Stepping in
  peeling black air back

radiant orange
snoozing edges

attempting to grow
reaching for white

dreaming to merge
both shades

aching inside for the other.

Using broken nails to build my armor in order to protect myself against anything.

Gathering pieces of 2x4
to survive you.

Rebuilding a shattered tower.

A magic door awaits inside it.

The Magician is behind it, patiently waiting, eternity on its side,

holding secrets of a billion galaxies in its inhuman eyes.

The One residing in All things yet greater than all its parts.

I am reaching my hand through the portal, your golden healing elixir smoothing my broken nails, turning crumble into resurrection.

One eye.
Seeing through everything.

My trench of piles
anticipating more flow,

an ocean of clouds waiting to flood my prepared channel for the
masterpiece  of  Falling Rain.

Every step is hushed between tall hedges as if your whisper intertwined morning dew onto every green leaf spoken into me.

Every step wished for her hand on my August Face hoping to cool a brutal burn as I scaled twelve thousand rungs

in two months thinking her name and every day

persistent drops pooling as puddle transformed to lake,

no telling her depth
no longer knowing certainty
only mystery marked as X.

Every step sliding with full moonlight lips daring to kiss an ache for full stretched wings.

Every pane of glass relecting calm sea as Seagulls floating free
let wind do its

perfect gliding thing.

If it were up to me
I would make her my ocean front property,

not owning anything

she is a feather writing hidden
poems to under currents,

her blast swirling gracefully around Iron,

steel men imprisoned on rooftops
every inferno step
driving nomadic thoughts
closer to Sea.

Every step branding their sweat to red clay tiles, arms bulging through iron.

Every thought holding flames
stronger than what
anyone can lift

except a feather driven from wing

gloating to steel
how easy it is
to let go

and fly

standing out

to callous eyes

what a solemn heart
burns to describe
when it's finally lifted above itself

understanding it is more
than all of this.

I am doing my best
to dress you with
right colors but you keep
vanishing.

I am doing my best
not to close anything open
inside me.


Eyes. Heart. Soul.

You rinsed 12 states
of black dirt away.

My clear view.

A perfect place.

My surrender.

Your Love
taking me up
all my tears you felt.

A love I only dreamed
possible

snuck me away
to show me how you feel
toward all beings.

My outlook changed on everyone.
Your eyes in mine
looking clean through me.

Pure.
Soft.
Stronger than anything.

My humility living on yellow hills,
suddenly sprayed by
Emerald Diamonds.

All my life
just to know
if it was real.

All my life
to be healed
by what my inner child
knew so long ago.

Now.

I must follow you
wherever You take me
to help whoever I can.

Please God.

Be with me now and forevermore.

My heart still aches and calls your name   every day.

They say hell is a moonless night
with ferocious gusts breaking boughs off a gentle man's good nature.

Snapping blooms off tenderness
crushing down what God has given to shine.

I say love is a mysterious master
magnetically bound to follow his light encoded heart.

Thrown into fire, he comes out clean,  intact,  standing true in
violet fields of heaven.

They spread rumours like a vicious record, spinning around broken leaves on a hurricane of crown and power.

The only way to change it all
is to change yourself,

and

burrow deep into God's love
for sword of truth and
spirit power.

For Don Juan aka Ocho
A Great friend of mine
and amazing person.
This is for You Bud!!



It's got us climbing up the ******* walls driving us insane, turning millions into homeless vagabonds.

Sleeping in cars, working two jobs, trying to build credit on the devil's ****.

It's got us wringing our hands in a concrete cell wishing we bought Armageddon Ammo.

It's got us staring at walls thinking about where the **** is Batman and Robin?

It drives intimidating cars that lie saying To Protect And Serve.

Huge guys who dead lift trains driving them, throwing homeless vagabonds in jail for sleeping on concrete.

They intimidate.
Humiliate.
Condemn and ******.

Telling you "I am doing my job."

No.
You work for the devil's ****.
Spouting off dark **** in our face.

It owns the media.
Runs for office.
Confuses you.

Drives you to whistleblower books, free thinking outlets, criminal injustice petitions covering ***** deeds exposed *******.

It slams down on your life
King Kongs fist railroading you
now you have to climb
out of the devils ****.

Good luck friend.

Nasty uphill battles
where nothing makes sense
follow me upside down
trying to hold on to nothing.

A long journey into darkness,
fog swallows you like you're a grain of sand burning to find your back to the ocean.

It sells weapons to other nation's
then wages war for profits.

It promotes terrorism trying to get you to **** your neighbours.

It divides and conquers.
It isn't ******* human.


It gets real hard
promises you
Peace and Heaven
then gives you A.I.D.S.
and kills you.

It looks to blame any one
it can find.

It stalked The Christ
crucified Him for Miracles.

It creeps through shadows.
Uses Fear and lust to grow bigger.

What the **** is it?
It's Everywhere.

MY GOD.

It's the devils ******* ****.

Everywhere I go
It's ******* everyone.

I admire you
  like a bluff
gazes out at sea

wondering in stillness
enamored by commotion

a high place


  dreaming to crumble

held captive by pressure
  broken free by ancient connection

dreaming to crumble
for a splash inside a

rowdy,
calm,
devouring
dream,

unpredictable like music
inside her introverted, mysterious
  silence,

only tides know
  before they crash.