Ive never been a believer
Not in the preternal, supernatural entities
That command our lives.
When chaos errupts
Or the ensuring peace in the eye of the hurricane
The feeling lingers
a want, a need arises.
Suddenly when I look at myself
In the hollowed reflection of the mirrors gaze
I have never prayed more fervently
To a god that I don't believe in
That thinks my life a sin
I pray, postrate and beg,
Til my tongue is full of blisters,
And my lips are cracked
That I could be welcomed into the silence

Give me peace.
Give me death.
Give me quiet.

For it must be hard to love someone
Who loves death more.

I’ve shifted again
cloned to this moment
movement saturated with magnetic attraction
Birds clothed with daunting spiral screeches
dives
into
black berry pie

Grandma’s hands veined with my spirit
called me to the pitchers mound
I see a possibility and I aim,
my spine speaks the diatribe of loosing
but my heart is snickering like an older brother
laughing out loud, copying my every word

( I am confused and a bit angry)

this a proven tactic my world seems to set loose on my
Learning.

Right then?

I care for naught; my heart nor my head
So then I think

Who am I?

I am suspended above likeness
Above suspicion
Above the ‘norm’
I am loose and I fit into groves
like extended membrane of rats
inside the crush of cellophane noise
four years old at christmas unwrapping gifts
freely expecting life to deliver

but a father, a mother, a friend, a stranger
warps my view
black like blue

Clothed in sound
It is almost assured the sun will shine today
It is almost assured the grass will grow
It is almost assured I will become more

Scene 2: I am back on the pitchers mound
the screaming errupts
such unruly delight from the crowd of my memories
going back seems deafining

I throw the ball
I hear a crack
my within and without
assembles like crosswords on Sunday
sound becomes me
the life I know
knows me
(we’ve been friends thoughout time and beyond)

all at once I catch up to the knitting of dreams and beliefs
Into something ‘not known before’

Pearls made from sand
ENTIRE STRAND…

I understand there is more than mind and heart
( blasphemy?)
I understand there is space between the moments
between breathing in and out

Oh sweet spot transition!

Crack….

Here I am

Right where I am

using the substance between the seeming separation
as starting point
of all I deem real

Linaji 2011

Panic errupts
As my composure disappears.
False accusations;
the end draws near.

Such a beautiful soul;
You're simply pure.
A smile on your face,
So dangerous,
It's scary.

Distance so deadly
Meaning obstained
Treachous preditors
Prance on my terrain.

Manipulative beings
endanger your existance
As I sit and pray
For your beautiful and safe return.

Menacing followers
Pry as we fight
Soul filled with sorrow,
It all happened that night.

Cries of despair
Rip from my soul.
All emotions gone a wry,
your fate's been decided.

One slippery mistake
And you are easily gone.
Stay close to me baby,
Everything as feared,
Went wrong.

Every single thing has a beginning
Ecah consonant starts with a single star
Every matter  pulps from atoms
Each dream errupts from a single hope
Just like that
You grow with the beginning
From the first cry
Your first smile
The little frown of your yawn
Gazing the dream like nights
Thinking of the mystical feelings
Everything has a start
And so do you.
It palpalates into your demons
It creates your angels
It beats your heart
It aches your muscles
It dwells on your liberty
It suffocates your laughter
It  propounds your ecasty
It needs you
It helps you
It eats you
It parasites you.
Thing is
You let it.

Flint cracks and flame errupts.
Crisp green turns to charred black.
Each inhale
pulls clouded plumes into my lungs.
The taste rolls along my tongue.
In fragrant wisps
my anxiety melts.
Burning bad days,
caressing the pain away.
Glazed and glossy eyes
see the silver lining through the haze.

Like a rabid beast I need unchained, ive been a textured slave for many a years,
Built into the drainpipe of society,
Gathering fears,
Like a snake I slither the uncut grass,
Where thy brain is cut in half seeking thy other half!!!
Pounded unsensational headache errupts,
As the world stays currupt,
I gather Intel of governmental verse
A pharoah church to marry a queen I do want,
No falsehood nor stunts,
But realism, in movie theater form!!!
I want to be reborn in her atmospheric charisma!!!
Mi amour' , she of far shores
Take me home to whence I came!!!!!

nearby a tree,

well-acquainted from each passing season flowing into the other -

through smudged glass, inside a bleak chamber

where aurora timidly enters past the all-embracing shutter

seldom seen by the sun herself, let alone a neighbor

a lack of amiability, a lack of sanity, perhaps a lick of calamity

for the ego is a famished beast, emerges viciously from the pits

of torment, quelled fleetingly until high time for a feast strikes:

it errupts and errupt it will! - so let it dwell within once more.



nearby a tree,

on the comfort of concrete across ever so slight damp meadows -

to ponder the cracks and wildflowers, the wind gently soughs

in harmony with a sonorous choir of boughs

curious cattle - a herd of cows

listening; listening to distant calls of birds -

to the cries of my withering soul and my words sealed still

for the ego is a famished beast - lurking nearby this tree