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.

In order to survive the apocalypse
your eyes must travel down long rails.

Eyes haunted by lead pipes, swinging down, ruthless.

In order to survive the apocalypse
you must live in the streets,
wear the same grey sweater for one year.

Dig through garbage for cool ranch Doritos, scream to the ***** ******* who killed your husband
on a train named Fire,

they live in the air, possess your dreams, controlling your need for dope.

In order to hit rock bottom
you must be ignored by everyone,
injustice is a needle plunging into
stars,

lethal juice taking away shine.

In order for you to survive you will memorize every erupted sidewalk,
learn the ways of a wayward leaf,

float emptiness
hoping to land
somewhere safe

you must patrol grubby alleyways
speaking to dumpsters
hoping for the same men
who killed your beloved
to **** you too.

In order to get relief
she will cry in my arms
a stupid hot dog and some ginger ale will seem like gourmet food
in a Oakland 7-11 you have been ousted from.

Do they know your story?

She will break your heart.

But for one hour,
as we talked,

her ***** beaten vengeful eyes
melted down to sweet butter
and I know Heaven and kindness still lived inside her,

as I noticed an angel
screaming from the throat
of an apocalyptic survivor
whose love got murdered for no reason on a train named Fire

and nobody gave a ****.

Her african eyes
burning me,
forever.

It felt good
when switchblades
opened up
in the bite of a wolf.

Knocking on your door
I should have known
your response.

Wandering away from home
so young,

what did I know?

Other than a million magic breezes,
or a haunted taste of beauty without claws.

What could I see skipping
through the dark?

Fireflies like stars with wings glittering all of night, enthralling
my wonder, making it grow.

How did I feel when they circled all around me?

Choking on tears,
swallowed by hate
not knowing blood would follow.

What did I learn from your ruthless run?

Leaping wild through branch, drinking from a poison lake,

using the fang,
licking my claws clean
for another night hunt.

Taming you took practice,
I had to search with
everything I had
in order to bless you
and set you free.

Tell me wolf.

How does it feel now knowing I am hunting you?

her voice won't stop dancing
between my days

she brings clarity
like a library to the homeless

on a sweltering August day when
cops are trigger happy and water fountains out of order.

I want to pull behind her eyes
and float her hidden dreams.

feather bound on sovereign wind,
gusted up out of cynical cracks
cities wear like so many scabs.

erase the gang signs carved on every window, bridge, wall,

her clean eyes will tell them
how we're all the same thing
at the core.

Soul is colorless.

No red, no blue about it.

I want to sing inside her covers

Autumn splashes
on
extraordinary
  electric air

deer leaping over cruel distances

click mute all the impossibility of
can't from her busy schedule.

I am driving inside her Pacific ocean eyes and they crash my stillness
with blue bliss mystery.

her voice like a sun flare curling
a dragon's nail across a merciless city.

I am just an ember being dragged beneath her scrape leaping up sparks in extraordinary electric air.

I am building you back
piece by piece
my granite child

who ran below fire

to feel

a slow
crystallization
of minerals embed you.

I am going deep down
to tame your fire.

I will speak to you calmly now
since nobody else would.

I am circling your rage
water flowing from my hand.

I do not expect you to trust anything.

Your crucified eyes scream nails.

I will catch them with my heart.

I will not run away.

I am here to let your fury put their deeds on trial until you are ready to **** or cry.

I am building you back
piece by piece

after this sentence
we will walk down
the street
free of everyone
who told us who we are.

We will know
on our own,

finally calm.

Eyes stare on the other side of a mirror looking through him.

Light is breaking through his spine in brilliant shafts, name it electric.

Call it dance, it breaks in, goes up and down his body like an invisible elevator.

Someone is pushing buttons on the other side.

The silence of the void is a letter written without words.

She is there buzzing him.

Warm hands against his face shattering skin.

Nothing describes it.

He tries to pull down magic ink.

Nothing sounds right.

Maybe he has forgotten how to write from the viewpoint of angels.

He won't stop trying as her invisible sun continues to bless him.

Light continues to drown him.
Eyes stare on, almost visible.

Job is back *****
I saw him on stage
singing like a wild man,

destruction's wings

flew out of his
broken home throat
like a village of spears
impaling faith,

stop to listen
wilderness has a voice
deeper than moonlight reach

strength has an outlet now
listen, listen, stop it all and
******* listen to it shatter
devil cage.

Job is back *******
and his army of gypsies
have gone black blood
warrior hanging upside down

on a skyscraper about to rise!!

one hand
gripping the Sword of Truth
eyes gone clear from talking with God.

I heard him wail,
back up against the wall
ready to thrown down
a hidden suprise.

Everyone who saw him
leap up
got out of his way.

Job is back
His ****** hand
holding the devil's head.

I saw him cross the street
His spears taken out,
Faith was all he could see.

If every word
from all the stars
fell down all at once
it still would not be enough
to show you
how I feel.

If all the words
that ever moved us
began to speak
from four directions
they still would not capture
what it is I need to say.

If all the gold from heaven's domain began to melt in my eyes when you said what you said I would not have the ability to show you what I mean.

If all the yellow grass is hungry to stay green and all the captive elephants break their cruel and inhumane chains I still could not tell you how freedom sings.

If the cricket chorus lays me down to sleep and the heart is opening again for God with a light so bright
all my secrets sneak away from me,

then maybe you would know this is what I mean when I tell you that I love you.

Taking time to paint the pondering
leaves like you did just before sunset when the silent eyes of knowing relaxed on a slice of shady lawn and your persevering love burning across the street from heaven shimmered the entire galaxy
just before night opened up her billion starry eyes to hold us with
as we felt the brush strokes sliding across the nameless space that tingles with phantom fingers somewhere inside a corner of sacredness-

I have reserved just for you.

Silently still
rock of a million ages
born in fire
emerald enchanted
flair of glisten
marked by Sun
building momentum

the puppet of words
siently still
listening to science of music

the next move
prays to bite
an inner tide
so clean

the tube is clear
for laughter of light
to calmy pass through
and be its illuminating self.

If I could zoom in to the core of You
snap a photo off:
Infinite Everything,
shattering my eyes
like a bag of marbles spilling
across otherworldly pier,

Your waves will bash,
my barnacles clinging -
a tiny fraction of understanding  
holding strong.

All my hope is sullen joy
sea tossed and spiked with salty clarity.

If I could interrogate your saints of suspect, dangerous speakers of love, dive head strong into every star, break the international silence of borders, curl mist like into lacy starry terrace;

Evaporate into Atoms spinning madness,

Would I end up knowing secrets of your separation and key to your reunion?

If I could splash your sea with crimson army fire,
shoot out rays so intense
all the ceaseless marching
of alluring striking war:

Is stilled by your one reflection?

If I could give voice
to every wing,
design a secret language
for murdered snowflake redemption:

Would glory form a tear drop
in your eye and remembrance bless us-

Back into original making.

fiery arrows like words
slicing  air
fell down
on our straw hut roofs

blazed us
our peaceful village, destroyed.

Uprooted, we wandered
refugees of light
trapped in darkness.

Our minds hunted by fire,
night bled stars
pierced fragile shells

we had to face
a million stranger's of fragmentation,

we carried other people's words
inside our torn identity,

we grew wild weeds on lost highways,

my vengeance traveling to far places scarring country sides
with black roads.

We searched in wrong places, a field of switch blades calling out our names.

We moved away, found an inner eye opening in a world that holds our dreams.

We went back to the burnt village, forgave every arrow that pierced us.

The Angel of the One
came back and showed us
who we really are.

Now our cageless light
is no longer seeking
what almost completely destroyed everything.

We still roam, troubled in a new way, free from fiery arrows unleashed by family we still love.

Our new eyes no longer seeking
salvation from this world.

This is how it zigzags
a thousand bolts of you
rippling night glass
speaking razor blades
through humbling lips.

Following the flash

one spark

is all it takes
to make the forest
write fire.

Crackling mean,
tornadoes of flame
orange red green

caught up
in a blaze
from inside eyes

praying for pools
delivering amens
sharp sun
razor blading library lawns,

prophetic writing
trapped on a bathroom stall
craving blood from understanding eyes,

jaws opening in the ocean of her heart made swimmers fear her depths.

Truth is a ruthless wanderer
  a scar littered bolt of invincible storm living inside rooms of skin.

Watch out
when it speaks.

Razor blades swimming
through water
will cut you open
and force the bottom
to shed its colorful secrets.

You are a cool breeze in August twilight pushing off from green misted river,
that flows through all my dreams,

saving me from disconnected illusions.

her fragility lie tender
nectarine skin
beneath a knife

slitting open intense red
her blood voice
commanded General's.

bursting auspicious
something twilight
on her green surface

reflecting all the promise
of a good harvest
on a summer night

when all the juice
in the stars
tasted like God.

River I
leaf floating on
against what would **** us,

Careless still,
twirling  between  mountains
we came from the sky,


drop by  drop
our patience is a rush,
listening for You.

River I,
lullabies and thorns
caught up,

jagged movement's
take your scars
into water

heal the indomitable will
cast off selfishness

cut yourself down
to a rippling star
wondering at majesty
whenever night sheds
its sturdy whispers

gentle as kitten
fierce as jungle
purling away
through all types
of Mountain Mazes.

Liquid dreams
hatching a million moon stares,

solitary eyes knowing
someone magical is
carefully building Ocean's-

Breaking in a place that wakes me
and moves my love into a wider  place.


River I,

Ocean You,

I am arriving soon.

At first glance
skin, eyes, hair.

Terrible sweat patrolling
for a Sun wearing your name.

Face of perpetual reflections-
Nameless one
Illuminating canopy
on a street no one can see.

Help me
float there again
and rest in the great Light
OF I AM.

What is this inferno blaze
taking every petty word?

This hysterical laugh echoing
from hidden attic?

This Soul penetrating every
Dark Night.

Angels of mercy visiting me
as I silently cry in hell.

You are the greatest mystery to this ancient riddle I am trying to solve.

***** meteors on a desert floor
I invited you to impact me.

Every sharp edge crush
softening my sand.

I walk blades of sky
woke up blooming
full of clear blue crystals
feeding on sea breeze mist-

wondering how to speak abstract
reality where visions burn
into criminal aches for such splendid, lashing colors

for a sunset masterpiece gazed upon behind bars.

Night is a blade
at my jugular
falling for a taste
of itself.

***** pieces of light from
every star, watch my silence
capture a long lost lover.

Invisible ink printed nowhere
behind the covers of a book called Infinity.

Pain at dawn
scattering my wounds
no longer vengeful in wayward thoughts.

Her shine still obstructs me
gives my path detours
around the bitten concrete
from a Dragon named Desire.

Midday flames interrupt me
California is a heartless corrupt King,
whose wages undermine the wounded worker.

No longer silent.

My wrath unsheathed.
I held it close to his throat,
whispering silver from a holy ghost.

Money is your god.
Slavery is your name.
Death is your answer to life.

My patience only goes so far.

Indistinguishable light
at 5:44 a.m.
pawing my window

forlorn eyes
shattering for voice

like a walk taken when blue July
shows you how to cut open
hillsides by a hand never human.

Breeze of haunted enchantments
stealing all attentive eyes
who know something wonderful
lives behind it.

Instrument of light
grabbing hold of every
dream.

Your skyline bleeds my window
my eyes are fleeting frames
for the masterpiece
always unfolding
before my lens.

Watery missiles escaped from
my underground base,
fled up and out,

your perfect country
waiting to receive them,

You sent your own reply back
and now my shattered voice
will not come back from dreaming.

Wordless, she sat
thinking of her murdered son
as she watched the black and white cruiser go by.

No Protect and Serve about it.

A black crow flies above good and evil, impervious to it all.

The words of the master like an echo in her mind whispering across space and time.

"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do."

Meanwhile, she could not keep her hand from caressing the hand cannon sitting like a black shark on her dining room table.

Her skin leaking out a hidden volcano pouring on the steps of injustice.

The friendly hand of mercy arm wrestling with another kind of hand.

Every breath she drew in shook  because she didn't know which hand
would win.

Fire or water.
Which one do you choose?

When you find the master key in a secret hideaway make sure to polish it.

After awe is done drying on your cheeks and faith has repaired the sword of truth, hold heaven's love in silence for at least 6 months.

Get to know it.
Remember everything you can.
Learn every trick of the key.
Forgiveness is the answer,
harsh Judgment, a limiting beast.

Every path is unique.
Everyone secretly connected.

**** all selfish agenda's.
Take the over pouring trash cans filled with negativity to the curb and feel only strength bless you.

Walk down the street.
Hear silent sirens erupting from
the voice of darkness.

Dispel it by using kindness.
If rage confronts you, walk away with prayers hoping it transforms.

If an enemy disguised as a friend comes to break your windows
go to the silent key,
tell it everything,
listen to its soft turning.

Magic shine of a million hideaways,
opening inside,
tell the windows not to worry-

the master key
can fix it all.

What stone knows
patiently sitting beneath
the world,
waiting for someone to answer
its cry.

How stone feels being chipped away,
separated by time.

Subatomic wails of unimaginable love, stoning me against
an iron wall.

Pieces of treasures no one can see.
All glinting for the silence of God.

Continents of song crying from a rough place.

Who would have thought how stone could sing?

I saw marks where the beast left its claw tracks in her vengeful eyes.

Heavy traffic filling her lanes, left hand holding her tired, sweaty head.

I felt gracious fingers graze outside her walls in which tenderness was denied access.

Follow the claw,
watch it divide.

Dollar signs in her eyes made her Insanely blind.

She broke free, a mechanic bull when day closed his burning eyes letting the lead foot do its speedy dance.

I felt the ****** fingers of compassion cruising down her rough exterior never giving up.

I witnessed the wide pool of love
quaking outside her gates.

I dove in and prayed for everyone.

I stared hard into the Sun
needing to know
a place before the wars
in a simpler time,


when black holes
ejected callous words
speared out from hell.

I stared hard into the Sun,
found a hidden palace of love
in a place waiting for my forgiveness.

My keys were twisted,
my mind mixed up
spears multiplying by themselves.

When the Sun spoke to me,
I vanished from the world
No longer what I was.

Now only veins of light
flowing,

echoes of a language
only tears of remembrance
can write.

My heart carved out for a new star to shine.

All my wounds, dissolved.

Still, nothing is easy in a upside down world.

Even for angels who remember the back door in their hearts lead to the gentle stare pouring forth from The kind and gentle Sun.

I brought humility to your gracious doorstep, but I cannot shake off the place you showed me that still burns behind Lion eyes.

What was that place with rainbow winds beneath a pure waterfall that magically danced with my being for days and endless hours?

A place away where we all have sprung.

Majestic voice of my only dream.

To be whole in the wonderful place of your full presence.

Let us flame again, and without hesitation bolt directly to the center.

Think of tenderness
as moon

bright coin
rolling tricks in space

7 billion eyes
roaming her love,

Given by Sun-
Even She by distance feels bruised.

Magnetic pulling
effecting entire oceans.

Tides inside us
responding, rising

leaving heavenly echoes
spread out

among lavender sand.

Who still remembers
popcorn ceiling busting open,
Starry Stallions galloping curiosity,
all wonders glinting from every direction?

Who still remembers
Fireflies of ignited love
with puzzling flights aglow,
Working magic spells before their eyes?

Who still remembers
Eggshell sensitive
before the stomping?
All curving smooth white
like secret globe orbiting perfect space.

Who still feels quaking aspens
speak God's name on a wind we all travel through?

I can hear it louder than ever before, now that I have returned to you.

Except now,
All your magical spells
bring floods from my humble eyes.

I am learning how to capture green,
obvious signs keep leading
me on.

I hear you but I cannot see you.

Inside my body, light is flashing wild.

Up and down,
hard to describe this angelic burning,
sweet summer hopes broken out, hunting you down
my soul of eternal mysteries.

There is no need to speak.

All this green shelter
speaks for itself.

All this light
still teases me,

like rays
miss the Sun,

knowing your full capacity
is more glorious than my ability to write it.

At the core of you is Iron
lifting up scars
day by day
struggles bringing future gifts,

keep lifting
the dry intense voice
of desolation,

scabs ripped off by
the curiosity for blood,

keep on it
work in the temple
a long awaited gust
taking away 4 decades of dust.

Long overdue for cleaning
all the black marks
trying to stamp you out,

remember this
my brother
you are stronger
and more loved
by Everything than you currently understand.

Think of your heart
as a gateway
to the brightest dream
delivering you
from the tyrannical warden ruling in your mind.

Go inside,
ask for help
learn to silence chatter
there is a hidden Kingdom
waiting to answer.

Posted up in shade
gazing at desert mesa
waiting for my militant van
to be fixed.

Wheels turn, the violent shaking of tears left me clear, a giant spirit of you lifting me from the pit.

The outstretched hand,
a reminder of kindness,
the prayer for rain
came true,

fell like ancient memories
putting out an 80,000 acre fire
from wiping out the rest of me.

Carousel of wonder
  remembering how Sun
    blocked by darkest cloud

managed to still metamorphosis  
  vivid blooms inside
     after the shock of
         trauma blew away.

Facing this tenacious wind
  crumbling peaceful meadow
   falling limbs on perfect faith.

Now, after the green carousel of  
  wonder spun its forgiving
    mercy on my
       battered Mountain-

Nothing but sweet jasmine on my
lips and friendly, cooling winds
   at my back.

I must repay you with what your
  generosity has given me
    to
        plant.

Seven secrets glowing,
I felt you Everywhere
my body lit up
soul on fire
giving me more love
than I knew what to do with.

Tangible wish of my broken child.

Invisible blessing from above.

Two dreams meeting on Earth,
all intangible colors bleeding from my eyes.

All I could do was stare at You.
My silence burning in your secrets.

Knocked out by awe
beauty is a fist
crackling bold,

a ruthless scattering of us
your promise raining hidden letters in the enormity of endless imaginings,

my love is up there waiting,
looking at me with such patient eyes.

I am growing stronger inside.

Everyday another letter
without one word scrawled.

How do you do it?
Please teach me such mastery.
I have forgotten.

Only You can help me remember how to fire this skyline to save the lost Angels from themselves.

Leave my eyes
  walking through a solo
    forest alleyway

elegant fire
  zooming in your
    Hot white spotlight,

Leave me flapping
  on her gentle take off-
     plastered delicately
         on feathered flight-

cool night breeze
  mingling with awestruck limbs-

Needle's eye shedding experience
  from a wizard
    growing stronger and brighter
      Inside You.

Leave my jaw
   walking away
     bolting for a intuitive sunset

where your hand holds all the colors
  my mortality has forgotten.

I will spend my last dime on you my friend as we sit side by side eating lobster on the shoreline plucking out golden coins from mid afternoon tides, our voices rising and falling into laughter to silence.

You will have a certain shine in your eyes I will recognize from a soft spoken pocket adored in the Sun.

I will swim inside it when we depart for years remembering what your soul said without any words.

I will comb through humility gently as if your friendship is baby hair.

My internal eyes knowing who you are, reflecting on everything we both have been through.

I will spill dimes from my hands to watch them roll across black asphalt and think of your one thousand smiles glinting in rolling silver.

I will dance with your ghost in my room listening to candlelight music
as Mountain wind screams through my open window bringing me the scented garden of your memories.

I will drive down moonlight hallways alone in a forest as the violet ghost of your light reassures every tree how much they are treasured.

I will speak your name.
A whisper of music in my clear mind and count the seconds your eyes cannon blast back into mine.

I admire the weight you shoulder when the verse slide crashes wild.

How you endure the broken heaviness of the world.

I admire your courage to slide beneath waves and reveal riptides.

I am familiar with ruptures and how volcanoes spill.

I trust you, only you.

These brave beautiful Knights slinging verse down moonlight wooded hallways, listening for sparks to catch whirlwind glaze through a tunnel of ignited frost.

This valiant act of confronting anything.

This silent ocean spitting gleam or mad rocky bashing.

Turbulent restless insight.
Perceptions unhinged.
Inspiration unleashed.

I am writing to you.

My pocket pals and troubadours.
My fellow warriors of mystery.

I am pulled through wild glen by methodical mission mist- bound to digest every color.

I am a quicksilver super train vanishing down your slippery tracks.

Captivated by every thought-provoking bounce of playpen boulder dash.

You keep pushing my boundaries,
my expressive hunger never satisfied.

My words beg to dance through your pens, I am pacing enflamed decks, my ship is bursting in your poetic sea and I feel completely free staring lost into your bold horizon.

I see your eyes staring at me from the invisible plane of all creation.

I bleed in your tears.
I eat your fiery solitary words like buttered up raisin bread.
I am a scrap of dead raccoon hanging from your wild animus.

Digest me.
Compress me.

Send me East of Eden with nothing to eat wearing only a fig leaf.

Fill me with meadows hammered in full moonlight, just before the unknown flashes from the deeps.

Seize me with scaling emotions too tremendous to break free from.

Hold me captive.

Find my center, make it spin.

Fill my house with fire.
Make me find an exit for you to pass through.

I am choking on bracken takeover.
My eyes full of comforting solace.

No more brainwashing T.V.

If I see another pill commercial featuring suicidal thoughts and ****** bleeding I'm going to flip my ****.

Give me your cursive loops and well trained hawk eyes.

I need to cruise another sunset
free from this dried up perspective.

I am dying without your words,
my own words keep fighting with each other, you should see them out there in the mist running ragged.

They're a ****** Brooklyn rumblefish during a 3 day blackout.
Son of Sam is on a rampage killing
anything I scribble.

Every street on fire.
Every window broken.
The city is left to smoke.

I am turning to you.
My friends I've never met but feel like I've always known.

Your delicious pages keep turning in my heart and your truthful spirit is my company.

I am home.