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.

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.

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.

Does the hardest ground not soften when rain storms soak

Does a shovel slice
lighten the load?

Make it easier to lift mountains.

Are your hard boiled guts
immune to this view of total heaven?

I know a harsh voice
that made me seek the rain

caught rough edges by surprise threw me for a loop
softening this shell

allowing it to break
I fell away
crumbling through your touch
I let you take me.

Turns out we can fly.

We forgot so much.

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.

Single for seven years
I decided to take the Sun on a date

dynamite verse slid out of my back pocket
even roaring breakers stopped to listen

seagulls approached
slow paced,
small child-like eyes

eager to fly through
a brand new moon

steam rolling lavender
mending another broken side of light

after machine gun Kelly storms
left our town upside down.

I left hidden pools
under your magnetic medallion

one closer look
made sea and river whisper together

under countless nights
when sand begged for her footprints

like a student
whose master was murdered.

Imagine Khan leaving your village in
tatters, pick up your pen,
dedicate every page to Light.

Wine and roses falling graceful
in a place we cannot imagine.

Hard to believe we all came from there
after all this madness stormed our souls
our desire drinking naked from
invisible fountains.

"Come to Me all who have heavily laboured and I will give you rest."

Words pulling our treasures out from
the chest, teach me again,
beyond price jewels dripping from
a unfathomable fall.

Looking back unclouded
tasting strength in her eyes

made his pages come alive
a hidden cave storing our clipped wings

left our sentences flowing
secretly, pageless, nomadic beings

never once human
tossing stars into a battered sea.

Let's Drink Rumi Wine
dash out into tides

and read seraphim masters
reclaiming pieces of shotgun
splattered wings.

I could watch your words
revive an entire ocean
your phantom body walking on
glassy dazzled waters.

Robes of uncountable stars
falling through broken mirrors
healing darkness and fixing cracks.

One look staring back at us from all
things,

her lullaby sand full of brand new moons,

a left over bonfire smouldering in her
morning masterpiece.

Tell me again what you said last night
my memory is wiped out
tides stole our evidence

during high tide.

I have always had extreme difficulty
trying to capture the perfect night

and your spiral shell of echoes
holds the mathematical equation
for all living things.

Can you please come back down again
so I can pen every word?

You've caught more than my attention
but these tides keep on erasing the prints she left when dreams flew into our
reality and carried us away.

Everything is different now
after I felt the Sun kiss me.

Give me the strength to describe it before I head back out into wilderness.

extinguished like raindrops
dried on rose bush thorns

every color
pulled up and down

shaking cables in elevator shafts
groaning with memories of you


step away from the ledge
this is all dream play

pebbles thrown down
from ancient majesty

cruel to forget
bliss to remember

each stone thrown away
owns a soft place

in this rich mountain soil
drop the world

a bad tv show
trying to keep you

from stepping into open blue skyway
gather your things

leave your solace
on the mountaintop

head up North
get culture shocked

walk the needle littered streets
step over bad habits

hit the libraries
bookstores
coffee shops

stare out windows
hoping for dead pens
to Lazarus up

take freezing cold showers
in Canada rain

heaven's rainfall
is hiding masterpieces

catch the tempo
in pure light dreams

144 blocks away from
another perfect dream

you almost remember
if only......

crystal clear beats
shattered my streets again

my busy traffic stops
floating us away

river riots in the street
letting us know

who is really in charge
when mother shakes

fumes
vents

lava red
tidal ripped
raw nerves twisting it up

shifting sides
turning evil on its head

exposing corruption
breaking knots

tipping scales
torching blind folds

letting liberty
be seen

across dark waters
she is striding.

leaking from cracks
I watch it bubble up

before form
has a chance
to root in,
or
twist the twilight

curiosity will spring down
her thoughts pool
  shift reflective

night skies seasoned with
ancient  stars
cut loose

shoot down
for a closer peek

she will streak
her statement-
    a flash of independence
   raiding enslavement.

A compassionate observer  circles the vast perimeter of damage and self punishment, he gets intrigued, settles closer, peers inside pools, sinks, learns to see anew, gets ***** by overwhelming body guards living inside her gates.

He floats up, a invisible helium balloon, wonders if she knows he was ever there.  

Next time

He will twist the twilight so she will know His love for her.

He will use the entire Universe to reach her.

eyes like a shore

see what you want to see

spirals hidden in sand
know our mystery

a translucent tide
crashes inside

unique
clean

something beyond understanding

shows itself

her eyes press tight
against the armor of her
protection

her pupils

no longer hiding the sea

Somebody aims a crossbow in your face but you do not flinch now that death's secrets has revealed itself to you.

Dead of night is a hangman creaking from a ceiling, stealing words.

His swaying motion distracting flow into stagnation.

Blizzard at the window capturing a white wizard of song.

Nothing can shut him up lately.
He mocks you through glass.
You feel with your fist,
lick the jagged crimson from every knuckle.


Slow to die,

this night freeze
stake in the bones
aching to flame
Nile flow into Red.

The ghostly arrival
speaks your name
crisp as the friend
you thought left you,

  so cold the entire country of hell
blindly shivered on your floor.

When you wake up:
Darkness is a rope around
your neck telling you
it ******* hates you
as it scars your breath
with memory.

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.

Prowling night,
  moon priest
hooking sermons
     to stars,

a yellow crescent lecture
bending light
  in a way
     out of time.

Ditch it all
  to link up to
serenity's  field.

     Pull out
       a dream

attach it on
  this invisible kite
      
full sail rip
    surrendering to open violet

     sky bloom
        cloud burst

        let go,

find the sermon inside
  listen to it glow.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Maybe I wanted to go down that wrong way street just to experience what it was like, to feel what others saw, to taste their cardboard house, to see how they still smiled in the midst of ugly, to roam with their perspective and feel what others felt without anyone telling me it was wrong or right. I had to melt in their spoons and get injected into perception's veins and flow inside the promise of redemption to remember to appreciate it All.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

a loss of words
following me
stealthily

slyly spying
on me from
some invisible van

parked on abandoned street
where feelings walk alone
but are felt by a
quiet
universal agent
living outside and inside everyone.

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.