is it my age-old blasphemies
that keep you at arm's length?
screaming for life
begging for bread

i sit by the silence
wrapped in the shade
the glories of youthful dreams
beautifully fade

my name in lights
my name tonight
forgotten
if for a moment
if i could hold it tight

if i could only make love to my demise
open to skies
swim in your eyes
with the rest of the teeming sea
of humanity
lost

to be
a human being
is so very small a thing
to be

while inside of me
all of reality
i am
i am
subjectivity

(infinite
finite)

liminal days
eternal lives
visceral
guts pouring
out from inside

it all starts to collide
i think maybe that's why
we must sleep
dreamless
sleep
we must die

I lay my scalp to rest.
The cushions below it comforting my thoughts and caressing my dreams.
The mattress allowing my guardians and demons to sweep away the dust between my ribs
the webs under my skin.

Home, is where my spirit sleeps.

Where my thoughts become a whimsical fantasy
Where my reality is engulfed within the galaxies

Home, is a place that I cannot see.

A foreign land that feels like my great grandmother's hugs and my mother's cries.
The sphere where my screams match the symphonies that echo through the thick breath of the unknown.
A place where my tears match the rumbles of Kwamata's abode.

A realm where I touch God,
where he kisses my cheeks and reorganises my destiny
through every snooze
every snore.

Home, is where I humbly die and rise.
Home, is where my colourful insides fly.
Home, is the sanctuary between my eyes.

Silence: the whispered voice of grace,
its careful slowness and this planet,
in time’s enormous hurry passed charm,
left behind in a dream, spring field’s
openness, now crowded with the goings-on
of business, each body,
each speechless phenomenon crying
to be heard above of roar of the collective:
chatter
twitter
buzz
shriek
thunder…

Headlines blaring their soundless alarms,
unlanguageable media: the execution of privacy,
and the Oneself, ignored yet fascinating
in its own becoming.

Watch it grow, mute, change, strive
for its own fragile path, each journey unique,
each arrival a new beginning.

We all want to be Happy
We pray to God for bliss
But where does God truly live
This point we sadly miss

God is not on a distant planet
In heaven above the skies
The power within that makes our heartbeat
Is where God truly lies

When there is a problem that we cannot solve
We go to God and cry
Make me Happy, my dear Lord!
We beg as we question why

We know that God can do anything
He made Heaven and earth
He is the giver of Happiness
The one who gave us birth

But still, we look for Happiness
Desiring this and wanting that
Sometimes our wishes are fulfilled
Otherwise, we become sad

And so do we live until we die
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
We miss to discover a simple secret
God is the source of Joy

Instead of seeking God within
We are searching for Happiness!
Of course, we become happy at times
But the source of Joy we miss

If only we change our search for God
And look for Him within We will have
everlasting Joy and Peace And a
Blissful life will begin

But we don't know who God
truly is In fear, we bow our head
Instead of loving the Lord within
We suffer until we are dead

We don't discover this Truth That
GOD = Happiness We are looking
for joy in so many places
But within ourselves we miss

We are not body, we are not mind
This Truth we must realize
We are in fact God energy
To this Truth we must rise

Once we are conscious that God
lives within We will suffer no more
The giver of Happiness is part of us
This Truth will make us glow

Instead of seeking Happiness
It's God we must search and
And once we realize the Truth,
behold There will be joy and peace in our mind

But we don't know who God truly is
We all believe in the myth
We don't discover that God lives within
We fail to reach the zenith

'God = Happiness' is a secret
We must discern and know
Then we will discover true bliss and joy
As our bond with God will grow

If you want to be truly Happy
Then don't seek joy and bliss
Realize and God within
For that's where is Happiness

I cut a peep hole in space,
Enough to squeeze my fingers through. Stretching it open, and wrapping the fabric of the universe around me.
Feel the stars rotating around my center point, a cosmic web netting all over me. Dotting every speck of me, I am more than what the unopened eye can see.

The stars they beat in rhythmic poetry, sending their words through me. I sing to them and they sing to me, we are all in harmony.
It is balanced and perfect.
Sway with the music.

Sorting to find god in the storm.
Be an instrument in his hands.
Sing his melody through your sacred cords.
Let the sound fill your center,
Let it bounce around you and out of you,
To touch the hearts and minds around you.

Is this separate or is this a reflection?
In everything I see myself, echoing through the gaps between the particles of inner space.
Staring right at god’s face.

The universe is singing to me.
Listen to that old sweet melody
Sway with the rhythm of the music,
Let it pass through body, mind and spirit.

Accept thus holy gift.
Sway to the music.

I can hear the hum of Saturn,
Resonating inside of me.
The stars they sing out,
Verses from a healing remedy.

I am,
An instrument,
In sync,
With the music.

Sway to the music.
Witness every in-between scenes behind the moment!

Money protect Me, for i am of money
Power protect all your children who love You
may it be always, that we remain one
till’ all accounts settle, and we transform into none

passion for poem, wanton weakness in words
I am nothing
like anything
you think you have heard
chaos of rough draft
order adds on each edit
I give bread, and give breath, and you give me no credit

my father, my father, tell me why did you leave me?
the lust of a dust castle
seduced, she bereaved me
she robbed me of every singed hair, I remember
she left through the cold chimney late in December

I struggled to speak, in a world without ears
I sought long for weeping, but never found tears
I the day, I the night
I am time before years
I the moon
I the sun
I your most hopeful fear

Me is not I, unless words could deceive us
my bitterness feeds on the truth that you leave us
you leave and have left, and are leaving again
Me equals Us, and you leave us my friend

not leaving or coming, see
I’ve all come and left
I have no where to go, I have no where to nest
no bed and no pillow
no blanket or tree
you refuse to accept that my rest is with me

don’t tease me
or mock, with your promise of wages
you, the dumb-deaf demise of our weak-minded sages
you, insisting we work seven days of the week
you leave my hand empty and return me to the streets

it is for want of a road
you must sleep in the streets
I offer you rest, but you are always asleep
I ask you to walk
Your sun crumbled your feet
I ask you to walk
so you severed your wings

come now
i welcome you
and as the sign of my invitation
i’ll smear some of my blood over my thoughts
before i write them down

come burning
like the ember at the end of my cigarette
which i burn ritualistically
like a sacrifice for sin

come, i’ll slay swine and serpents
to lay out for you
forgive me, it is all i have to give
but i understand that it is the sincerity of the giving
and not the gift
which you desire

and for your thirst
i’ll give a bitter gall
that is all
i have, for your thirst or for mine

but come
come in time
i pine
away
like every day
you ever made

i ask for no angels to herald your arrival
lest wiser men arrive
and present you with better gifts
than i can afford

come Lord

goddess that fell to earth
spiritual connection
transmission in dance
souls wiggle
out of darkness
conscious
subjective conclusion
withering flowers
carbon silhouette
meteorite
universe in charge
energy moving and swirling
nothing is the same as it was
just a moment before
energy and heart calling
wondering what is pulling me
to do this or that
struck me...
brilliance in front of my eyes
just a tuesday morning
just as as moon dodges our view
from time to time
sun shining showing her brilliance
once again stunned
what passes me
synchronicity of the lesson
what the heart loves
you can feel it
beauty of the ocean
stars in her eyes
multiplied
by her light speed
squared
love and joy