You linger
as I lurk,
and we tie a bow with our thoughts.

Cuidado, cuidado!
A man so rare,
with lips so near...

How could I --
What could I do?
Cuidado.

You underline the thoughts I speak,
and sense the rancid smell I leak,
and climb the trees I once resided in.

Cuidado, I say,
But correr, I do,
It is not easy, when there was one, and now two.

It is not my instinct to love a woman
who speaks with ease
It is not my instinct to love a spider
who hunts in trees,
But I

could tell you one thing:
When I was young,
I hated spiders
I also hated cooked carrots

Then I learned
to give things a second chance

How do you do?
I might fancy you...
or him, or her
or them

What was once detested
is now invested
in my meal
in my life

Who was once just a passerby,
I now sit and wander why
not infuse love in them?

Like tasting new fruit,
Like trying new things,

Must we always reject
what remains
after we cast out our pleasures
and resist our pains?

Could a man's lips to a man
be something so vein?
A woman's ******* in her hand,
something so insane?

We fear what we cannot grasp
We laugh at what is not funny
We do what we are habituated to,
but life is more than old and new

Acceptance is obtained
when one accepts
When one accepts,
they can run miles,
can be anything, anyone
What fun!

Gayety is great
*** is good
Different kinds of trees
make different kinds of wood
When one learns about wood
all wood seems good,
because all wood is good

After realizing this fact,
a weight is lifted
off the shoulders
and into the light,
where all can see

Those left behind,
will worship ancient shrines
with answers from yesterday
yearning to explain today

Those picky,
those sickly,
the one's who hate veggies
the one's who can't see
what a shame to be...

To dismiss the colour pink
when one grows up as a tomboy;
as a  stubbornness  
with a covenant
of no change

Homosexuality as a learned behavior,
Heterosexuality as an instinct;
Objektophilie...
vise versa, vise versa:
who cares! Nowhere

Like tasting new fruit,
the acceptance of taste
will form
what was never there before
If not,
this fruit will disappear,
never to exist in your presence
without hate

all the shine has shone away;
no one even knows.
wanna throw my phone away;
get rid of the lows.
an evolution so strange;
all that we could.
need a little bit of change;
live in the woods.

Need a storm
Or something less futile,,
A symphony of rain
Pouring down on me again
And again, until I'm drenched,
And the sun sends a glare;
Blinding me,
Binding me
To a frozen state of thought
Where you are a bird
And I've got you caught..
Need a cage
Or something to use
To keep out the bad
And lock you up, surely,
But silently;
Crept before wept,
Into mornings of mourning,
When I decide it's time
To open your door,,
Which you've already kicked,
And bit, and spit,
So I let you go,
And I watch you fly,
And once again,
He is him --
And I am I --
I'll catch another soon,
But it's the same every time
Need another storm,
Or maybe a monsoon..
To wash away
What happened here, at noon

The need
            to heed
                      your seed
  
and plant the things I need,
and soak them 'til they're freed.

look up
it will only be a bit

look up
you know it is worth it

look up
you've been places much like this

look up
dig out of the pit

look up
you see the stars from here

look up
the future's bright and near

look up
gone with all the tears

look up
there's nothing left to fear

look up
until your neck is raw

look up
you traveled and you saw

look up
just wait for the applause

look up
but don't forget to pause

look up
you know which way to go

look up
and trust the ones you know

look up
darkness 'round the low

look up
you'll be the one who glows

How do I love the unlovable?
I cannot walk any further for you.
I keep digging and need a new shovel.
I have walked miles just to look at you.
I walked in circles and squares and hexagons.
What more can I do?
Are you even here, or are you gone?
I want to love you,
but you won't let me.
It can't be me, I've thought this through.
For, I have loved many.
Have you ever loved at all?
If not, take away my shovel
and hand me a saw.
I can't take this anymore.
Can't you see me begging?
I've been your lady and your *****.
Is there something I'm forgetting?
I'm starting to think the door is closing,
or maybe it already has.
Now I have to break through a window
and I'm going to get cut by the glass.

Maybe like a star twinkles, so does love;
It can't always be at its brightest, but it is never completely dark,
& just as you may glance away,
the tiny light draws you back into its line of sight
so that you can gaze upon it and watch it grow back into something beautiful that you never want to leave.

She doesn't need another mother
She needs a father
I wonder if she'd let me be just that
Even if I don't have a *****

I don't like misusing the word *****
Since clearly no money is involved
But if there was one without a cost
It would be her

She ****** her boyfriend
She ****** her ex-boyfriend
And her other ex-boyfriend
All in the same week

She ****** her best friend
She tried to hold my boyfriend's hand
And she rubbed on my leg
When she bought me a drink

I used to think we were alike
But now I see that I'm much older
She is grounded now
She has gone to her room

"Loving and *******
Are not the same thing
I hope that you know that"
I said to her and slammed the door

The early bird gets the worm;
he eats it and its gone.
When I was a young kid -
ate everything I saw.
Then I rose, a child reborn;
didn't take too long.
When the vines grew -
went up to the sky.
A star is a star, but I'm just a girl;
can't do much of anything
out of this world -
climb the walls and fall back down.
A planet afar, but here is my part;
I got wings -
gonna fly somewhere;
go real far.

Maybe I've been chasing something that is out of reach.
Maybe I've been learning something that I can never teach.
Maybe I just need to be alone; solidarity.
Maybe I'll never find my love-clone; charity.
Maybe I'm just fine by myself; barely.

maybe our story hasn't finished yet
maybe it hasn't even started
because i know when i look at the cracks in the sidewalk
i still think of you
and when i get home, i hope your scent is still there
even after hours or days

maybe this is our strange beginning
we are both very strange, after all

It is crazy to think about...
things
that will never happen again.
When I sit down to contemplate,
there are so many surprises
inside of me;
it startles me,
but then later on,
on the outside,
I am never surprised,
while others sit in wonder,
because they never took the time
to think
about things.

You split in two. One of you has a gun, and the other: Nothing. I look to the empty you for hope. Hope. Hope. Nothing. You look at yourself, and though sight shows two entities... No mirror. Are you there? Fire! Perfectly centered. Lead in your face. Struggle, then surrender. One body down. Who else? You turn on me and I fear you. I fear nothing else. Who am I looking at? The Devil, for God is dead. Hope. Prayers and unrequited wishes. The barrel on my eye. Remember, I bought a 9mm this summer. I shoot first, because I was always the brave one. It is me or you. Me. All hope lost after timeless waiting. Goodbye love. Freedom deserves a chance. Whether together or alone. No stop signs on busy streets. Goodbye love.

May you one day feel
how you deserve to feel.
~

When they get too close,
I swim away.
When they get too far,
my heart decays.
The sight of them
excites me, so.
The thought of loss
just gives me woe.
I long for someone
who understands.
Whether it be
a woman or man.
Maybe I'm just
a perfectionist.
Maybe I'm just
an objectivist.
So just like trash,
I throw you out.
Hoping that
new roots will sprout.
Someone please,
show me the way.
These nights are long;
my feelings sway.
Am I so exotic
that no one can impress?
Is love really tangible,
or is it just a mess?
I stand alone,
but strong - I stand.
I stand alone;
come hold my hand.

this is not a ******
you are living
you are here

someone else sees
where you at
where's the love

you don't know Mr. Creator
the bet is off
take off my top

You are my prison;
there is no escape.
When I once tried,
I was only put back in my cell -
you were my guard;
and for all eternity,
I play your princess.

If my own company is my preference,
then why is it so hard to be alone?
Me-time is magical,
so where did I go?

Your inferior intellect disgusts me. While I have some trouble verbalizing my own, I know that it is far more than what you display. Your immature actions and juvenile conduct will get you into trouble some day; real trouble. You may not even notice, because you are too stubborn to face the fact that you aren’t a goddess. You have bad intentions and wicked tongue. Your fuel is jealousy and your eyes are blind. But we’re both growing older, and one day you will realize that everything I’ve done has been good.  Or maybe you won’t realize - if not, I will pity you, but I will have no mercy. We all have a choice. We all choose who we want to be, and I’m not disregarding DNA; I know it plays a role, it plays a strong one, but we feed on experience, and I expected better from you--of all people.

You’ve been put through the same evil that you construct. Why? I only want the best for both of us, for everyone. You seem to differ. I’m not sure if it’s selfishness, envy, or determination to make a point, but it’s something. I’m not sure of its irrelevance to our confrontation, but I sure as hell know that it is irrelevant to anything else. So, why? You know as well as I do that we all have our different skill-sets, different opinions, and different incentives, so if you’re trying to prove something, stop. You know the human can’t be tamed once his or her mind is set in place. You’re apparently set in stone. Maybe I am too, so do you understand now? You can’t change my mind. I will do as I please, just as you will. We are a lot alike, you and I. The only difference: yin vs. yang. And you know I’m right. Your inadequate hands, reaching out, just so someone will notice. Well I notice, okay? But I will not submit. Neither will he. So, please stop. I understand your apathy and your care, but is it genuine or is it all a lie? After all these years, I feel that I should know the truth, but now I feel that I don’t know you at all.

I’ve watched the change creep up your spine, and I don’t blame you, completely. I know the storm has been rough, but don’t you know that it covers the whole sky? We’re all getting rained on and all you seem to care about is your own umbrella. Sure, you may hand it to me every once in a while so I have a bit of cover, but I know that you’ll be retrieving it soon, just like always. I just hope that some day the sun comes out for you, because I want that for you. I want you to be okay. I want you to be happy. I  want to be happy. I want your interference to cease. From one empath to another: I know you can feel it. You know you can be better. I’m not sure if it’s fear of failure or simple carelessness that’s getting in the way, but something is. You can control it. I would never intentionally disrespect you; you’re almost like a sister to me, an older sister. So start acting older. You have a substantial amount of potential in this life. All you have to do is let go of all the negativity and you’ll be set free. Just like me. I love you, so please understand.

a white palette
is fine by me
my eyes and lips
are all I need
no painted face
or angel hair
no human race
can make me care
this is me
and I am fine
don't taint my face
just fill my mind

silent rues of naked nectar
night and night again
tireless mind-crimes
strike the clock within

a soothing sail
and an abrupt contradiction
weening its way into
something non-fiction

but not a correction
a little less pleasing
a change of direction
that finds you in leaving

a moment of truth
and a gathered up sweeping
but changes are due
and time is not sleeping

your cold, light skin --
won't you touch me?
in this life, would you ever want me?
tease me, follow me,
walk with and taunt me...
anything
just to know who you are
any way
to bring you down from the stars
to this world
and into my heart
band you from evil
and make a new start
is it only a dream,
or something less surreal?
I count down the days
to see your flesh
in the heat of the day
but here, I stay
and I haven't seen you once
watching, waiting
only for a dream
knowing it is false,
I sit here and scream

I never thought we could,
then we did.

I never thought to dive,
now we swim.

What flows through me,
flows through you...
They all call it
some ancient kind of voodoo.

When the cash is not enough,
you have to open new doors,
sit back with the dancing shadows,
as the feeling leaves your pores.

There is some news coming,
and it is not on CNN.
It is the new-coming,
with proper particles of zen.

Beginnings with no ends;
an apocalyptic change...
phenomenon to transcend;
we will never be the same.

The world is awake,
doing all that it can.
Do not make the mistake
of sleeping on the plan.

Different perspectives
under one light;
Different projections
of all that is right.

Walk with the wind,
and feel the depth of the river.
Also feel the cold --
There is no heat without the shiver.

Be calm like a giver.
Plant a vine and let it grow.
Persevere and do not whither...
There is more for you to know.

Take a path and sing a song;
run, walk, and fly.
This is your marathon.
Now, ask yourself why...

You have a purpose,
whether sun or fog,
it will be worth it,
for what you will fight along

the way. Which way?
If you do not know where to go,
hear what they say,
listen and then glow.

Evolution is occurring,
and anxious souls await,
but do not be in a hurry;
it is a door, not an escape.

How sad it is,
to watch a middle-aged man
grow older
with each year
and faster
with each invention
that rises
into our youth
I will
some day
be a dying mother
or aunt
unaware
of the intricate
changes surrounding me
building
a new world
as mine fades
away

Noitareneg
For my Soulmate

I
I saw the best minds of my generation go to waste
I saw the worst minds obsess over awful taste
I walked a steady path and staggered through some mud
I soared through skies so bright, my eyes were useless studs

II
You viewed the same madness that spewed from my pen
You walked the path of enlightenment and gorgeous Zen
You mastered what all the useless fools never could
You comprehended what they never understood

III
We rise, only as one, but the stragglers keep us down
We never worry much, because a king is just a crown
We march to the drum of freedom, with paper on our tongues
We are the 90’s generation, the wise among the young

You're not good at much of anything at all,
but lusting lovers and crowding tombs.
No love -- provoke, provoke.
No love -- until we choke.
And ever since
the days we spoke,
you broke between the ways...
Cinders of past lays
wake on your walls.
You sit and think of me,
as I think of nothing at all.

I went to Mars alone,
to sleep in the craters,
only to realize,
I would wake in a sandstorm.

as life creeps in
like flowers mid-winter;
you wonder how
you walked this far alone

when noise grows silent
like nothing else matters;
before or after
is all quite unknown

We were doin' things the crazy people do.
So does that make us crazy too?

Never could I do the same thing
for my whole life;
I hated change in the past,
but now I'm addicted to it.
If there is nothing new,
it will not do.
So where will I stay?
Where is a traveler's home?
Do we ever tire, after long
searches though the unknown?

It seems like life is just one long, bad acid trip for some people...

They're so uncomfortable..
So scared..
So confused.

You do something nice for them, and they think you're deceiving them..

You do something with style, and they envy you..

You make one mistake, and they despise you.

Sometimes I just have to pull myself away and look in the mirror, just so I know, I'm not one of them.

Life is just us oscillating from nothingness.
Life is movement.
It is communication.
When we stop moving, we become nothing.
It's the reason we stay busy in our daily lives;
it distracts us from the fact that if we weren't busy,
we'd be static.
Some practice the life of being still,
and they are happy...
They accept what we truly are:
nothing;
and that is all that we have to be,
because nothing is great.
It's something.

A rising tide that never crashes...
A sandstorm that never lasted --
Subsiding in our hearts;
Entwining like a work of art!

You're here now...
That's all that matters --
The earth will turn;
And it will shatter!

~

A piece of me...
Now a piece of you --
Is this a dream;
Or a dream come true?

Brought to Earth...
In all its hue --
To change the world;
To light anew!

Curséd outsider
Forever I may be
I've done this to myself
I do not blame thee

I never wanted to be the flower,
always waiting,
never knowing

I always wanted to be the pollen,
floating across lands,
always going

I guess that is the difference
between you and me

But whether flower or pollen,
we are both seed

Some people are just born with a better brain. Higher quality, if you will. They see clearly, what is in front of them, as if they've been on this planet for years, studying the art of things. Think of it like this:

You're in a field of wild flowers, trying to find a path to the daisies at the other side. You pick up a machete and hack your way through to the daisy flowers. It takes hours.

Well, someone with a different brain... They may be looking for those same daisies, but there are only a couple wild flowers blocking their path. They have no use for a machete and frolic to the other side with glee. They arrive with no worries and no troubles. They accomplish something in seconds, that took you hours to figure out.

Maybe you don't even pick up the machete until it's too late. Maybe you never pick it up. Maybe you never see the daisies. Everyone is different. It's all in the mechanics of things...

What if
our personalities
are just
our mother
and our father
fighting
inside of us?

"If you tell more than 30 lies, you go to Hell."
I did nothing wrong. She pinched me.
I did nothing wrong.

a plastic experience
is something to fear

leave the cave,
or forever rest in darkness

no debt to anyone
but yourself

if you conceive it
you will receive it

oscillation is communication,
and so it goes...

Why am I so in love with the wounded?

Is that you...
Is that you too?
Do you know how I feel?

Please reply.

And when the time dwindles,
and that same body stumbles,
your world all around you
may not or may crumble.

A love-keeper's journal,
written with lust
is not a love journal at all,
bound by false trust.

But no trust
doesn't mean lies.
Maybe misunderstanding
or a misread eye.

Birthed into routine
and taught by repetition.
Opened up hearts
with new intuition.

Raised in a world
where everything is expected,
and anything different
is highly disrespected.

How much is enough?
Whether gentle or rough,
when your time is spent
and you're done being tough.

Who will spend your time?
Whether negative or right,
in the future or past,
it will be in your sight.

But can one ever-changing soul
just settle down?
Does one choose a favorite song,
and ignore all other sounds?

You may never be different,
but may never be the same,
and to find one person
with one certain name,

Would you be content,
never turn away?
Is it so wrong to wonder?
We swing and we sway.

From one love to another,
from hours to days,
I linger indifferent,
to so many things.

Love is love is love,
and we share it aloft.
Is three such a crowd,
in a bed that's so soft?

From partner to parody,
repeat, and repeat,
we go from one to another,
retreat, and retreat.

Back to square one,
alone all along,
but in the months to come,
love like a song.

Some are sick of duets,
and some like to stand alone,
and some like to see many,
and some like to see clones.

A triangle of fun,
an octagon of plays;
A partnership hole,
with so many days.

You lust what you must,
and you think what you might.
You go with your trust,
and you follow your light.

A variety of comfort,
spread across the globe,
with people being human
and that's how it goes.

Some have no idea,
and live inside the box.
Some see the sticky tape
but would rather see not.

I know my nose got longer
when the days got darker,
but all I see is light ahead,
so won't you see it too?

You know me better
when I'm close by,
but you are so far away,
so how do I tell you?

This isn't some circle
that keeps flowing,
but a bold line that ends,
so why don't you notice?

It wore me out more
than even you can say,
but you think I'm not tired,
so when will I rest?

We all do things
that leave a nasty scar,
but I see it and I stray,
so don't you think I'll be okay?

I know it's all over
and I hope you soon see,
but time is getting faster,
so won't you please hurry?

This is the post-******
that is never to return,
but always to remember,
so much that I have learned.

Drowned between songs of
Fall & Spring;
Silent.
Not learning a thing,
No spite,
No fright,
Only eye and night.
'Til I wake,
I ask:
O Please
O Please
I Say nothing,
Still.
Summer, I beg,
O Please
No pollen on thy nose;
empty lines of prose...
O How
did it 'appen?
I didn't even see
Nothing.
But 'ere it is,
eerie as it is,
I stand
after a long crawl,
but no expected sun
awaits me.

If power was to the People,
Cannabis would already be legal;
instead, this life is lethal,
and filled with broken steeples.

If you don't see who's controlled,
open your eyes and know --
in this world, there's evil
and different kinds of people,

and when we feel threatened,
our mind becomes a weapon.
So, all that we can do
is enjoy a better view

of a better life ahead...

If we don't,
we're better off dead.

I saw you,
standing there silently,  
but I never watched for long.

You watched me,
as I babbled nonsense,
and you called me beautiful.

I turned to kiss you,
but you were no longer there,
as a mystery filled me and soon began to bloom.

I watched you,
for quite some time,
as you looked back at me.

You grabbed my hand,
and you gave it a long kiss,
but I realized that it was a kiss farewell.

Your lips were so gentle,
and I never noticed this before,
but it was too late, as you walked out the door.

Living with a clock hanging over my head,
as I lay in my bed
and wait for each morning to pass.