Bring back the night
Bring back the memories,
Of simple small talk
Boisterous egos
Promulgation's of our truths.

I've already sealed and bound
Those simple talks
In my book of life.
That day,
I risked my sanity.

I threw myself at the amber colored waves.
Where ghosts await my ascension.
And I whispered,
I whispered to you
and was met with flames.
They felt so warm,
Till my lips moved towards yours.

From my own volition,
From yours (so I'd hope).
The inner dialogue is confused:
But I'd rather be confused
With you near.

Speak softly,
 The words that leave your mouth
  Gently enter my soul
   Leaving their mark
    In the absence

Speak loudly,
 I hear them
  Laughing, crying, singing
   Dancing in my heart
    Loving

Speak surely,
 So that I have no doubt
  When you’re gone
   When I’m alone
    When you’re in love

Speak beautifully,
 To remain true
  To remain pure
   To remain independent
    To remain you

Speak poetically,
 So I remain me
  For before I met you
   I didn’t have words

Speak honestly,
 And I will stay
  Even when it hurts
   Even when the words sting
    To give you my heart

I wish to be a stone
That all at once enters your thoughts
As natural as the earth beneath your feet
As necessary as the soil that brings life
As subtle as the trees that bring air.

For if I were a stone,
I would be immobile
I would be where you stumble
I would be heavy enough to weigh down your thoughts
But light enough to pick up and keep.

For a stone is solitary,
Lifeless, and Brilliant
and from its lack of movement
Able to remain steady
In the ocean that pours over.
I could remain that way
As a Stone, Or as a Dream.

Taken from experience,
ENLIGHTENMENT
Entanglement
Ripe for the pickins'

The tree of
Lords twelve
No thirteen
No One disciple
Along tar plates

The city-scape
Escapes the truth:
ENLIGHTENMENT
Means nothing

I'm learned,
but I do not see.
Takes my eyes
and bury them in the tree

Time is of no form
Formless
Desiring body
That is truth!



Scattered forever.

My verse is free
******, malleable, ever changing
From sadness, to peace
The cavernous confines expand
And my heart is lit aflame

My words are simple
Visions, prophesies, fortunes
From death, to life
The time between dilates
And my soul is lit aflame

My tone is steady
Musical, poetic, evolving
From anger, to gratitude
The space between magnifies
And my voice is lit aflame

My steps are fast
Running, wild, assured
From sedation, to waking
The road in front broadens
My body is lit aflame

I had a dream, that you laid still
As I wrapped your naked flesh
In elegant red silk

The color of my desire
Plastered onto you
Like the exalted paintings
Of the Sistine Chapel

Goddess of love
I call your name
Eros!
And carve your name into my flesh

Intoxicated by your body
I can't abide my thirst
I rest in the caress of your destructive flesh
Gone forever

Now I linger
In decrepit brothels
Searching for you, Eros
But poor beggars and cheap swill await
I find myself, chocking on their perfume

I'll dream of you
Imagining a lucid night
Sinking into your flesh
The canals of glorious Venice
Magnanimous beauty
I'm your hostage

I weep at the ruins of my sanctuary
The possibility of loves remains
Scattered, ashen bones
That which held the heart
Securely
Blown away by the wind
Ravaged by kerosene flames

The feelings of those
Destined to lose
The halls of my sanctuary
The painting now warped
Acrylic melting off the canvases
Impeccable of expressions
Now a pile of dust
My heart still beating,
I await the knife

The gardens of my sanctuary
Overgrown with weeds
Unkempt grounds
With broken statues lining the fountains
Where once baptismal fonts filled with holy water
Now lie with acidic libations
They burn my flesh
My sanctuary is gone