Distill me
from this
broken body
until you've
captured the
unholy parts
of me

For i will be
the meat
for plants
one day...
And
soul bound

It must be
a meditation.
your life.
a very deep reflection.
a dark mirror that
shines your deeds.
Some mortals have it that
you would crumble
under such scrutiny.
But reaching for light
would sustain you.
So it must be when
you speak your truth
stand firm and take root.

Who was dubious
had kind eyes
and spoke sweetly
She sought after
big arrogant souls
Was a mystery
like water and
vast like the big sky in Montana
loved her curves and
Once caused a man to
trace her with his tongue
hugging her hills
and valleys
Playing
to keep
kneeling

God is a
shapeshifter
molding paste you
bone for bone
She is the woman
you can not stand
Hand on hip
slapping the
peak of Her
thigh like ***

God is madman
with dope beats
He's got you hooked
already
splicing sounds
into notes as
He watches you
shake your *** like
a possession

God is You
reading this poem
falling in love
with Yourself
over and
over again
like fractals
feeding

You could never totally
annihilate yourself

You could never really
destroy the real parts
of you that are unseen

You are
this low hum  
in the fabric of the universe

And if you could be deleted
there'd be this tiny tear
in the continuum
of the cosmos

While the static wind
would howl in place
of your unfathomable
presence

I propose a toast
to you
a drink
from the top of your
delicate head
to the base of your
soulful feet

I found you
right in the center of the eye
the deluge of you
carried me higher clear across
the barren sky
as if we were supposed to
crash into each other

But
Only material
things get ugly aging
while we become this strange
phenomena wanton and as wild
as the naked wind upon
the thirst of our eager 
chapped lips

Truth comes in waves.
Like the rhythm
of the ocean.
We were born there
in its womb.
And We are at the mercy
of the moon.


It’s hard to tell the truth
When you don’t recall
Being immortal.
When you’ve forgotten
Your own beauty.
The song that
could ultimately save you.

So we come here,
Lost limping sirens.
Mouthing lies
In falsetto memories.
Breaking bread with comfort.
But Leaving the dead to linger
upon a truthless shore.

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.

Maybe I’m a liar.
But here is the truth.
There is no truth
That we could
possibly comprehend.

We couldn’t handle it.
So we chop it
Up into simple little
Pieces we can fathom.
Life is easier that way.
Then we try to impress those
Who haven’t a clue.

Like an unfinished puzzle
we’ve lost the
most important piece
to bringing it all together.

But it’s gotta be
here somewhere
Waiting to be found in order
To complete itself.

Like this poem waiting
To be found for someone
To read it.

I maybe a liar but I think
You’ve found it.

They are spying on us
from the black ether
eyes good enough to
spot you from over there
to over here and beyond
What do they see behind
this thick veil of flesh
are they soul searching us
or are they just curious enough
with all that money to find
nothing but me and you
loving each other...

When I ask too many questions
I see your brow bury into
a frustrated wrinkle
like I caught you in a lie
you don't understand
and you never understood me
I don't give you sassy
I give you questions
I don't give you an apology
I give you an inquisition
like you are in an exam
you just can't fathom
because you don't think deep
enough about the black me...

It's a terrible thing
to know the difference
between right and wrong
then to choose the
apparently vile thing
with all the gander
you could muster
over and over again
rolling with the devil
like he's on your side
forever clinging to him
as if you made him
though ultimately
He is not for sale
but you are...

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

Inspired by the words of my muses, Xu Zhimo and Ms. Hsu

I am the moon
across the sunlit sky,
By chance it will
eclipse your heart
Don't be relieved or elated
At the speed of thought
it dissipates

In the evening, we convene
the journeys
distinct in paths
you might remember,
but perhaps it best your
memory fade of the blaze
when we once met

Immortalize me.
Take all of me into you.
And let me be there
In your skin.
Imagine me
Filling up your lungs.
Seeing thru your eyes.
Speaking from your mouth.
Poet, then write me a poem
About eternity.
Write me a poem about me.

"The spirit of emptiness is immortal.
It is called the Great Mother
because it gives birth to Heaven and Earth.
It is like a vapour, barely seen but always present.
Use it effortlessly. " -Tao Te Ching Ch. 6

We are the manifestations
of our mothers.
We all were born
from Her.
She laid down for us.
And gave Her body for us.
The ultimate sacrifice was Hers.
She would have died for us.
to be born fresh and anew.
We exist because of Her.
May She be exalted
and deeply revered forever.

There is a stillness which exists
between every word and silence
Within that space of the slightest
breath may you find Love.
For it is in the house of love
which heals you.
It is in the unbroken strings of love
that is forgiveness driving us closer
together more than any burden carried in
your heart and on your back.
For every tear you shed may you enter
the soul silently to open and
let in the presence of peace to guide you.
Seek Forgiveness. Seek Service. Seek Unseen,

Sending waves of healing energy to all.
In this, lies the sacredness of what  
Has ever been forgotten.

And so it is.

There are moments
i want to soak you in
seeing the gesture
of your pen while
it wails across
the static void.

i would be there to tend
your wounds but mine fester
longer
the blood-letting go...

i could
lick what makes
you flutter...

but
i cannot undo
what's due you
but
you could...

I wear my red star
like a good capitalist
Rock star status
check
Going to the grave
as shallow as I am
check
Just another american
leaving my carbon foot
print a mystery unbeknownst
to me and to the flat earthers
men who say they swore
Jesus went and
came already again
but I'm here to tell you
that my red star
will rock your world
and I am too old for this
so the fake people
can just kiss my
red star...

What our resolutions reveal
most of all is the cockiness
our human audacity to
think we were immortal
despite
living unsustainable
all these years
roaming the planet
eating up the indigenous
all ready endangered
like ourselves
extinct and not a clue wiser
Just ploughing down the wrong way
how we seemingly keep intact
from all of the plucking and pleading
machines as slaves
but looking closer
our delicate image
is fractured by the slightest word
or misdeed
after all that epic stupidity
we
still
learned
nothing

i know you want to live as long as the wind
To be captured by its kiss upon your breath
dying to become bloodless

but how long can you touch the sky
without flying
or
See the song without hearing

Your sullen lips are so sweet
they're good enough to steal

I am in question
while the tarot cards
plummet to
the floor
these inquiries
are hidden within
I am not a queen of
anything
but a jester in silly clothing
beckoning you
with empty
blood-ridden hands
I made a promise
to the one God
and broke it shamefully
I fell hard
paying for it
broken body
deliberately
heart stung
with little glee

I saw them
working as
old schlepps
like you or me
postering as
flawed and human
but I know
they walk perfect
upon the earth  
ordained in shrouds
of shimmer
upon them
and when you are
not looking
they sing of
liberation
between
the moments
while blessing your
face with God

if i could speak to you
like a cello does
it would move something
inside you
to slowly split open
and become the notes.

These are my crone days
made my way towards
a sweeter death
I can always feel his chill
kiss my dark skin
tried to shed my youth unhurried
I peeled off all the layers
that were remnants of a falsity
that didn't serve me
I'm almost at the core
finding out the old pain
doesn't live here anymore