I live in a slim rainbow hue of reality ,
where this is actually the dream,
&& waking up means living today,
Meaningfully.

Aware in this very moment,
i could, at last,
meet my maker.

How those words,
do ring true.

You would have to be pretty hollow,
for them to echo this long.

echo they do
echo they do

Waltz,
Spirits,
&& so much more.

Eyes,
Inspire,
Wildfires.

In him,
Within.

Child-size surprise,
Akin to lands lost,
in s p a c e, in time.

Arise.

The Sun Ascends.

&& Soot fell like snow,
all around.

Sheets of rainbows,
&& hail reign of the heavens.

Hue-man are you, then,
&& suffering is all.

Get my best,
She will,
&& give her some more,
I am.

Let me be.
For you.

She speak to me.

The light in her eyes,
shake-n-shimmy,
on her thighs.

Delicate dancing flower,
every time i give a listen,
she leaves me surprised.

Inspiration abundantly,
twist && turn,
feel the breeze, swaying trees,
i look && love the light i see.

*Listening

Poison the well.

We do all that we can.
Not for the great return,
no,
but to know.

I'm good for a while I'm last.

The palms of the tropics,
Will clap if yu want to.

An image unsought.
Light rays burnt.
committed to physical memory,
reflecting the times,
the tide.

She asked,
"How do yu know it's an eagle, baby?"

Without a doubt in this world,
his lips formed in simple,
"Eagle flies higher than all the rest.
Carries man's prayers to heaven."

As the beat carries on.

As the markings on your arm,
Appear to me as light,
In the darkness of my eyes,
Tracing the path of the caravan.

“What do you fear?”
She asked,
Of me, and now.

To whom am I speaking?
For the rest of the time,
In my head, in my mind,
It is you, who
I am speaking to.

Discovered in my valley
Deep in the sauna heat

"Where to?"
The North, of course

Ta-Kwa-Men-om

Those eyes though,
They can be many things,
Flashing passion,
from one to the next

The pleasure,
Love,
all mine.

I am only a loan.
This life,
alive,
alone.

Dashed out quickly,
on the cold, wet concrete.

Yes;
Just drop,
the needle in the whiskey.

iDigress.

who the cap fit?
i d k

sip sip from the cup,
from the cup.

Oh. ****.

Just where are theose shoes, now?
the mismatched ones,
with-the-out the any laces?

please, please.
if this is desperate,

O hunny,

Oh.

bother.

It's just one of those things...

Yu haven't got to check,
whether or not,
the light came on.

Yu know it.
Deep in your heart,
that **** is on fire.

Yu can't even butter toast,
the same way anymore,
&& whatever is cookin' in there...
Smells **done.

Today is the motif.
ideas daydreaming du corpse,
Superior attaining interpretation,
to my silly comprendo.
Twirling.

Make no mistake,
in this place, here,
we trace lakes.
Lying down; face-to-face,
when the mask breaks.

Make no claims.
In this; have no stakes.
in this.. Love's misfortune,
unfurl my bed, close my eyes,
&& rest my head,
in gold flake.
Suspended.

Our mother, she is kind.
Knows just what she does.
My home is not this hell;
nor s p a c e above.

Alight anew for ceremony,
&& i'll be the last to leave.
obligate engagement.
my place. In-between.

Hello?

Always whispering to the world,
as she is my lover.
Mumbling nothings,
P A U S E;
&& return to silence.
If only she were listening,
if only i would listen,
to the blood,
seeping from my heart.
__

I've an intimate relationship with the ground.
We sleep together,
&& leave boundless,
little hidden gifts,
for each to find,
&& appreciate,
with Lovers' eyes.
One day i will return to her.

There is great change in ones' eye,
after a successful ****.
capable of dashing out,
the light within the hopeful,
&& reigniting those who've lost.

A similar look in those eyes,
after meeting death.

Images unsought;
Swirling,
incongruent pieces,
trapped in the vortex,
of an open mind.

In the wake,
of a love so severe.
Complete && utter loss.
Thieving smiles,
ear to seer.

Yes we are all dreamers here,
dear,
at best, i Inspire
all about your lovely self,
you wish would disappear.
False reflections of unknown fear.

Swirling images,
lost in void,
of an open mind,
floating fragments,
negligible, && liberated,
from all that is sense.

Another night,
right?

Curtain drops.
We dip,
to get lit.

round the corner,
to the friend spot,
cold stares,
from neighbor thugs.

Miss Minnesota,
don't ya know?
catches up,
when i've already gone.

You're a *****?
No You're not.
Waving her rancid hand,
testament to that fact.

Need a ride home?
nah, i wouldn't neither,
not this early.
__

Man lying face down,
in the middle of the street,
frantic to find,
the lost looms of his soul-sheet.

To the corner,
no,
down the way.
Crowbar in hand,
Clink. Clink. Clink.

Beat the bouncer,
deranged,
our eyes meet,
she escapes to the back room.

Up to the balcony,
9-piece in hand,
"have i got what it takes!?"
"To finish the job??"

He had what it takes,
as his thump blocked the light,
coming beneath the door.

&& my head still hurts,
so near to his explosive absolution.

Not even myself

What's keeping real together?
nothing.
intangible, unequivocal void.

I am not that real,
nor the space holding it all together now,
rather,
something rascal,
somewhere amidst heart-strings',
resonance between movements.

such a fine line,
between the light,
&& that on which this star shines.

have i got problems

Lying on my back;
vibrating todays song

Giggling girls;
assuredly wrong

snickering aloud,
"But wait, you're not dreaming!"

Silly girls,
I've been dreaming all along.
__

Running backwards on busy streets
Smashed out car window; Detroit Love

Doped-up zombi with a blonde wig on;
"I would've fallen back asleep,
but then the movie would be over"

By the glass river now..
I've taken my dip up stream

Through the glass,
FLASH!
her pale midnight glow,
dripping orange, unabashed

She was there,
right there,
through the glass,

outwards, freely,
with her at las..

...


nothing.

Some Times,i

Re - ceive signs,
Telling me to:
STOP

&

L I S T E N.

(coyotes crying in the distance)

&& then..
                   ..i drifted..
                                         ..away

A gentle valley,
Bare feet,
Reverberating Earth.

Midnight's dewey veil,
Not yet lifted

Those are bones you're walkin on, son.
I'll only go a bit further..

"I do hope she's alright."

&& to think:
All of these,

heart-particles..    &&     ..fragmented
                                                                 little
                                                                         rainbows..

In the wake of...   you...

Your angelic endowments,
joyous *****,
&& delectable secretions

Wise we once were,
harmoniously ravaging.

My temple is empty
&& All that i can see; i steal.

Arise,
Wretched restraint with serpentine whorl,
Blackened abscess && swirling obsession,
Abstain from sense!

Behold:
Lucid lovers, && sentient glow.
Serenity manifest,
Mirroring images of a vivid mirage.

Hearts;
Well-suited shackles for sordid undulation.
Tiny bubbles all in a bunch.
Intricately tied shoe-strings,
In search of cessation.

Expire.*
Faint fragments of distant spines shattered.
Sedated sensations,
A dark place, pristine lake,
Awakened.

I can feel your lovely heart-strings,
singing, vibrating,
through your throat,
the sound your soul,
makes; it ******* vibrates.

Behind my eyes, I
Can still see your,
wondrous gaze,

A thousand tiny yellow lights

A Shaman with only one foot,
Still takes,
every step at a time.

We ended up beside one another in line,
myself,
&& the sweetheart with the dream eyes.

The girl whose gaze reached,
where dreams dwell.
From one heart-string to another,
whose heart beat lightly,
the pulse of my own,
mirrored by a distant light,
reflecting in our languished eyes.
Alive.

Our intimate, imitant crystal gaze,
resounded all of the opulences.

Golden light pouring through pristine pools,
Pure laughter && aqueous, bubbling love.

A single dream,
just one lumen,
fixed about a sole stroke of mortal contour--
A love.

Tracing delicate differences,
illuminating a limitless furrow.

"So where are ya from?"
not her name,
nor her time.

Her answer:
the tears streaming down my face.

"From where the animals run the furthest."

my heart stumbled outwards,
my hand, apprehensive,
yet absolute,
reached her right,

Lovingly,
inclusively,
she then grasped it,
with both her heart-strings.

"Tell them on your way back,"
Smiling,
knowing deep within her contention,
**"I can't live without it."

You came back this morning,
if not to cuddle, but for a moment.

You kno:
when you wake up,
in love,
everyday,
it's put up, or shut up;

I realized today:
you haven't gotten ahold of me,
because you kno i won't let go.

Sweet thing, i will break this heart of mine
whether you help me,
or not..

Funny how the living laugh right in the faces of the dead.

How right you are, love,
words are not at all necessary,
but without them i haven’t a chance to tell you,
“i love your every breath.”

If it’s games you wish to play
i am not at all interested,
for i am a trickster at heart,
and we coyote play for keeps.

I’ve got it, ***,
and i know you have as well;
i was not mistaken...

In unfolding those tiny pedals,
around your inner little girl,
and stealing just a glance,
of that bumpin' love,
you keep underneath:

Radiant woman!
dancing,
through these empty streets.
i will walk you home.

If this blade isn't dulled,
I will tear me to pieces.
Certainly it wouldn't be the first time..

I'm reluctant to sedate,
the manic moments that make up my life,
however great for you,
we've learned I don't do this for my self.

&& furthermore. More... Further.
Always all ways, && never not.

Without having even opened,
my tired little eyes,
it was so clear to me:

This frozen ground,
frosted trees, && darkened skies,
yearn for tangerine drops of sunlight.

Patiently through the shadow of time,
does the dew wait for its prism,
&& as certain as the colors on the horizon,
line up, waiting to greet the day,
my heart, my grasp, will be empty,
&& gaze fixed upon a new found blue.

"Why?"
he asked,
"Why are they called the red stalks?"
For the corn were all golden..

They never did give that kid a straight answer..
Naturally, he went lookin'

As he pushed further && further in,
did they rise up to greet,
all the golden stalks,
towering.
And he began to lose track,
time, && his surroundings,
all stripped him of his belongings.

First his shoes, && scarf
jacket.. pant..

slowly..
until..

nothing was left.
(silence, but only for a moment)
Until a cold breeze did blow,
down all the golden stalks,
and leaving
only one red.

We could not accurately identify
The two children in the photograph,
So we did the space-time hop,
and found ourselves to be;
Underneath that large, gnarled tree.

The picture had inaccurately described
The details we now found this place to embody:
Once a marsh,
Now entirely wetlands,

and Tree...
Was an island,
of its own.

Strewn of bark, reeds, and root from below,
was Woman nestled up to Tree.

She was not separate, but consisting entirely of,
&& bound,
To Tree.

And as we gazed, you and i.

Her weathered face, && sunken eyes,
did my spine begin to tingle,
and her eyes; a twinkle.
As she twisted her head,
fixed her gaze upon my own,

And we stared...
Deeply into each other’s wonder.
That was only moments ago.

And just like that humans’ grandchildren had no longer any nature to fear. The realization caught like wildfire, “If I own a piece I can preserve it forever…” and so the skins, tusks, and ***** content of Terre’s wildlife were mined, processed, and stored away on the dusty shelves of a million or so peoples’ soon to be rotten bookshelves. Systematically, part and parcel of the threads of the wild world were sectioned, cut, and numbered so that the remaining lives, if you could call them that, would all have a souvenir of a living planet.

     The hunt began a feeding frenzy; taking more human lives than what was even left of any African bush elephant, or Indus river dolphin. The hunger that consumed humanity was not for lives, no, but for the shreds of physical evidence that something once had lived, and it was at no expended cost that every last giraffe, tree frog, and jack-rabbit was displayed on artificial walls under fluorescent lights.

     “The man who sold me this piece said a whole village worth of people fought over the carcass.” When questioned,
     “which village?” he replied,
    “I didn’t get to ask. He was called over to aisle 9.”

     Those who could afford it were buried with their different duckbills, and lizard toes, snakeskins, and fish fins. Covered like a mummified Frankenstein in the garb of a living world. Stored in a plastic container and neatly tucked into a concrete wall surrounded by weathered stones and a manicured lawn. Their family would tell stories about how greatly they loved life in all forms, how hard they worked, how many they killed in order to procure such wonderful treasures. Their story was forgotten; like a thirsty root in the desert.

I enjoyed my cake, thanks.
Actually it came in the form of a rootbeer float,
&& i took it in by my self.

I noticed the chicka-dee-dee on the fence,
as I listened to a timepiece from another era.
It fiddled with the **** from a cigarette long since smoked,
and i wondered if it was hungry, or just trying to catch a buzz.

He set it down, i leaped to action,
Threw the **** away, && returned to my seat.
Thought the loud chirping was directed towards me,
but of course he was getting laid in the rafters over yonder.

The significance? Not,
but if only to break the silence
between lovers long since broken apart.
Fresh laughter, lightness, and.. and..
Long, long pause, and return to silence.

Not a rainbow in the place,
could light up that face,
the way her sun did.

I passed the American dream.
She wore no shoes as she hobbled along incoherence;
Atop glass and asphalt;
Gripping a flag between the divide and certain death.
We are all headed that way
Some just choose to do so in confidence.

When these tunes play,
words say,
"Nothing."

In the space,
only in this void.
Between your ears,
heart plays coy.

Pages blank.
Rivers flood.
Midnight passage.
The moon reflecting,
Clearly in murky water.

Expressing not,
but that which wishes;
The scent left by her hair,
on the back of her neck.

Kills it in a moment,
Regret not;
Love will **** us all.

We won’t ever see,
nor will words communicate.
Lights shut off,
through slits unopened.

Sleep now.

If i can just breathe,
If i can just be,

There’s no way,
my darkness can,
take my soul,
away from me;

Remembering always.

Chanting to the high,
Longing from below.

Layers of life,
all the way down
fearless, no;
only quartered and drawn.

Death in every moment,
remembering always.

Listen only,
Listening always,
the golden pain in my heart,
burning all to ashes.

If i can just see,
these tears are me.

Butterflies in the storm,
Only one loon on this lake..

Hoppers in the field;
You get stung going up
the hill; not down it.

I believe this is the hole,
for which i am looking.

This leads to the trail,
if you do permit,

me; go home.

It's Blackberry bird-**** season

love
LUH-ve

noun

- a firm belief in both magic carpets, and placebo effect.

You thought the walls were breathing,
but i can see their veins

Hunny, you are the honey,
atop my fulfilling parfait.
Oh how you exemplify all the wonderful parts,
of this warm, wet, middle-Earth day.

Just as the yogurt,
your skin so soft and smooth,
and like the banana underneath,
you know how i move.

Vibrant darkness within bursting pomegranate,
full of lovely sensual flavors,
amongst sticky, sweet rehydrated grapes,
just in from space, for my belly you grace.

And the chunks of crunchy granola,
spread out; mixed in,
you’ve got your hard to-do’s,
we are all nuts here in the end.

How you appeal to me, creamy whites,
luminescent undertones,
darkness full of ecstasy,
coconut shreds; delicate like bones

But truly what you have in common,
with this bowl of splendid sustenance,
You are always on my mind,
and like my parfait you are gone.

How does the panda become so blue?
Electric like the wiry hairs at the base of my spine,
you know, my tail.

And that man, her father, just wouldn’t leave her alone.
What a great job he had done,
to usher such a wonderful child into the age of darkness.

The red-eye rush fully in effect,
buns in the oven,
hearts open, and dreams wide awake.

Your tail was moving with focus,
as your delicate hands shaped a pie,
of lovely proportions, which hit all the right spots.

When will you be off?
Just in time to miss mourning traffic,
on your way home (to my mind).

Those rings under your eyes are beautiful under these fluorescent lights,
and i can’t keep my eyes off your slender panda-tude,
wishing i would awake underneath your electric covers.

You and i aren’t so different,
but tonight, and the next
we won’t ever know that.

Everything was ******,
And then it got dark.