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

It's all coming
into fruition
The cat calls from
desperate ones
look who's
desperate now

the one time
I left him
I burnt the petition
to God
mad and raging
the beauty of falling apart
in an asylum

The full impregnated moon
has dominion
over us

So I may be detained
for awhile
just until I get my hiss speak on
just until I go spinning
like the whirling
dervish in love again

but always moving toward
the final grace of an eternal love

That love poem you
are writing for your lover
is really you
writing to yourself

You are a novice to this
Earth bound seedling
stubborn headed leading
Take the darkness and
wrap it around you
a cold shawl
retreating you
with the eyes of
mother moon upon you
You budding you
in full view
Every gaze like the Sun
You come full bloom
and hold the days
living from heart

Here I am again
in the thrush of
falling apart again
I don't want to leave
my body another time
It's so cold over there
the chains heavier
and seldom unseen
everyone pretends in freedom
but all of them scared
they see
their eyes
see the horror
they feel the doom
there we are all encumbered
Please I don't want to go there again
Please
Not again

Do it for
the Art in you
for bringing
something to life
from the
utter despair
out from the void
of nothing
to the lives of
those who wonder

Do it for
the death bed
knowing one day
you'll leave this place
a cold and distant body
you could tune in more
from chaos of the
every day human

Finally, it's never
been done before
the absolute trip
of who you are
Be the you
you have to be
for the multitudes in need
of your unique art

Suspended within
the dark womb of space
We are this immortal
expression of one
singular phenomenon
We all began in mystery
We all began as female
The open catalyst for all things

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

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

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.

"I'm building a cult around Your Figure" -Charles Michael Parks, jr.

Go ahead
You are perfect.
For I am edible enough
to break you with
my tongue.
I will
stain you with
tannins
to color your face
with my stink.
For I am as wanton
as an open sky.
Bring me
your sun-lit kisses
between this
black berry bush
deliver me
and make me endless...

It takes a world of kindness
to cover up a heart of coal
for mine is a blackened blindness
dark enough to steal your soul

visit this depth of nothingness
don't fathom its layers of theft
for I cover up this hole of emptiness
with smiles and remnants of fret

Living each day as a fraud
if only you could see
this authenticity
ingenious words on the sly
then you'd shut up and be grateful
and go away to hide

I don't have much patience
for small talk and lies
but it takes a script
that's fraudulent
to make the stage a disguise

But please always remember
its my life and a story of just cause
And I am delighted to tell you
This poem is nothing but a fraud

Drink up
this sacrament

For the mysteries do
not pass
on your tongue

But offered as the
three phases
of woman

And the liars
You'd know them from
how they belittle us
the men with
envious ticks

Divinity ran rancid
in their mouths
Traitors to our souls

Now it's up to you
woman reclaim what
is proper and leave the phallus
where it belongs...
Far away from pedestals

I shaped him

created him out

of my own image

until he became this

most precious flesh

I didn't know of fate

and how it would claim

him over and over again

then I got it,

in the most

certain of terms

and it feels like a sentence

I cannot escape from

but more like a wound

I am a sorry wound

that desperately needs mending...

I am numb from
feeling so much

to believe is to
be let down at
some point

it might as well be
make believe
fairy tale kind of nonsense

It makes the
apathy feel so much better
but deep down we
all know who is
full of it

and the nonbelievers
are really candle
holding angels
longing to bless you and
kiss your feet...

Pain is red revenge
blood clotting grudge
swollen deep into the
cut that isn't you
while
healing is blue bliss
cool fluid forgiveness
soul soothing freedom
that is all the time you

I am like nobody

but you can't say

things like that

and come off humble

or modest as such

No I am not like you

before sunrise

i seek out mirrors

that burn with my reflection

I free my self every morn

before sunrise

deleting the gradients

between you and me

you see

I was born a super hero

from a land far far away

and I have not forgotten

I am a supreme badass

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 soul
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 crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic

They mocked her
And called her
Professor Big nose
That God refused to shape
her into identity
And woe to the woman
With non-existent eyebrows
They have shunned
her like the weak
Browed witches before her
Ain't sanctified with charmed
pendants like that
Exciting the fates in the
unseen ghosts
Ugly woman with the
Honey-glow and deep ancient eyes
lips too big and natural
They must be the flaw of her existence
She was too black for black
And too much of her as She

Moment by moment
Every drop of you
rescinds into
the dark place
of She
designed for you
to discover
the ancient particle of Her
which was craftily
buried within
your flesh
your breath
is Her in the divine
cloak of darkness
waiting for you
breaking you down
until you become
primordial soup...

You are some kind
of trapper
a mere shadow
I cannot grasp
but still stalking me

You've been clocking
me by the moments
ticking me in
with the favor
sugar daddy in waiting
superman subtle
you are a hunter
with sweet words
as your crumbs

I may follow you
to my sugary demise
candy killer
slow honey soup
on my tongue

I'll lick you up  
while you
smell so good

You are persuaded into
believing that you are only
flesh of flesh.
or blood from blood.
But there is more to it than this
your faulty beliefs about
yourself.
For you are a labyrinth.
a meditation on all things.
You are the fire that will
live on til eternity.
The forever awareness
realizing itself over and over
again for eons of love, light
and the reciprocity of being...

Today
I will put
these aging
feet on the bare
green Earth
again.

I will close my eyes
and feel the verdant energy
traverse thru my legs
up to the column of my spine

restoring
the fractures
in my soul.

Born organic
I belong to the Earth.

waking
the pure intelligence
within my body
in order to
find its way
Home.

Go to the Sea
and lumber in its air
until you feel
the iridescent breeze
will lead you to Her
Sea woman
ocean gypsy
with the night painted
on Her skin
She has shiny stars in
unkempt hair
find Her
remind Her
to walk like us
under the moon...

Be a raging storm when you must.
Just don't get carried away.

When you arrive
your presence
feels like
paper wings
in my tummy
you speak
in flutter
then I begin
to faint
and swell