Witness the phase of our universe,
serpentine circles, feeding on ego,
cycles bring demise and rebirth
shifting sands reveal paths, where we go
and why we go there, truth buried
deep like love below gleaming edifices,
living in a crease so temporary
it's pointless is what it is;
relinquish undue sorrows,
cherish time and treasures
abundant, watch the grass grow
and let go of the pressures
of everything you know,
sweet scents and secrets
I wouldn't keep from you though,
this is my weakness;
waiting so many millions of years,
spirit unimpressed,
depressed by the massacres
but to know you, I am blessed,
first sight of sunlight
here to nourish the masses,
something finally feels right
until this Heaven, too, passes.

Envy knocks twice,
doors sealed, nine locks,
not welcome, dry eyes,
savoring my sanctity.
Too sweet, tooth aches
echoing earthquakes
straight through me,
hearts rush, no breathing-
He'll hear me thinking
no doubt, sun's out,
shadows glaring and
still here I'll be waiting.

Visions incandescence
grows dim on odd days,
practice of virtue in vain.
Gossamer ramparts,
getting lost in this maze,
numb now, Novocain,
almost feels inhumane.
Seraph's hymns, soft hearts
comply, descent in July,
chasing words like sugarcane;
asphyxiation in August
left me searching for solace.
Miraculous accidents impart
panic, for the hopeless I pray,
great lakes swell in my eyes
when the hills echo your name-
just tear me into parts
and I'll pour the champagne.

Formal tags and titles
have no meaning here,
mere words like any other
transparent and elusive
with no real grasp,
ghosts that move like shadows;
but in a human heart
it's known that an era existed
when all that fought
to push the blood through my veins
every day, was you.
Time evades me
and all matters come to close,
memories opalescent
reflect your tongue
in the mirror, I see strangers
becoming friends, and strangers again.

Street signs read
"turn back now",
spread out in your flatbed,
still alive somehow;
tribulations past
sun set on new days,
catching the draft,
thin papers & ash trays.
Strong winds carry
us, rolling past towers,
redwoods, mahogany,
light up after hours;
near the end of the road
and with no sign of slowing,
passions plateaued
but devotions still growing.

Dedication struck me like embers
on the soles of fire walkers,
lightning sketching lines connecting
the constellation of heat lining
the horizon; not meant for me
in this lifetime, rest at ease.
Consternation accompanies loves,
following her around streets of
carmine colored cornertstones;
abrasion leaving skin and bones
strewn across the dining table,
the ground we tread so unstable.
Veneration swallows me whole
rendering me a defenseless soul
to discover power in vulnerability
and meditate on his philosophy;
high winds dispel frustrations,
pure simplicity of liberation.
Elation stays but briefly,
dismantling me completely
discarding crooked smiles
in alleyways, crawled for miles
just to get there,
redolence of honey in the air.