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

They said my love
would unravel you
then like cat's nip
would make you
chase me forever

After it all
I’ll be sitting by
The cello moon
Under a sprinkle
Of stars
I’ll be steady waxing the tides
And waning your cries
Licking ambrosian tears of
Salt and honey
from your cheeks
We could be
gravity in the living flesh
you and me
the sun a bitter remedy
We are all mending
taking turns being gods

It's not what you would die for
that has greater meaning
it's what you would live for that makes
it all seem timeless and worthwhile

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...

It's a balancing act.
We are kidding ourselves
if we don't accept it
and respect it.

America’s shadow
is projected
all over the Globe
and its not healthy
it is a sick child
waiting to be freed

but we repressed it
For far too long that now it
Is running the world

But not without
Demonizing it first
For it is
our deeper selves
out of balance
and a hero to most

Means freedom
For us to gather
as a collective
to heal ourselves
and to remain true

There must be light
For those who seek the
warm wisdom of the dawn

And there must be dark
For those who seek
to rest and heal
from its cool
effervescent shade

the balance of the
world will be shown
with love and simple
kindness

It all depends on you

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

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

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...

'The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth
uttering things not to be laughed at,
unadorned and unperfumed, yet
reaches to a thousand years with her
voice by aid of the god.'  (Heraclitus, fragment 12)

She curves into touches like neurosis
beyond the threshold of insanity
breeding desire into a lovely oddity

She mends the lie in facades to
empty them into our secrecy

With a banshee's throat
she splinters time's agonies
into the likeness of what
we ordered and
brings solitude to morning's arms.

She is of Sibyls.

Bold women who once dreamt
in ambiguous shadows and
lucent prophecies.

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.

They say my black
is not pretty
as if my hair is
not the color of the
night that holds
the moon in
all her silvery glory
as if dark
doesn't heal
the wounds of an
oppressive Sun
as if my eyes
aren't deep enough
to capture
a kaliedoscope of colors
as if my skin
doesn't glow
luminescent
soft enough to
inspire you to sleep
to dream up another world
with my wings
an opulent black
like a mirror reflecting
the whole wide world.

He played me
like a 3-chord riff
Old Johnny boy
Kiss the girls and
told every one of them
she was the one

I needed to believe him
black Johnny
with his slick honey tongue
talking and come singing like he
was a charmed cello box
build good bridges Johnny
you never know
when you'll need them

He spoke to me in runes
casted a spell on me
with his lips
then saved my broken pieces
for last
Good night Johnny
Enchanter of the song
bring me your candy even
if I'm wrong

I get so lost from you

daydreaming of revenge

on wolves who'd prey

on you

or how the

syrup from your lips

keeps me so drunk

I get enravelled

in the flesh

that I lose some of you

each time I bring the glory

to myself

So I try to daydream of roses

they are safe it's wise to say

for they will not lead

me away from you

towards the brimstone

and decay

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

Ghosts of mortal consciousness
plague those of us
who presume dying is for the dead
While the lack of depth
dominant in breath
ensures the weary bones
of our deception

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.

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He came as
clear as crystal
spoke to me
in cello notes
My body was not
my own but his
to strum and gently
tango with
He tasted like
sweet mead
lit tiny fires upon
my skin
I succumbed
consumed by
this holy muse...

She is talk
dreaming in him

Her spit  
bone dry

parched from the daily
Sun of him

she is ill
with his phony grins

he spins in
her head

sexting other
girls again

She is not
the priority

and it is
way too **** hot

on his
broken back burner again

his love
is safe and dry

her words
arid syllables

that sit dank
in her mouth

You are frequency
Some are high
but many are low
what frames you
is how conscious
you choose to be
take the long way around
or stop to feel
the instance of
pure consciousness
You are soul
I felt you coming
before you got here
Your energy
proceeds you
whether you know it
or not
Vibes don't lie

These days are dark days
filled with the empty
promise of light
somewhere the Sun
is unemcumbered
and it is clear as crystal sheets
but over here the Sun
dodges in and out
of the clouds even
the sky worries
will these slick movements
rest or will they
get the best of us

Io ti trovo / come se tu fossi dovunque /
in ognuno io ti vedo / io sono il seme /
tu sei il vento.

I keep finding you
as if you are everywhere
in everyone I see you
I am the seed
You are the wind

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.

Don't say a word

Just fill me with the void

Feed me your untamed madness

Your unstable ways

For I am the center

I am the middle of the storm

And we meet like two black holes

colliding into one another

Eating each other up