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

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.

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

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...

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

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...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

I'm not going there
to the dark side of what
frightens you, darling

I am bewildered with
the songs of ghosts

I dream in prophecy
Got the proclivity towards
mastering hands on healing

Not knowing if my father
is dead or alive
I heard him dreaming

He spoke to me from
the clouds like he
was the lord

my lord was a happy
golden color with
the power to leave
these crusted old
familial wounds
of miscommunication
behind...

which has torn us
all asunder

I may have been
forgiven by them
those who once or thrice
had forsaken me

but I say I am a bewildered fool
not going to the dark side
just yet...

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

Tongue is good.
but not so dazzling
when it is trying
to be the truth.

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

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...

The dry bones have given up
they continue to seek their shelter
under a barren Sun
while the politicians
reek havoc

they blame poverty
on the penniless poor
and on the wounded warriors
whose feathers have been
clipped on purpose
and by design.

One day the truth will
inhabit the Earth
and shall reign again.
But not until you've suffered
long enough
and have thoroughly listened to
what is true of the plants
the trees the stars the moon
And yes that barren Sun.

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

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

I got bit yesterday
You said I taste
metal sweet upon
your lips

So I returned the favor
and sought you out
with the lashing
of my tongue

taking the edible
bits of you
my holy sacrament

The ego leads to suffering
but without these
challenges to your soul
who would you be.
none would aspire to greatness.
None physically phenomenal.
Just the knowing
of how you use to be.

I believe the sufferer
to be inherant
of the hu-man breed
and our hubris
innately our own.
but how else would
we get to truth
by failing error after error

It's all just a matter
of perspective
and still the Sun revolves
around me.

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

We were born
of divinity. you are
the infinite.
It was written
within us.
God wrote the codes
in us. You
Let them rise
the fractals of eternity
Let them rise and
search no further.
For death is the beginning
There is no end.
just peace. bliss and
the everlasting unknown.

I am a shapeshifter
a chameleon of
this world

I am forbidden
and sweet
an illusion
you've tasted
many times

I am the nerve of
your thoughts
unseen
on the billow
of impermanent
clouds...

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.

When you find love
then you are worthy
you will see a pattern
it does not wax or wane
like it is at the mercy of the moon
this is for foolish lovers
of the youth
but when love stays
like the stale in toast
this is what will make you full
keep you healing
True love is nothing
to write home about
But it will save you.