Invisible handshake
& a red rose
are like a white cloud
floating in ecstasy
in a wide pillowed infinite sky.

Sometimes raining
sometimes chased
by a summer sun.

~~

Some things are too pure
human to pull into
the gutter of the mind.

He’d rather put a bullet
thru his temple
than undress her
with those filthy eyes.

some women
you drink with.
&
Some
you just die for.

Peace doesn’t always mean
something good.
I’ve seen different kinda peace
some are worse than wars.

You're in the mirror of my dreams
But I'm Eyeless to every hint.
You're wise, strong & kind
I miss you
This silence pierces me.

Perishable & torn
Thy soft skin bears deep cuts.

I wipe my tears
I run to see you one final time
But how can I bear the sight:
Bleeding, exposed & lifeless
Thy powerless form.

Born bare
&
Die bare
With cuts.

Life yea
it’s beautiful
wow & I’d hate
to crack it open
just to feed
someone’s curiosity

what a beautiful
wreckage

(or)
what a beautiful
weight

~~
what a beautiful
Life.

We're blind mutts
until we're desperate.

******* in the water
until we're lost in the desert.

I’m a crybaby
Lying on her lap—so deep.
Reading poems
I’ve written for her
She dares to believe.

She twirls~ my hair—
Twice—twice it entices —
Loving the way she ponders
Before she realizes.

I’m a crybaby
Lost in the night.

On her lap
I’ve found my lonely paradise.

Wisdom
Blooms
Wisdom
Wilts
If
Wisdom
Works
It
Moreover
Reawakens.­

~
Young clothes to age
dissolve & drift beyond the quiet grave
I may not know I may not know
The door with no unlocking key.

yet still Reality persists
A stream that ebbs & flows
Where Time & Truth collide
& I a wisp upon its shore.

~~

A lament—
mine pleasure?
A flower—
mine happiness?
They bloomed
with quiet splendor.

Yeah I plucked mine joy
for myself—
& left the stem hurting.
Does Lament now bloom in them?

Ahhh,
my beautiful Delph.

~
Oh listen, my desperate heart
At the young night Do not watch
Do not wish & do not start.
I'm powerless, injured & crucified—
Jittered, oft died & cried in yellow light.
Let not a thing be your wish
Don't wish for a thing
Don't.

wanna write more 'bout you

but f~ck—

my brain already
burnt all its fireworks.

No.

This ain't fair—
this is cruelty
dress'd in a lab coat
grinning like chemistry.

Ah f~ckin dopamine —

Blind
A frustrated mind
Sees nothing.

A positive aura from your side
When the day
craves the young night.

Don’t rebuke where you are
Don’t rebuke your slight.

In the orb of Arbiters
Surrounded by.

Perhaps human life
Is a flock of birds
soaring thru the sky

Perhaps the human mind
Is like an unearthed
Exciting thrilling science.

No matter
how much!
you refine or extend
perfection retreats
a mirage with no end~

~Perfection's got no end~

~
We capture recollections
exist in the now
sketching a destiny we may never reach.
Would you erase the past
 wipe it all clean
like waning tears dissolving into time
letting a momentary thought
  flow away
~~
just before you die?

for the mind's eye
the vision can be
darker & unreal

for the mind's voice
the whisper can be
provoking & manipulative

for the mind's thoughts
a great chasm, Canyon
 of ancient wisdom
achieved & level-unlocked
by inscriptions, Experience
& ages you stroll in this
peaceful & slowly rotting Earth
an ancient greybeards

for the mind’s wisdom
no thought is new.
  All things return
recycled as dust
as fire
as word
as prayer, as plastic.

I Can
~~
I can fly like the wind
everywhere & anywhere --
higher than birds
higher than clouds
splitting the sky as I tear thru air.
But do I belong?
~~

Magic!
&
Fantastic!
&
Unreal!

Isn't it?
...
~~

I am no longer human!

—I shed the aged disguise
~~~~~~~~Gliding~~~~~~~~~~~
~into an infinite, shapeless existence—
but where am I?
The sky is infinite & flexible
I feel so small...
Is this true freedom
or am I simply lost?

~~

I wished that I were He
Or
She were You  instead
But Time a fickle Artisan
Had other Hands  to Thread

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm buzzing like a bee
wings frantic
& no one gives a f~ck.

I don’t know what’s going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm singing like a canary
caged criminally
a melodious chirp misspent on deaf ears.
Seriously,
no one gives a dammn f~ck.

I don’t know what’s really going on!
& I don't know why—
I'm writing philosophy
However unaware of my own life's philosophy.

Broken wings
no longer able to fly high.

Dazed, befuddled by the actors around me—

Sometimes
I wonder...
Am I a bee, a canary
dreaming of being human?
Or a human
dreaming of being a bee & a canary,

flapping, buzzing
singing in a language
no human will ever understand?

Her eyes & her—man
—At the same time
Squeezed lemon on mine
—bleeding sore—
Both stinging
—At the same time!

Jailbird—a prisoner—
of a done crime—

Her eyes—trap mine—
weaving mine
—every poetic line.

She looked at me
I looked at her
Obviously  true love

So we both looked away
Quick, before someone
catches us..… caring

The end. (Thank God.)

Emotions? Disgusting
We almost had a moment
Close call.

Good thing
we’re both highly trained
emotionally unavailable professionals.

Catch feelings?
Please !!!
I’d rather catch the flu.

Ohh
Mrs. Brilliant Chemist
Marry me
Don't resist!
Feed me~
With homemade psychedelics
Make my mind
Spin like a twist!

~~

D izzy

~~~

It’s not something
to fret nor worry about!
It’s just a phase
& a play of the world you're acting in.
Acceptance is the great solution—
Bear it for now!
Just as night surrenders to day
& it arises
Sorrow will go away
& joy will bloom like roses ~~

Aromatically
&
beautifully
&
magnetically.

I love you.

People say
Closed eyes see nothing
So,
Hey, nothingness?
My nothingness, such a seraphic...
~~
When my eyes are closed
All I see is beauty
The angelic face of yours.
~~
-A universal hint!
Both reality & a dream,

~As beautiful as you seem~

Any time
Every time
It makes my mind strive~

~A restless power~

Starving!
Starved for desire
Not in the way a ball rolls
But in the depth of my love's goals~

~Love~

I was young & free
when the clouds were young
as well
but I aged sooner.
They still float
while I fall
thruu time
Women,
Family,
Bills,
&
Lastly
Jobs?
(Maybe tomorrow…)

Day
by
day…

I barely remember
what it felt like
to fly.

Oh clouds & I

You smell like gardenia
as in late spring.

I'm walking away
for I might pluck thee—
& you’ll wither by dusk
after a day.

For thy sake
I'm walking away
& waiting for another
fierce bloom of May.

You wrecked my time
with every surprising rhyme.
Once in a while!
You slowed down, stood still & sped
Allowing my illusions to be Fed.

You made me think
I’m bless’d~
The old-fashioned way
you’re dress’d.
My eyes are spellbound
&
I’m obsess’d.

Lost in your thoughts
&
Lost in your way
My eyes
Are madly restless today.

Oh, my Love—stab my eyes—
destroy my eyeballs!
Wait No!!
The final solution—stab me instead—
stab this House of breath
until you're sure I'm—dead!

The world looks better
when it’s not looking back.
a photo doesn’t ask you
to pay rent
or get sober.

it just sits there
pretty
quiet--
crooked
honest in a way life never is

Thy eyes
they lie.
the camera doesn’t.
it just
clicks.

It Just captures !

Don't love me
~
I'm powerless
&
frail like a bound ower
Paralyzed & chased
Plucked like an innocent flower
For thy vanity & egoism
For thy agility & False altruism
a sip of lies
Like a sip of whiskey
Both bitter & sour
Float from lips that once bloomed with power.

Don't love me

Powerless --

Oh, her raven hair tied with a white scrunchie
how it shimmered like night around the
  moon.
I longed to weave
wild daisies & cherry bloom
Thru her touch
thro' those strands, soft as love letter
  never sent.

Then perhaps my dream
  like a mad, golden butterfly
would flit, dance and burn on those blossoms
  brief, bright & utterly hers.

Seek to understand the humanity
within those differing views—
along the road of visions
a highway, potholed, dusty, muddy
& infinite.
  Psychologically
grub along like a hitchhiker
on the road of Visions!
  where visions & perceptions
reshape the path to wisdom.

~~
Hitcher on the road
hitcher on the road—
of visions.

~
I could resist
I could!
Oh surely
I swear I could.

I need no anesthesia
No Anesthesia or numbness
Darling~
Please

Come over me
  My Dr. Sweet Anggie please
    I implore you!
Take your razor-edged scalpel
   Only you!
Make a safe incision.

With your soft warm hand
   Wrench my heart away from me!
 Detach my pumper & leave me whole.
    Undo my pumper with my brain
  So I may cease this non-physical war!

 Let the blood flow torrentially & free,
   Like lunatic waters in breaking dams &
 rivers.
I care not!
  I want it nevermore.

Take it it’s yours!

I want it nevermore
  Take it it’s yours.

~~

She Said,
“I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And now…
Time is gone.
Time is gone.”
~
& after all, what did he reply?

~
She is mute
&
I'm blind.

A curse
Spelled in black magic
Leaking, evermore.

ufff

Grief floods
Lament gushes
Not blood.

Lesion //Leak
Forever.

The Unknown Tower
Quiet & deserted.
A way to the top
The elevator hums, rising.

I step out.
I open the door, enigmatic.
I close the door,
Turn the kn⁰b…

Instantaneously
The cold metal snaps in my hand!
I am locked out.

A voice
Deep Inside !
"Have a glance."

Down,
Down, down,
Down,
Down, down…

I peer over the edge—
Acrophobia strikes!

A war ignites between me
& my unknown ‘Someone.’

I hear the voice again
It is not mine.
Or is it?

I scramble, trying to fix the kn⁰b,
But that 'Someone'—
Powerful, cunning—
A puppet master, a gaslighter,
A shadow pulling the strings.

I can’t think anymore!
Thoughts crumble like shredded paper!
Or did ‘Someone’ crush them for me?

"Do a high dive to nowhere!
Do a high dive to nowhere!
Do a high dive to nowhere!"

The voice pounds like a drum.

Drive,
Drive, drive, drive, drive,
Drive, drive,
Drive…

"My bébé, drive."

Once again,
The table is yours.
The table is yours.

Step forward.
Hesitation wanders, the fear of loss.
Look down.
No acrophobia!

The tower does not end.
The fall never stops.

I turn
& there is no door.

Goodbye.
Will you die to find yourself?

~
It's strange to miss a stranger.
~~

~
She hove into view
drawing near.
We hu~mped
pleasure turned to fire.
I woke
lost in possession
my nod now twisted
into wickedness.

~~
Now,
anything she wants
anything she rules!

~
Anything
~~
Anything

The lemon
Not sour & acidic
But sweet & delicious.
Lemon
All I want is "the lemon"
For my every life.
Not ballin’, not wealth
Not power
Just the lemon
Golden & wild.
Nor wisdom!
I’d rather go blind
Rather go dumb
Just to taste a lemon light.
Beautiful & sweet lemon.
Lemon.

I'm going mad !
am I just f~ckin slow
or are these mozzies
on some
sort of speed trip?

Irritating
               Sopranos

‘‘T.. e
           e
              e
                 eeeeeeeeeee’’

The ..

Flash
~
   dash
~~
     vanish
~~~

Every swat I make
just goes to waste.

The angel
Draws the Glock
With a swift flick of motion
Pulls the trigger
A bullet rips through your core~
As it strikes
The truth unveils
The show begins.
You kick & slam
But the enigmatic door remains~
You gave it your all
Concluding the telecast
Your white sore in a red hole
Rot, maggots & gore.
A true crucifixion of your soul.

~Burning in vengeance~

Now you face the mind~
A chasm carved by arrogance.
& now,
I become the angel
Trigger poised in suspense.

There's a Play
~
There's a play,
& you are the actor.
Sadly,
you don't know the script
or the story to follow.

You still perform
aware or unaware.
It’s an enigma.

Scene by scene,
sequence by sequence,
Drama
Suspense
Romance
Mystery
Tragedy
Thril­l
horror
Adventure
Action..... More's

a floor of diverse genres.

Each performed scene
Hints & Script to the next,
a prelude to another act.

~
Look ahead
what’s coming next?
Are you ready to act?
& remain unpaid?

And then, the intermission...

leading to
unfathomable End.~

The End ~~

My Act//Scene of writing
this is successfully ended !

The End finally ~~

For Humans

What is most perilous
& chaotic?
Is it the ghosts? The viruses?

No
It is the self.
The Self.
The Brain.
A hidden sage
a wrecking ball
a firestorm in silence.
No alien force
could match
the tiny brain
the mighty peril of the human.

Let your sore bleed
Let the soldiers speak
The pain of the military
The soldier’s war poetry.

~~
The dog crying in the streets
Listen to the news of the devil

~Crossroads~

A glimpse of the red light!

~~
The speed of green tank wheels
The sound of fear that the night reveals.

~.                                          
Seriously
When it's said
  some words can haunt & pierce
deeper, sharper & more brutal than a blade
~the pallid blood flows 24/7 from your vein
    driving your mind to madness to pain.
~~
That cut, Gothic & red
   an open, hemorrhagic gate
never heals, never fades.
  And the pain
it will remain
  it will remain
~
Always
&
Forever
&
Permanently
.
~~

Just like a torrential flow
Thy remembrance~
Lamentably remains
Like stagnant waters in my drain.

We all live once—they say—
But we ****** & are murdered—
many times—In many Forms—
committing crimes—
and also falling victim to them—
In sin—in virtue—
In love—in sacrifice—In many Forms—
We die & are reborn!

I can't dominate
my cognition
it's a ******' storm
a wild tide
I’m sinking in it
wrapped in it
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition
I could fly
travel in time
leave God behind
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think
beyond boundaries
As I imagine
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's
More's
More's.

~what if~