"No. It's okay. Sounds like you need somebody to talk to."
That's true. Just like, the wind here is biting cold.
My ten-times-broken knuckles make me feel old.
I always know when the weather is changin'.
I brace the gale with practiced patience.
Just like, if you hear something often enough, it cheapens.
"You're so strong." 'You're stronger than I am."
Just willing enough to be wrong, that's what I am.
Willing enough to see me in you and know that it's true that we are the same, separately.
The weather up here is different.
For the first time in my life, I see seasons.
"Everything is connected. We are parts of the same whole."
Just like, when the neon leaves fade to death
to live in perfect spirals...
giving the frozen air a soul ...
I see the parts dance together.
My peace is in these trees and hills... in these winter chills.
I could be free here.
But there is real fear
in harboring that escaped chaos.

Always, will I love everyone and their insecurities

Unbreakable is my devotion to fill my life with as much love as possible

Real is my care and love for this universe

And I hope that others will learn to be this way

When the conditions go wrong
when there are no jingles of a song
when the world loses its melody
when there is nothing but the tragedy
Together we shall stand

When the flowers lose their fragrance
when the peacock forgets the merry dance
when the sunlight is clogged by the cloud
when the shrieks of pain and terror are loud
Together we shall stand

Together we shall stand
and find the desired path
which leads us to the serene land
leaving behind the abhorrence and the wrath

Together we shall stand
till you trust me
and I trust you.
we’ll create a world of new
Just put your hand on my hand
together we shall stand

Together we shall stand
Till the eternal days ahead………

Distance will not run out
Therefore I will not remain empty

It is a plan to continue like so, without rushing
of whom only thinks about arriving

I stay here, smooth and belated
Seeing the rhythm choose what it becomes

I free myself of peaks and I learn
that to love is to spread impulse

To renew me, to surrender without thirst
to give oneself entirely until being one

But distance does not run out like so
nor the light or the silence they give us

I stay here, serving to her the rhythm
that perhaps is more rich to disseminate the most vital

They are beautiful
Our bodies like so
Barely illuminated

Watching you I fix nothing
And by misfortune
Me in the air

Nothing changes*
After love
That expects to find us

So beautiful
Your body between mine
Separate sweets

By them it happens
The innocence
*Of feeling united.

A vase sits in a room
A man walks into a bar
Har har

The vase fills with dust
No, it’s must
Har har

The must becomes sludge
A dreary drudge
Har har

Sludge solidifies
And slides out


A vase is made for flowers
Flowers are made for sun
The countryside
Is overrun

You are a child of the Universe.
The pith of your heart and the atoms in your skin
have existed since the beginning of time.
You have an unquestionable right to live.
You are integral and vital.
Your steps grace the Earth with your presence just as,
the Earth graces your feet with its presence when you walk.
Your identity is a facet of humanity just as,
your body is a temporary expression of the Universe.
You can never truly die.
When you choose to accept this,
you may dwell in radiance.

Craters cradle the eastern horizon.
Asteroids are smashed, passing backwards and
comets rocket passed like a rubber band
whizzing across my face. Our sun brightens
the new gruesome sky that our world lies in.
The smoldering rocks much like contraband,
are invasive, not controlled where they land.
We now know that we were not enlightened.

In darkness, our souls wither away one
by one at the sight of the destruction.
Suddenly, a strange theme occurred among
us. Trust without rules. Now, we can all run
a world not petty, void of corruption.
As one, we will become heroes unsung.

I imagine us
dwindling a paper trail to nothing
our footsteps are shadows
our pictures the only remnants our families have
until we call from a land line community phone
and tell them where to go
for freedom.
I imagine us
burning collection notices and old receipts for things we never needed
the smoke is our journey
disappearing into nowhere
having ourselves, our brood and our tribe.
I imagine us
our souls no more like candles that flicker
but stars that shine
like guiding lights to show the way to shore.
I imagine us
forever, before and after, and infinite
having no beginning or end
having everything inside of us
and us inside of everything.
I imagine us
whole and unfiltered
lasting and ending daily
destruction and chaos as beauty....
I imagine us
                                  and we are not ourselves...
                                  and we are not each other....
             we are whole
            the boundaries of existing like dew
                     like fog...
                                   there and gone
                                         old and new
I imagine Us.

These cicadas,
their transformation is mine...
leaving behind
the exo-existence.
The inside is out.
The vibrant vibration...
the truth is in my mouth
and on my face...
The beginning
is fruition.
The world is Alive
                                       and so am I.
I feel everything.
I am everything.