Should the seed of doubt implant
Inside familiar soil
Sunflowers of Faith
Would lose their trident grace

As I release that fabled breath
and sink into her lair
The spirits dancing on the air
usher me towards a beautiful death

Why hide from a punctual thing?
Waste numbered days conspiring

If you truly love God's might
Love what lies beyond life's light

I wish I could say,
"I wish I never met you"
and truly mean it

Power-lines pulse over-head
easy streams by our quiet lives
the unarguable benefactors which
caress each man they touch

soldiers waging war on insurgents
with power-lines along the boarder
In this narcotic drip submergence
we lose our peace in the name of order

the egotists shout with their power-line minds  
thoughtless words of each and every kind
At the promise of peace, wise men can see
the greatest peace springs from a tap into thee

I collect roses from up in her head
That is my sacred duty
Botanical gardens of thorn that I tread
To seek forgotten beauty

Stealing bouquets to lay under her bed
That she may find in the morning
She wonders why my hands are bloodied and red
I tell her, "My love, I've been working."

Oh where has my good friend gone?
I'm longing for my Autumn song
Since June I irked to hear the tune
Oh where has my good friend gone?

Perhaps he's lost in a shroud of smoke
Or hid behind my flask
Or altogether had a stroke
and rendered me a mask

Perhaps I let him get to close
Or took his time for granted
Perhaps he's wilted as a rose
Whose death the Sun commanded

Perhaps he's still alive and well
Perhaps I'll never know
Or walking lost like me in hell
below a laughing Crow

The puppet wakes to a bold new day
Touching all the familiar things
Seeing them in a strange new way
Soon enough - He finds his strings

Thinks himself it should allow
Takes a breath - Begins to climb
And finds the gift yet half-endowed

Come brothers, come sisters
Were having a feast
I'll tell you the tale
Of the man and the beast

The world is a beast
With no head to speak
And God but a Man
With no legs to stand

With nowhere to go
The Man climbed atop
The beast so subdued
With no way to stop

The beast was ashamed
For she was below
she carried the man
For she couldn't say no

The beast trotted on
While the man was light
But the reins in his mouth
Began to feel tight

The Man amassed
As beast succumbed
He'd forgotten at last
Who he stole his legs from

The beast was lost
in a maze of Man
A dire cost
just to stand

Thinking is best when as climbing a tree
Reach for the first strong branch that you see
Hoist your feet up - latch on at the knee
And dance as you ascend to the peak

Stop at the end or stop at a view
Each of these branches are wonderfully new
Eat high fruits and soon despise them
Spots another tree on the horizon

While you take pride in silent shelter
Find me screaming at the door
Burning middle-men of my lament
See the ashes you lick from my feet?
Only the sick cry for servitude - wake up
IT is no thing - wants and wills affixed on third string
The string is bright and thin - beware
Progress without patience
Is deformity
Cleverness Justifies
Wisdom Rectifies

Hello strange moon
With a half-bent eye

Your circling gaze
A tentative sigh

Tired it seems
Of orbiting me

"Let us be one,
Or show me a leave"

Collide and escape
To adventurous fun

Ode to embark
Apart from the sun

Know one thing - Know all things
Err the first thing - Doomed for suffering
Know one thing - The air can sting
The water drown - And the hydra sing

Falls in place - A rightly suited case
He always throws a fair stick to chase

Fissure the Mountain looming
His constant reminder too:
"My power is never moving,
I am greater than you"

"Oh what a jaded thing to say
You're just the same as us
For greatness is as swift as day
and life a fleeting gust"

Fissure the Mountain looming
Endure the chasm inside
See that you are both a blink
Beneath a giants eye

A whisper of genius heard
Or phantom in my periphery
Ever stalking me  

Each time I guess their meaning  
Each time I try
The spirits cry...

extrapolate and you castrate
exonerate and you evaporate
say it once more and it's dead

my restless mind dost strive to sleep
In vain I yawn and ponder on
furthermore the questions creep
were wake the night and not the dawn
In fact my yawn had strived complete

when I was young
likewise succinct

I played the strangest game but
not once did I await to think

as far as I could see
that beautiful game
meant nothing to me

I took in hand a hundred rocks
of every shape and stature
and each were judged upon my toss
as my other hand did capture

the first toss fit not half the group  
into my eager hand
the second trial marked a loop
and rule unto the land

In time (at last) I held the stone
and as far as I could see
a beautiful victor left alone
meant almost nothing to me

I deem the greatest those who stayed
by virtue of the game I played

Still suffering
For a stay-at-home life
Stale, boring, uninspired
Clandestine, cozy security
Direction null, for now
He'll make a story of you yet

all I know is
you have to make it yours
here take it! It's a thought you adored
but don't call it mine
and don't call it yours

Make it yours! Make it yours!
take it in, tear it up
but don't keep it safe
or its bound to disrupt

I really won't mind
I want you to have it
I don't fit you just right
but don't be so tragic

Let it live in your mind
let it steep in your sores
and don't be surprised
when my thought becomes yours

take it in, take it all
the world is free
to share itself
objectively
let it live in your mind
let it steep in your sores
and don't be surprised
when the world becomes yours

Each night I die a peaceful death
Each day I'm born anew

My former life a paling dream
Of which I cast adieu

Yet still I know of yesterday
As present selves require

I clean the cluttered day of din
my life, oh soul, inspire!

All I ever feel is change
And all I think is One

When feelings bind me to the Earth
Thought breaks towards the Sun

On senseless paths that I contrive
Each day I pay the toll

Each day of thirst I dare imbibe
The reservoir of soul

This passion beast we ride
Will never let us rest
Temperate souls remind us
That life is but a test

Yet the youthful ear
Awaits a greater sound
Yearning souls remind us
To hunt for the profound

The deepest humans fear
That our world has lost the light
Patient souls remind us
Everything will be alright

Spend the dull human days
Sifting through smoky dreams
Ancient souls remind us
What it all really means

Our doubtful human heads
Fall heavy to the earth
Faithful souls remind us
God’s will contain man’s worth

Pale wisdom – come and go
Provides a moment’s peace
Watchful souls remind us
Our intellect’s on lease

We’re dying for love
While we’re living for fear
Human souls remind us
We’re already here

cloaked in vague tapestries
woven of light
her eyes hold eternities
deep as the night

her golden harp hair
that sings in the breeze
her symphonic stare
brought the world to its knees

If our dreams were stars
she was the sky
who thought up a cloud
that started to cry

she was the shadow
cast over the day
and she was the wind
that blew her away

I am the spell cast
My circle river run
And I am the last dance
beneath a burning sun

many much, many more
the words are scattered on the floor
I kick them with my careless feet
until the poems themselves complete

Out on the brink of that infinite sea
The inimical tide
Crashing over me
Adventure and death
A beautiful turmoil
Ever so, I hold my breath
Peacefully loyal

Sensation smooths it likes to follow
Truth is sharp and hard to swallow

The eye serves forth a tasteful feast
Snares women dressed as hungered beasts

Redundancies in clarity
All's death and love in Verity

My Brush is Law
My colors creep
My canvas - an eternity
My higher mind combine all three
Each one is nothing without thee

My faithful Brush - where did you go?
Your bristles lost amid life's pallet
Stirring songs deep into the rainbow
We forget the first and last of ballads

Oh color - grand fixture of my slanted my eye
Is it that I'm deceived and really truly Blind?
If shown the fact in reason - A good man must decide
To believe in colors is not a curse - but the blessing of disguise

My canvas of creation - invisible inside
Through every smear you never stained and never once cried  
You hold the world upon your skin
Even when it has peeled and dried
Through life and death - through love and sin
My canvas stands - A silent friend

Scurry surface poet
there isn't much time
you've been swept by the stream
of the regular rhyme

If your words only go
to the places they know,
If they're nailed to the Earth
Then how will they grow?

Let them branch out
and watch them unfold
Let them ascend
and they'll never get old

My mind is a lightning storm
that's never calm or warm

Whose gale no temperance born
can weather free of harm

Whose rain like panic falls
upon a sinking heart

With weight enough to halt
a worried ships embark

My mind is a lightning storm
that's never calm or warm

Through the eye we man the helm
If peace must be this way:

A biding time between the swells
amid the static fray

Don't settle, don't stoop
To the men in the chute
Funneling through
A perpetual loop

The choices they made
were a crooked facade
Don't you know tainted lovers
All fall the same way

The sin that lives in every strain
Appears to some a noble vein
Time will rend, as evils bane
But the men aligned remain

For how could we forget
The eternity of echoes spent
Singing praise to harmony
An homage paid by all to be

And if my soul depart today
The ending note would surely stay
Commune to Him a final prayer
Let one more song afflict the air!

There isn't much reason to write-up a plan
If reasons all fail to explain
That a plan is not a power gate
You did not cause this flood
Of cause itself or any fate
You claim to rein above

It's completely different
And exactly the same

Perfectly simple
Infinitely complex


Sufficiently I'm born
Yet to the Ideal form

This mutual duality
defines my stark reality

Love, that pendant light
which in the night glows brighter
as you look away

We sleep in cubes
We walk in lines
Lets not be victims
Of the times

All I have to say about big business:
Where are the dinosaurs now?

many, much
many more
the words are scattered
on the floor

I kick them with my careless feet
until the poems themselves complete

many, much
many more
the path is shining
on the floor

I let the currents - low they sweep
take me away unto the deep

she's tremendous gravity
caught in orbit , I
fell for her all of my life

Of all the tasks our God has blessed
Poets rejoice in those of ***
To rip the heart from a beating chest
Cast it forth - and sayeth 'fetch'

do we not have faith in faith?
or a love of love?
and a hate of hate?

the death of death
marks the birth of life

truths I've seen
by the light of light

The thin Earth feeds another sprout
stifled seeds on the hills

The faithful man drowns in doubt
He is gifted with gills

It is in - and shall be out
the art of arts rings from words that sprout

with throat deep blue
and a mind to hue

the puppet on a string
knows only this is true:

he never wrote a thing.

These window screens that
Stretch like puny prison bars
And pollute my view

Lo I know they are
Invisible from afar
The curse of this house

Plucks a lonely note on His golden lute
My Lord save the seed - for I am the fruit

Walk with me - foot to foot
like mirrors gleam across the Earth

Press on me - I will too
Together we'll ascend to truth

Lovers of gravity
Will feel the pull from all sides meet

Our story of love
Like lighting a match
Starts with some friction
Just give us a scratch

Watch us ignite
Spontaneous, blinding
Heat and delight
Set the story unwinding

As we burn through the ages
Holding onto frail black memories
Faint embers of the first blast
Still warm today - by the living past

Now the end is near
And we know that glow will fade
Yet there is no fear
For our noble love is brave

A final shrinking moment
To share with you again
Before we share a wisp of smoke
Drifting in the wind

Cheer and hail for the greatest yet
The newest try in the lovers bet

Walks along a perfect line
Beasts of exquisite aim - avail divine

But why save praise
for those with faces
Or apparent desire
Or a kingdom thought higher

The rocks have faces
Streams return in the spring
As the birds do
And trees huddle and hold against forces of nature
As the men do

You beckoned me
I fell to you
and with our hands
you slowly drew
The picture; us

A single sound
Our single breath
In perfect time
In style, In step

The world stood still
I could have cried
This moments thrill
Has danced and died

angelic softness
of a genuine smile
sets her spirit unfurled
with a quiet laugh
she humbly cast
a perfect visage to the world

Sustainable life
Sounds boring and trite

If you stand there alone
like a rock in the night

How will you know
Just what can be

If you never let go
You can never be free  

Let your life touch the light
If only you dare

Let's explode through the sky
In one solar flare

Sitting long at the lonely pulpit
Great men raised in the arcane age
Will gaze at the fraught white nothing
Of an empty page

His torn and labored hands
In time begin to work and play
If service be the only way
then ever to listen, ever to pray

His temperate mind begins to ache
as thoughtless lines acquire shape
a crowning genius may invoke
the secret of divine pen strokes