It hurts when your made up of naked love
your heart tied in fake smiles and lies,
beat
beat
you up

Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor,
who'll make it all right.

he'll tune you up

fixed new threads
that make you wet

Reflections of winners masks the regret,
who will guide this ship?

My sails feel like they're ripped
but to be honest
my spring is kind
of sprung

I am a monster,
a surfer girl
on salty seas.

nervous when the sun ends.

you know its spring when,
a chalky finger points the way
on the face of broken pavement too,
a tulip gardens bed and,
a splash of color grows.

where a dragon sleeps just above,
a staircase of magic
and breaths.

while April airs the winter out,
a cacoon clear and empty.

all windows open wide
the sky looks down below,
gravity pulls a smile as
I whisper, "beautiful."

I can feel you rotting inside my teeth
Breaking my bite and clenched smile
You’ve stayed too long inside
A clean mouth

Spitting you out
Washing it in

My pockets are lined with paper
My finger holds the stone
That knows me better than
Better than my
Silver bone

I discovered I cried at night
With you laying next to me. My pillow wet and cold.
Staring. At your shoulder.
Beckoning to hold a piece of me.

The heat from your body burned
My light leaves,
And I shiver as you wake.

Speaking through a dream.
Wish I could sleep.

birthday *** comes once a year,
both are feet mismatched and
the embrace fits well--
With ankled earrings.

winter has froze us in.

The grocery crammed survivors
Of comfort --as if it were Black Friday.
Honey ham, French bread, shredded cheese.
Another white out-- a piece of cake.

By the time we climb out of bed
It will be spring, and there's nothing to eat.

you dislocate a broken image of your frame
of a unrepentant distant life.

as sure as you are still alive

So off with the heads,
you despise a dream of lies.


i want to gaze into night skies
I only gave it a test,
make sure that love is safe.
you haven't slept in quiet awhile
and in the dark side
there are consequences set
in the dead of the night.

Like a heat with air puffed
Finished hunting can lay down my bow
To many birds,
Daddy.

The moon inside you aches
when my cold wind blows.
I can not shake its light
reflecting my own.

It's feels like winter calling,
On a hot July day.

It feels like winter calling,
In January we'll  be ready

yeah baby you know it's the same old thing
when i'm so far and your stuck in the same swing
off-things,

yeah you wish i could hold your hand
or light you up when the dark closes in,
cuz i know you feel half empty.

when i'm killing zombies in a video game haze
and drinking beers with people all the same,

but i know how to have a good time.
just like i know you know how to rhyme...
yeah sure you do.

but not like the ring around the moon and the frost gathers like a dew
on the tip of my tongue.

but I admit you know how to make time.
I admit that your only mine.

State of nothing, into my breast
basic reality is not here.

I am intrinsiclantly pure,
a diamond from the core.

There is no mirror,
we are the void, nothingness
is the fundamental blankness.

It is a dream.

Empty space which contains the Universe.

The arrow does not quiver,
pulled from tongue to articulate
language from the heart;
Glowing red ash of comet dust,
fills pointed Orion's arch.

Scorched cigarette  eyes that
burned only for astronomic
Recognition,
mapping a planets line in black.

Pick pocketed mind--
Struck out a balanced path
Of magnetic luck drawn,
Invisible moment poised for action;
A bow and target thought.

A domino pile are my notebooks
and the bottom thoughts
hold my wand.

Unleashed with certain and schemes,
the past asking what ends meets means.
Walking somewhere
going through,

But be careful to slay the monster,
what a story can become.
Once the swift master,
now a slave to my dog.

The Archer and Orion,
Apollo and Venus shining.
Battle for my sake.

It is, there minds and souls
weaved from foxed cloves
the slip in space and rhyme.

Just in my skin as a stitch
and storm to sailor's plight,
"Oh my captain, Ishmael
Sank into the night!"

Leaning Tower now breaks
inside,
opened window to the sunrise.


Tap. Tap.

Went the sound of ink,
Ocean breathes me
I breathe the sea
princess and
pea

stretched far from sight
you bring a fire to the night
once all alone.

but not far from there
scortched desire
burns it up.

can't make up your mind,
you said.

make it simple please,
strike a beat
thunder punch the love,
into it..

not like a stranger's greeting.

It’s been a long time sense I wrote anything down. Organized myself into thought.
Made my self alone and inspired by sound.
Been alone in a city our home
We made together
Pilgrims in love
And for a few my nights linger
Bright screams fill my eyes
Smoke and ***** my breath
Separation
Like the wind there
In the trees
A soft summer breeze
Even at the equator you
Can hear me

You’re a piece of sunshine on a cold day
           Standing in my vision to
                       Block out the doubt
                                      In my heart
                                                  Skipping
                                          to the thought of your smile, surrounding lips
                        blowing the wind into your mouth
                   kissed and nearly missed
     with quick eyes
            laughing

One does not always require tusks
and wild skins,
to mask a unique character of fantastic minds.

Nor not even african pride or
Indian smiles to dance beneath
the shadows of night sky.

The realm of spirits transforms
and defines
and so we become the role.

This identity a masquerade forgets
the solid wall.

Transported to enlightenment
never cheap a pennies take,
the veil a pale distinct
divide of hellish pits and
man divine.

And life in equal opportunity
netted and painted black,
charcoal molds and molasses holds--
as water cleans the eyes.

So jester's trick the reality switch
and illusion an eerie play,
Sweet aromic sage
burns and balances
the human cage.

I'm twisted up in a knot and I can't let go
Of this ****** up music in my soul
What can one girl do against the whole
Of society?

That's what they want you to think
With a head shrink and an empty pill bottle
Oh how this world burns
My sensitive heart.

When will it stop
Start again.

Stretched the morning sigh from my tired evening, slow and easy it goes
As I step around the corner life blows
And tangles my hair.
With simple strides in dangers shoes
With honest eyes reflecting few
Smiles.
It broke the sound.
It seems a shadow sticks where light bent through.

The train is out there blowing
bringing its horror around.
I'm waiting at the station
as it calls out that sound.
Dogs bark in distant haste
as they chase and howl.
I'm waiting at the station
As it calls out that sound.

That whistle strokes fright in me
And delights mixed eerie silence

The monsters are out prowlin
By the tracks feeling violent
Waiting for a girl like me

In the falls cool night,
Tabacoo to keep her company.

caught inside agenda and pressured by hysteria
terror catches at throat,
mimicked by an echoed note.

smoked-out-in-columns-of-purgatory,
why is that?

Noise pierced the air and sat at rail-road crossings,
walking back to old fashion--
country inns -out of- a rainstorm's wind.

wandered the point to follow,
the hollow that swallows
tomorrow

and

i saw myself be-musing
way stations
and caught a ticket,
-back-

to apathy.

Pine needle shower
All over the deck
My brother above
Sweeps the roof
I
Pick ferns
For art
And write a poem

The house is gutted
A blank space
Where my
Memories once lived

my scrambled and dysfunctional paragraphical thoughts once again:

so we sit outside drinking high life outside the pigs place, waiting on the band to play. almost 21 what can I say, but
I got a few more days to go.

and you know its like a waist land when you can't see the sunshine under all those alcoholic shadows, what a way to live.

Feeling like a lost dog on a pole in a winter snow
w  a  i  t  i  n  g ______outside the bar,
                           I've seen Wayne Coyne with fur and heels on arm,
and I'm //almost uneven in a toxic drink // but my cig  a r e t t e **burns ash
out on the oklahoma street.
        we can make it home on of Montreal beat.  

oh so mischevious as a fox in dark leaves of green and Desire.
asleep on a coach under sheets of mystery and kitten fur.
with crusty toothpaste and ****** gums cleaning off what was
to , always
judged as a minor  star in a music bar
                 we are all here,                and now,                   and wild.

Come,
as an untamed dessert lover with a tipped cup of emotion in caffeen steam.
                 oh wonderful traveler with polar bear ice cream .
                                 "look at all these people cages!"
                                        boxes of broken penniless dreams.
"that's a cool tree house though,  and that oh yeah another condemened house for you to live in"                            HA                                ­                       HAH ahh ha ha....

SO, sometimes I feel like a circus clown at the rail of room 39
                           like I've always thought with sound, and needing to finish work,
            take my medicine as I should
                get directions from trickster's with inhumane sorcery,           could you tell
                                                            ­                                                             them I did well?

realizing its all a wave that crashes us like a tidled surf.
                                                                ­ I want like dear old foes a place to be a fool and take it all slowly.
             What was once said to be real
                          is long bled
                           as a heart
                upon the sleeve turns blue.

liquid courage and muddy feat
track across the unknown sands,
walking towards affinity.

hear the heart beat there isn't much
that can stand the scene,
of life and death and beginnings.

i don't care about material things
like my social stats.
winded up on a nails hinge
threaded by divine design.

everything carries it's weight
in colour.

a giant's eye
the sky
a fingerprint
in time
a pale blue dot
in view
part of God
and You.

I sit outside with cold thoughts wrapped in my hair
as voices carry to my ears, numb from information.
people laugh through window cracks and heat evaporates the door locks. breathing in each quiet moment. my hands carry a weight of words my lips kissing silent air. I am alone with a stale buzz.

good night poets.

almost zero
i have been told,
the risk is that low.

whisky and women,
can't have
it any other way.

said with  parched lips.

The dawn dipped red the morning light,
Calling forth thundering spring just like
An ocean of storming clouds.

It cracked the sky's black heart.

The large eye socket of Thor
Stretched in gnarled greys,
Tailored in the howling winds,
Clawing the earth in Titan strength-
Drenched the ground in flooding tears.

I shake the world from my feet
***** and unholy
Bring forth a new start

Stepping towards the mark
Lifted from trails
Blown through the altitude.

Blessed by love and torn from death
To gather hope ill be in your heart

When the day grows dark
The light shines on
My stride is stronge
My smile rung

But I'll keep on keeping on

I threw your heart out to sea
Just to see if it would drown.
I carried the weight and pole,
Fishing for that blue soul.

This is the house of mystery
And your the guessing game.

Just as you caught the world
Old Atlas strung and stronge.
Ignited a blooming flower
With love and merry song.

But today I'm traveling on,
Traveling on.

do street art with FIRE, and wasteland, zombies. and surfers  and lightning. clouds rain! unicorn

A witch
A siren
A harpy

Sees the moonlight
On water
Like pearls

Like my memory
My sailor heart stirred
Awakens
To the oceans
lore

The water
Is deep
Is restless

Dark things live
Beneath
These waves

The treasure
Hidden
And kept
Secret

A journey
Most dangerous
And a dragon
Laid waste

The house sleeps while I tip with toes
Around the boys
Who stink of smoke and dream,
About the girl who
As a mouse was quiet without a peep.

And all the words left unsaid
Were echoed in that
Drifter's head.

exposition of my position
connecting epic art of
scifi legend extraordinare
frank franzetta.

from my back to distant Barsoom
A princess of Mars is my captive muse
to a story of a pale blue dot.

where an archer's bow points
her lady-ship has no censorship
unbiased in crowded eyes.

blinking aeons of information
torching elemental tables
undisguised for public record.  

unforgettable this ticking thought of self
Converging lines and tectonic season
Moving over earth with pilgrim miles.

i moaned a thought to a certain sigh, why am i such a mess?
that rain looks like shine and actions unrefined?
what a beauty waisted on time.

i saw,
i saw,
what truly lay there.

too sweet to lay bear,

why was it so hard to see,
that ,leaving meant
leaving ache to seed.

let nature be free,
i must be a little crazy..