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...

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.

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...

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

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

Brave is walking alone
in a room full of strangers.

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

Give up
For the meeting
of flesh shall
surely perish

Wander in my love
you may stumble upon
the finest of linens

Spin always and listen to
the morning
it knows all things
it is the life
it is the eternal
the absolute living breath

For the meeting of flesh
is pleasant but shall rot
and
will surely perish

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

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

There is something
holy about you
wild as the flowers
growing in a mad
scheme of colors

You plummeted
from the sky  
the forbidden fruit
dark and ripe already

afterwards,
a lone man even
offered to wash
your feet

then
left you a single kiss
as a sacrament
on your cheek

Earth is so delicate
that we must
take only
what we need
From Her

For She is the
life breathing
in life
the
storms breeding
rage and thunder with
the cold wind
nudging at our bones

When we choose
to actualize our
disembodied arrogance
upon Her
we wake Her wrath

Then in the most
compassionate
diabolical
way
she slowly deals
our final fate

The waters are rising
fish are finless and dying
we have toxic bodies and minds
we are killing off the only
wisdom we have left

the indigenous are endangered
the animals are game
the trees and plants have given up
kind people are kneaded out

All the things that made
us once great
How dare us sulk over
nothing
The audacity of us to bask in
glory of our false privilege
We are our own worst enemies
desperate rabid wolves
the lot of us

What's happening
is that some of us have
forgotten our propensity
for kindness
to be humane
to serve others
to love as we will
and to have mercy on them
the others

but most of all we have
made our Mother mad.

When your intentions are clear

the Universe will unfold before you

A bountiful table with more than you'll ever need.

I think about what your bones
will speak
once you have left your body
I mean the soul you
the real you
What will you leave behind
will you have left behind
your unkindness
or those things
you say
when you think
no one is listening
someone is
always listening
so be careful of what
you speak
I hear them
and the laughter they leave
and genuinely hope
it's not about me

She reminds me
Soul has no color
it emanates from the sum
of life
as a vibrant symphony
of you

Those sole regrets
and moments revealing
themselves as
the bone truth

We are organized
of sound
and gravity

pulling us closer to
the source of divinity
we sometimes
forget

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

I am as predictable
as the wind
with its current
drifting me alongside its
great passage

I am in no hurry
I just got here
and plan to stay  
for awhile

listening to the music
of the wind
sing so soft and sweet
as though the pain
of being unheard
was just too much

I exist here
loved and lonely
like the wind
but embodied
until it decides
to capture me again

You have awoken. again.
Clarity follows you.
when you come around. again.

I have been in fragments.
waiting.
and torn into pieces.

I was so miniscule when
you were far away.

You could feel
me nowhere.

but now that you are back
from your slumber.

I am here for you
and
unbroken.

It's immaterial
what we give to
each other

It does not come
with a price tag
and cannot be bought

It is soul bound
unseen

it's what is brewing
inside of you that counts
while no one looking

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...

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

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

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

Speak the truth
with your tongue
and let the good
silence of your soul
be the guide of you

But first it will come
awkward
Take your time
spewing what
makes you mad

Show no fear and
Articulate yourself
into being
with the pure grit
of your teeth

Then bite them

Bite them hard...

"Fire cannot burn IT, Water cannot wet IT, Wind cannot dry IT, Weapons cannot shatter IT. IT is eternal, unborn, IT cannot die."
- Bhagwad Gita

IT is the real you
You conceive IT when
you sit still and calm the mind
IT is the soul
the awareness
beyond the observer
Seek and you shall find
that the IT is you
Listen to IT
For the soul speaks
softly in the language of
truth and silence
May it live on
forever

And so it is...

Leave it all behind
the stories, the pain
the worries of you
Let it all go
whatever it is
impeding you
embody the now
for it is you
within the present moment
would it ever go
this you that is the
is-ness of totality
or is it you weaved in it
and would it fade when you
succumb to death
or will it and you
last forever...

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

Love is awkward
Makes you do unmindful things
like staying up past restful hours
mind racing of kisses from no one
imaginary lover dancing in your head
nothing but the wait for a
seemingly simple
phone call
pick up the phone and melt into me
you have all the time in
the world to wait for him
or to browse her pictures and texts
we will never learn from the calm or logical
just hopes from longing
suffering love in the recesses of the dark...

We should remember the Moon
How it never caters to the Sun
burning as bright as it wants to be
Never pandering to the Moon
Just sharing the sky
like they both belong there
Two great phenoms dividing this world
into night and day
and showing us that there is enough
time and space for everyone...

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