a blue flower
a runner's shoe
a sun that's shining
a ride that's new
a person laughing
a cat in the window
a melody rising
a happy widow
a twisted drum
a soft goodbye
a pretty face
a peaceful sigh
a libra calling
a buttoned shirt
a crab with claws
a cut that hurt
a white smile
a bullet punch
a hiked up skirt
a snack to munch
a disco sound
a plant that's green
a piece of paper
a ballet scene

Chasing each moment,
as a pendulum swings on and on.
Dancing in the flight
of a sensitive mystery.
When the light switches on,
I stand there frozen.
An emotive string flows
through me and throughout.
The laws of unrequitement
damper all the smiles.
The flaws of each entity,
tear my soul thin as ice.
I know what must be done,
but can't bring myself
to let go.

try and fathom what I imagine
through the stars and all the fractions
I find something new
then I grab it
Star Trek, more real than it ever was through my child eyes
went from elementary to overcoming common lies
believe in something wild
'cause my sauce isn't mild
it's all or nothing
when it comes to exploration
leave no man behind
but don't abuse the mind
only the smart can see the smart
intelligence is a science, but it's art
each eye sees different
we're all on separate frequencies
but that doesn't mean
you should put yourself beneath me
we're equals
and in mind and heart
we're nothing alike
and don't look if you'd like
but I've got something to show you
I don't even know you
but we're equals for life

it is as if

i have been here before

only

it is different now

time and time

again

i find myself here

in tears of joy

meeting my friend

named 'time & connection'

As soon as you make something seem terrible,
it becomes
slightly terrible.

Someone could be using that very something in a good way,
but as soon as someone comes up with a bad way it could be used,
that thing becomes tainted by thought.

Those people ignore the good in that thing,
and imagine a bad future with it,
creating a taboo that is almost inescapable.

Our thoughts create our future.
Give things a chance.
Think positive.

The future is in our hands.
It is also in the hands of bad people.
We must coexist and cease blame on things.

I thought by loving him,

I was loving him;

when in reality,

by loving me,

I am loving him.

I'm feeling like a clut,
as you're putting all these colors through my veins,
and I'm ever-so tangled in the faux thought that it could possibly flourish
into something so occult that it would devise a new world of its own, entirely.

But what I didn't examine
was the false hope you stored in my abode of a heart,
by simply being your own and hankering my mind and flesh,
projecting love in an entirety of positive epilogue, sure to soon diminish...

She said she wanted to walk every inch of the Earth's soil, just to see it.
But when she had the chance, she hesitated.
Listening for direction, the wind blew by;
and she never knew why
she never walked at all.

When you want to be something, be it.
Don't complain about not being it.
That is all I will say on that subject.

You can choose to listen & react to the negativity, or you can just live freely and wait for them to see that they were wrong.
Actions are always louder than reactions.

I feel like I'm living in a circle,
because I've been here before -
From a bright angel
to a goddess *****.
I am not happy,
but I am not sad..
Indifferent maybe, just a tad.
It's been a while
since I've seen this place.
It feels kind of good,
like my own outer space;
A mystery,
but one I've already solved.
So is this part two?
Or has it yet to dissolve?
It's like the Dark Ages,
but my darkness is home.
When I leave:
merely a temporary roam.
If I cannot bathe in evil
and I cannot eat the gold,
then I must do something
before I unfold.
Twisted as twine
and blank as a slate,
liking it here,
but planning escape.

A man in a flower shop… What a sight! He doesn’t know what to do, how to pick, where to look. Too many colors! Too many choices! I’m not sure what she likes…
What a weakness it is, to be a man next to flowers… Something so fragile and so beautiful, it makes him look stagnant in a world of much flow.
Then, in walks F. Scott… What are you?! You look mighty fine by this Rose. Do the thorns disrupt you? Do the petals leave you longing?
I thought you had a thing for Kichijoten-- in her Temple; next to the Sakura blossoms of Japan…
My, my. You can’t be part of the Lost Generation; I think you’ve found your place! As I look for mine by the Cattails and fresh Dahlias…
Have you seen these bunches of Baby’s Breath?? Sincerity only costs $3.95; it’s much more expensive nowadays… They don’t even play Jazz music here… What are you doing here, Fitzgerald? I know you aren’t here for the Hyacinths…
Has someone slain your heart again? My heart was slain many times, but everything happens for a reason, right Francis??
I know you have a thing for Gold, come check out these Daisies…and brighten your day. Don’t fret. Don’t fear. Loosen your heart and let it be free. I’m here. And everything is okay.
The Daisies? Really? Awful choice… I was only kidding about those.

facts bounce off me like rubber
wisdom sticks to me like glue
why is it i cannot remember
all of the things that i do

when i am lying wide awake
and think of all things near
i can always remember
the reasons why i am here

i may forget quite a bit
but it doesn't matter to me
as long as i know what truly matters
i will always remain free

She slides down the bed like a serpent on a tree.
She moves like the ocean, and she's coming for me.
Her hair is like silk, and her eyes are divine.
Her lips are so soft, and her **** is my shrine.
She dances so slowly that I have to weep.
She asks to come in, and I'll be hers to keep.
Her toes start to curl as I bite her powder neck.
Her scent keeps me sane, for I am a wreck.

not the healthiest thing
but the best thing for me
'cause I won't shoot up a mess
and I won't swallow poison
that infects the organs within

the soul with the open mind smokes
and the ones who build gates don't
unless you're fighting an addiction
and I know it isn't fiction
'cause I've been through it all before

or maybe save a little money
when being broke cannot be funny
'cause after a long while
we all get a little sore

but I still love her[b]
and it will settle me down
when the sun is rising
or I'm leaving the town :
the alternative to deficiency

'cause we all go blind at times
when the circus chimes
and it's time to go
but just take it slow
inhale, and then glow

I have been all of them...

So,
how could they shock me?
and
how could I not understand them?

They are me
from the past -
this is for certain,

but am I them
from the future?
This is unknown,

and most likely, unlikely.

We wanted to grow old,
but no, we didn't know..
And after the best years pass,
we yearn to have them back.

Sometimes, we ourselves do not even realize our own faults,
until they are so blatantly pressed to our eyes
that we cannot refuse to feel the heat seeping from underneath
and burning with each touch our hand releases to the outside world.

Then, we either find ourselves trying to eliminate these faults,
or we wait until they eliminate all that is good in us
to the point that we no longer know what is right from wrong,
and we no longer remember who we were as a child.

That person whispering in your ear, it can be you or someone else,
but know, it will tell you not what you want to hear,
but what you need to here, so go.

luring pixies into your swamp
as i catch fireflies on my tongue
we all have our habits, don't we?

Ain't it funny?
Happiness ashore, and you're
swimming out for money.

Some things are not
What they seem
Is it a river or
Is it a stream?
When only perfection
Is seen in the eyes of love,
All is tender light,
But when love is
Doused in reflection,
Who are we really
Thinking of?
What is in sight?
A selfless act
Refracted by a
Selfish acquisition,
Which withers away to
Nothing, from its
Original position.
What heights,
We walk
To appease our hearts,
When hearts
Are almost never appeased.

I tried to get all my love from one person.
I tried to make him give me everything.
I wanted something that didn't exist.
A clone of me: to go where I go,
And do what I do, and agree with what I say.
That doesn't exist.
I wanted him to be my answer to eveything.
No, it couldn't be.
I realized this was foolish.
One person can't do that.
There's a reason there is so many of us:
To play different parts.
Not be the same.
So I realized, I had to get certain things from others
And not him
And this was not a betrayal
Or a battle
This was letting go of what wasn't real.
What isn't real.
Finding others to love me the way he can't,
Just as he finds others to love him
The way I cant.
I am not invincible or all-knowing,
Though I like to think I'm close.
This lesson is just one more reason
To call me little
Oh how much more is hiding in the slits of my brain
I'd love to see, though it's painful
Knowing the truth
Knowing things you thought you loved
Don't even exist
The things you wanted
That you'll never have
But in hopes of gaining something in return I guess
Maybe not as full or tasteful
But it's something
And it's healthy, because it is a balance
So you learn to live with it
And let go
And enjoy the freedom of it
Because you were trapped before
And confused, certainly
Not anymore
You know the right from the wrong
And it's only a matter of execution at this point
A great start
A great beginning
Hello love
Hello world

Pay no attention to that circle.
We're here now:
the real me,
& always you;
just us two.

You're like ******
Make me hurt so bad
But whenever you're away
I want you
Just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time
Bring out the best in me
Don't let it fade away
Withdrawals without you
I'm not myself
I know I shouldn't
But just one more time

It used to be simple,
but life is not a freebie.
Now I find myself searching,
but people cannot see me.
I'm learning all the facts,
but my memory is whack.
I am right on time,
but I am right off track.
What is time anyway?
You ever thought of that?
I put myself before the clock,
so I'm next up to bat.
I take a swing and I dream
about life as a welcome mat.
If more people opened up,
then everyone would think like that.
Cut my hair for something fresh,
so I don't have to spend the cash.
Working hard to carry on,
remembering just where I'm at.
So much stress in each chapter,
but please don't ever look back.
Life is full of hope and darkness,
nothing is ever exact.

Never had a real best friend,
but I got myself a cat.
Never liked to be alone,
but I'm happy where I'm at.
Never had good taste in clothing,
but I've managed to look good.
Never did very well in school,
but I did the best I could.
Never really put myself down,
but lately I've been lost.
Never put a price on myself,
but I feel I'm paying a cost.
Never been too unrealistic,
but now I'm chasing tides.
Never had much head trouble,
but now I don't know how to thrive.
Never was very decisive,
but I've accepted my mistakes.
Never liked to have regrets,
but I love the lessons I take.
Never traveled far from home,
but I've done my part in the streets.
Never knew just what I wanted,
but I've got everything I need.

How do you do?
I sit and look at you --
Something that quacks
is a duck,
but you are not a mirror;
you have no frames,
no glass,
no sharp edges,
but you do have a reflection,
and it looks just like me.
So, how do you do?
Do you stare back at me too?

i can:

flip a switch
just for you;
sometimes i do,
forget how to

flip a switch;
one day it's on,
then it's off,
and i am gone.

i get lost
when in love;
lose myself
to some kind of

dark energy
taking hold of me;
flip it off
then i am free.

something inside
tugging away,
causing me
to toss and sway -

with so many
wordly distractions,
and so many
wild interactions;

with such embrace
and so much joy,
we have no reason
to set decoys.

you fell in love,
it was with me;
why can it be so
hard to see?

flip a switch
until it's habit
give me patience;
i'll give you practice.

don't look away,
and i will not
look away
like i was taught.

you have me,
battles won;
no one else
can overcome.

flip a switch,
i will do.
flip a switch,
for me and you.

I hurt you
to see if you really feel at all.
Turns out
you feel more than I thought.
And now
things have gone askew.
I am torn
and missing you.
All while
you live in your cave.
And I
live in my corner.
Away from
all that is real.

I think anything we can imagine
exists somewhere.

Maybe not in this world,
but somewhere out there.

When the curtain falls,
it leaves a path of energy.

When I leave your room
I feel the synergy.

I could never ignore
feelings that enter me,

so I will end with saying:
we are infinity.

I'm in love with your mystery .

Maybe I don't deserve to be loved back . . .

I'm not very mysterious .

I am an open book .

It makes no sense ;

I want you to be open ,

but I am in love with your mystery .

What do I do ?

This is a catch 22 . . .

The trees' fruited seeds are feeding us
Like a mother's nutrience feeds the fetus in the womb

The world is round around us and we are within it -

Like blemishes on the skin,
Mushrooms bloom from the carpet of our home

The birds - a bacteria,
feeding on what is already dead

and the oceans -  our water
The current, everchanging

The wind -  a musical digestion
Flowing through the veins of every atom

The sky - our air, the sun -  our strength,
And the evil our eaten

Because of what is passed along to us

built on wishes
like snowy roads and clementines
never fully sinking in or forming
into the endless avenues of adventure
and taking things way too far

then suddenly
BOOM
here you are

b i r t h
is imminent

d r e a m s
are real

i m p o s s i b l e
is done

you are here with me
f o r e v e r

They say not to use the word "it" in poetry,
because it is too obscure,
but I still use it,

Because why bother waiting around for others to understand,
when "it" could be anything you want it to be.
And who is "they" anyway?

Cherry blood is always good, because it's dark and it means no artery was hit. You're still alive. You're living. That's why I sometimes don't understand the big fuss my principal made when I took off the sweatband on my wrist. Or maybe it was the vice principal. Either way, the school counselor was called in, and so were my parents. Looks of shock. Confusion. Why? They all asked. But I had no reasonable answer. I was young and innocent -- a feeling I'd love to regain, but at the time, I wanted the opposite. Maybe I did it for the excitement; the thrill. Some said I was just "a troubled child"; it will pass. Others said I was "disturbed" or "depressed". But these are just words. I know what I was. I wanted the attention; I wanted to get caught, until it actually happened. After my mom paid a psychiatrist $350 three different times, I told her I was okay; I stopped doing it; Please don't make me go back. And she never made me go back. And I never did it again.

you were a prisoner of your own thoughts,
and i visited your cell far too often

Should one cast out all darkness
in another containing light?
Or is darkness oh so necessary,
and this is simply not my fight?
I found you unexpectedly,
in a field of bundled hay
which unraveled with your touch.

You chose me and I chose you,
so why is it that it seems like news
every time that you say, "I love you,"?
You told me we are forever,
but that was months ago...
& with all the changing weather,
you never know who wants to go.

They always make me leave first.
Is it me? Am I blind?...
I'm dying like the fall leaves' thirst;
Do you love my body or my mind?
I guess it could be much worse,
so why am I so skeptical?

They say "when you know, you just know,"
and you are such a fine spectacle,
but something deep down cries;
Maybe I'm a perfectionist.
I want you so much more
than I could ever speak with words,
I try to draw it out,

but everything just comes in herds,
and I'd hate to overwhelm you,
because you are the reason I even speak.
But my heart is aching every day;
my love is strong, but I am weak.
I've got so much care to give;
My doctor told me I'm an addict.

He meant much more than drugs.
I say love is madness.
We always change the ones we love
and put them in a vase
above all of our accomplished goals,
water them down until they grow old.
What is love? Am I sold?

when we are always shifting.
How do I choose
the man of my gifting?
I ache at the thought of going
just one day without your lips,
when all is healed just with your kiss.
Are you enough? Am I?

Speak to me. Why silence?
Your darkness consumes my light,
but then your breath awakens
and my stomach becomes tight.
I briefly forget what's wrong from right,
and sink away in your bliss.
I see the cracks,

and there is a god shining through;
I worship you.

There is no lull.
The weight has shifted.
My world is shook.
A layer lifted.
The time it took.
I think I missed it.

doesn't matter what you want from me
won't sing you a ******* symphony
won't do much of anything

I've thought of all that I could do some day
won't tell you what's the price I pay
won't tell you what I got to say

know lots of things maybe I shouldn't know
doesn't matter 'cause it is so
scoped out highs and lows

just another dot on the map like you
wouldn't matter if I swum or flew
doesn't matter what I say or do

something comes out of everything but nothing
you are respected for living
for taking and giving

doesn't matter what you took or gave
'cause I'll still keep my ways
and my best kept secret is me

, Because I am not done with you;
I want you so bad,
But the timing is not right:
But through the years of hibernation
of my soul and yours,
I must continue to lust
So many fish in this sea..
So do not take it wrong;
Do not take it personal;
You are still my favorite flower.
Just wait for me;
Some day, I will be done hurting everyone else,
And I will make my way to you.

Cannabis: the female plant:
here to implant: a new world,
ruled by Ladies &
worshipped by Gentle Men.
Could you imagine...
the world's beginning again?;

the backwards thoughts of a hem:
the glimmer of a precious gem...
not only the gem itself,
or the structure of its features,
but a time of lovely leisure:
a shrine of kind procedure

in which the stone is looked upon:
a world has come; a world has gone...
and still, a throne to sit upon,
and yet that throne is empty,
though full of kings and centuries,
the twine spins on and on...

The world is but a fallen leaf,
that cannot fall without gravity:
a force that joins with other forces:
a climb that is filled with all rejoices,
sang by entities of all kinds;
filled with soul and filled with mind.

Unfortunately, opposites do attract,
& I had to learn this the hard way, five different times,
before I realized,
I need what I do not want,
& I must learn to want just that -- what I need,
or happiness will never follow fluidly;
only lust and tears
& many late nights and stomach aches.

Te hablo del amor,
y el amor desaparece.
Te digo permanece,
y te desvaneces.
Ninguna palabra puede
hacer que te quedes.
Solamente el silencio
sabe la verdad.

just living
is a rebellion
the singing and the screaming
collide into one
each day
I work for someone
who I do not know
I give them money every day
because we all have to pay
just for living
the composer turns his hand
he asks for us to stand
and we do
as the sitter is exiled
and the new rules are filed
we look to the stars
a world in denial
to freedom
who’s your father
beg for martyrs
because we all
do nothing
at all
like hermits in a shell
inside the cage
we walk the streets
and work the wage
circles of beings
and tireless days of occurrences
with brand new acquaintances
living just the way
they were yesterday
giving everything
to someone above us
equality irrelevant
I don’t like the smell of it
something’s gone cold
we all grow old
let us all blossom the way we desire
be the pet’s owner
that sets the pet free
look in the eyes
of a soul
and let it be
we will surely be thankful
for all the degrees
a smile and laughter
will come from beneath
take off your role
throw in your sheets
uncover your lost soul
find what you need
powerless fusion of hope
grind your teeth down
do what you please
no stress over spilt milk
we are the meek
don’t open your mouth
simply to speak
say something worthwhile
or silence indeed
waking on pillows
justice to sleep
with a head so heavy
that it is light
and a dance so quick
that it goes something like
rapid melodies drifting
into a time
a time that is new
something that’s right
with wishful thinking
you gain delight
but think or think not
I know what I don’t want to know
it fairs me well
while you fancy the rest
the drill is in the ground
just close your eyes
don’t make a sound
give out a smile
come hang around
because just living
is a rebellion
each day
I work for someone
I don’t even know
I still walk with my feet
for now
even though

You make me betray my instincts.
...a constructed fool,
built from lies.

You drag me down and pull me up.
...a puppet show,
waiting for applause.

You fill me with false hope.
...an endless gesture,
futile as dry dirt.

each step

is merely

one stage

leading to the next

so that we may

perform

again

and

again

as they boo

and they clap