fling

We are deep individuals
Not just pretty plated visuals
For you to beep
Whenever you peep
You creep

So give us our props
Then maybe we’ll drop…

You a line or two.

There are cunning
ways to make you
love again
without having
to make you swoon
or spin like a clever
little top.
to take you from
this still life and
make you heave
again. breathe.
Then go faintly in
reverent steps
toward the world
with love.

She is in Her own orbit
Each woman
a God
unto Herself
with Her own systems
and Her own gravity
Fluid in Grace
As She designed it
Then there are the men
Yes there were men
Deep down inside Her
with His own Divinity
As sacred as She
In His divine Creativity
born from Her
and as Holy as One

I have been born
over and over
many times ago.

In familiar pieces.
In different suits.

The new blood
rushing to my head.

I end up delivered
tangled in my own
fancy knots.

Waiting for someone
like you to unbind me
yet again.

they say poetry is boring
I say poetry is a Goddess
exempting her patrons
from mortal bores and
group thinking legions
she kisses with the
certainty of words
and
manifests the glory
of effervescent moons

No one has skeletons
in their closets anymore
we've disclosed too much of
our ***** bones

Now we are left with
nothing but this flesh
without the things that
make us ugly and
keep us upright

No shadows or dark secrets
to keep us awake at night
Nothing to process or to aspire to

No more dreams but the wicked
fodder of a life lived in conformity
and
on the surface

You are tragedy and lust-
Breaking thru time
with words
like Beethoven and sound-

You ride the sacral flux-
The **** dripping
from those syntactical teases
and i swallowed them up-

You are black brooding
badness to my sinless sun-filled
days and i want in.

On cold evenings
Like this
the moon is
a black pearl
teasing me
to divine under
her that I will know
her ancient secrets

While you slept
I wandered
to meet you in the still waters
of the dark night
shaping your dreams
into coherent fishes

And in the deep warm
crevice of your mind
beyond the
labyrinth of gray matter
I live there
Wet and eyeless
Unwearied and waiting
For you to swim
into the center
this raging heart

Do not be eager
to make Her into
your own image.
For She is the beginning
and the end.
We have lived within
Her and died there.
Her energy is this wild sacred
vacancy of creation.
Come be delivered
from the root of
Her womb and
be forever set free.

All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues

But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.

Watch me
See how
graceful I am
I make no mistakes
under your watchful eye
I am gilded perfection

just me and my righteousness
righting all the wrongs
while you watch
Me and the right moves

just don't take your
eyes off of me
or I become part of this massive
presence in the cosmos
doing soulfully wanton
and naughty things
shed light on me
and I become this
perfect
little
freak

I have not met you
but between the swigs of red wine
I’d give you my lips to savor
And though you’d devour me completely
I’d linger between your thighs
And slowly ride you until we
Meet at our dark release

Obey no one
but the call of
your inner most self
and walk barefoot
upon the Earth

like you were meant to

before modern man
became portfolios
diversifying arrogance
instead of his head

No one looks you
in the eye anymore

connoisseurs of rude

Walk forward now
and don't look back

Dodge bullets
with a smile as your
secret weapon

And laugh with
the best them

Making good as pretty
as you go...

Drink me in
until I swirl
upon your tongue

then slide satin-deep
down your throat
to the top of your toes
and back up again

let me be
the underbelly
you take in
like a cup

then let us
ascend spinning
into an eternal
Sun*

Your lover heart makes the dying star rebirth again

Sometimes  
I see him in soft shapes
and I can feel he
is fathomless

All beauty showing in
wild plumes of energy

We began this love affair
on the other    side  of  sleep

Him    there
luring me gently
with  his  kisses
like a  sweet lullaby

And me
waiting impatiently
to fall deep  into a  
fatal sleep

You hide the Sun from me.
With your cool effervescent hues.
Like night whispers over fevered skin.
You mend me.

I kissed you there
firm and wet.
You swelled in
the midnight hour.
And you swore I stopped time
with long crafted licks,
whispers upon your skin.
As I watched a million
peeks rise from your flesh,
I knew I found your secret spot.

“When I think of you, fireflies in the marsh rise like the soul’s jewels,
Lost to eternal longing, abandoning my body.”* —Izumi Shikibu

I don’t know the Sun
but
outside I have
made a mess of things
and
the days have gone
slow fleeting

You should know I’d swallow
You entirely
and the wind is
a formless deity

I **** my tongue to you.

**We don’t know where
a poem goes when its forgotten
Perhaps like love it sleeps
in the recesses of our soul
And awakes in the boundaries
of our pain.

This willow weeps for no one

It hears the mountain's tears
riding on the backs of slow waves

This willow knows
that the sun's silence
is understood by every atom

It knows
that soon the rocks will rise up and
take arms

They will wage a war against concrete
and flesh

Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief
and will resume feeding the willows that have
long ago stopped crying

Respect the beat

they dance wild to
the rhythm

it reminds them
of life and breath

The beat always
be... Mama...

Always listen for it

ground yourself
by it
to be yourself

She is the beat
unto you

find your own truth
thru your own breath...

To thine own
beat be true

“You can either live logically or magically. It is your choice.”
~Sadhguru

You are spirit and
magic rains down
around you
like the music
that surrounds you
note after note

To marinate.
in the warm opacity
0f then.
return to the black succulence.
when oblivion wore on you so well.
Your face was the night
gleaming with hefty stars.
You being infinity feeding.
what prize is this?
beneath this eternal veil.
for the eyes that have kept you awake
belong to you and no one.