love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality

open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist *******
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all

I won’t say much about how I was raised
Except this, it was horrid
Bugs flying every which way left me mortified
Up until my death bed I will be aggrieved
Crawly bits going over my feet
How did I end up in that situation?
Why was I in the pit of disgusting things?
Oh well, you see, I’m out now
So I guess that’s all that matters
Just a bmp in the road
Yet, now it seems I see things
At night in my dreams I wake up screaming
As a snake wriggles across my chest
And millipedes writhe down my throat
That life apparently wasn’t good for me
Not in the least bit slightly
My mind aches from nights spent awake
Praying on the side of my cot
Hoping the badness would go away
That the monsters would stay out
But to no avail
Why did I end up this deranged?
Why am I so sick in the head?
You can blame my upbringing
And all the things that haunt me
But for now
I’ll pretend I’m fine
For I can’t wake up otherwise

It peeks through my armor and sprouts out my back
Taken from me and I gladly let it go
Millipedes are kind animals, centipedes are not
Araneae is what's possessing me
(maybe it's what I am)
but I can't help but think of other bugs, of independence

Scars and skin -
millipedes roaming baking flesh.

Inner canals -
Venetian arteries/gondola full.

Then the marrow. The MARROW.

That dripping core slipping away.

Food of decay.

I remember
When I was young
I used to play in the garden
And there were my friends
The insects, the dogs and the cat
We’d be lost out there for who knows how long
Climbing the trees
Climbing the fences
Nothing was too high
Watching the skies
As they say,
Time flies by

I’d spend all day
Out there
If I could
Feeling my feet
Conform to the wood
The same way
The snail
Holds the ground
And the boatman beetle
Swims upside down

Do you remember
That one time
Not so long ago
When your mother said
She locked you out sometimes
And forced you to stay outside
Pretending not to hear youre screaming
To come in
She sent away the neighbour
Through the window
That I could only come in
When my father
Got home.

And do you remember
Sometimes
That the only acceptable excuse
Was in desperate need
All the fun things
Always come back
And I can’t avoid the connotations
The sly suggestions
That all I knew
Has been tainted
In the tentacles
Stuck in that slime
That never washes off
The yellow stain
Of so many millipedes
I wanted to show
Everything I know
Has been
Enshrined
In neglect
Or abuse.

I was recently asked
If grasshoppers
Blow their nose
In winter
I immediately answered
No
They have to hold it
‘Til next summer
But in winter
Millipedes ski

Daisy sniffed the ground.
Always looking for someone
Other dogs abound.

New York in winter
Cold with snow and freezing ice
Thawing toward the spring

Spring in Florida
Not much diff’rent than winter
Not much of a change

3/28/17

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Happy, salient times
Golden rays of morning sun
Silver glow of dusk

Piano music
Tunes to savor all alone
Tunes to share with friends

Golden leaves of fall
Barren limbs of winter trees
Changing in the spring

3/28/17



Cutting the grass
Savoring the springtime
Holding drops of dew

3/28/17



Freezing rain and snow
Silken black lace of winter
Children ice skating.

There’s the ocean green
Sail boats slowly drifting by
Waves break on the beach

4/4/17


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Live oaks and palm trees
Ring around communities
Florida dreamers

4/4/17



Florida alive
Lizards, frogs and millipedes
Ibis on the wing

Scorching summer days
Children swimming in a lake
Slowly seasons change

5/27/17



Happy golden breeze
Sails across the lily pond
Cooling sunlit days

5/28/17



Summer’s half over
Stifling heat and thunderstorms
Looking toward the fall

Fall retains its glow
Falling leaves and golden times
Followed by the snow

Passing days of yore
Filled with joy and happy times
Mem’ries still retained

8/10/17



Wild geese on the wing
Chasing shadows at ev’ning
Forming flocks in flight

8/31/17



Daisy loves her porch
Her world of tranquility
Daisy is a dog

9/3/17



Gliding through the mist
Glorying in the morning
Grateful for the day

9/4/17



Happiness of home
Planning on going back there
Never leave again

Too much time away
Too many lonely hours
Memories sustain



Dreaming of the end
Thinking of the day to come
Promises ahead

10/19/17



Golden light on trees
Punctuates the afternoon
Rounding out the day

12/13/17



Cooler days surround
Now emptying the remnants
Of life’s lethargy

Lovely clothes of fall
Awakening the mem’ries
Happy times ahead

12/14/17



Sunrise wakes the day
While dozing rejuvenates
The mind and the soul

12/30/17



Sadness pervades me
Longing for another time
Happy days of yore


Feelings overwhelm
Driving forces moving on
Taking roads unplanned

1/26/18


Another hot day
It’s supposed to be winter
Seasons standing still

Only the wind knows
Blowing through leaves and branches
Passages of time

Fading in the mist
Transmutations near ending
Waiting for release

1/28/18



Too many shadows
The pigeon holes of a life
Fading in the dusk

4/5/18



Our lives are a wire
Plugged into technology
Not humanity

6/3/18



Stream of consciousness
Flighty as a butterfly
Floating in the wind

A rough-tough creampuff
Proud to be a Gemini
Basking in the light

Still walked like a duck
Grounded by her memories
Of dancing en l’air

Breezes in the trees
Testify to happiness
Once again renewed

Recipes for life
Never follow laid out plans
Yet find their own way

6/14/18



Pastoral mornings
Glare of summer afternoons
Cool refreshing nights

8/15/18



I sit on the porch
Watching the moon and the stars
Holding hands with God

8/22/18

Too many daydreams
Watching the doorstep of life
Nothing realized

8/24/18



Half way to the stars
Finding true love forever
Golden days ahead

8/28/18

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Your Piano Man
Lonely before I met you
Now my dreams come true

8/29/18

Wanna say some big words.
Dig first.
And pull the remaining numbers.
After making half a fraction.
Of this big world.
But **** it. It's a glimpse. In time.
Like me oh **** it I'm a big girl.
I make **** stir. So fry. Them veggies
You noodle heads.
Bite your lip. . And flip it till the lid burns......
Like I dont want to chem death.
Sail away. Before my essence.
Lives its seven lessons
Inside our fixed world
Opening a can of millipedes
A hundred feet.
Marching with the big worms.
I really know Michelle.
Became addicted
After twisting. Paths
With trans vibes
Hoping substances made big girls...
So I'm scared to get addicted.
**** is risky
With my home address.
Resident. To solely live in this world.
This girl.
Ninja turtle. Tunnel vision.
Fixed on splinter
Better get shredder when my **** hurts.
Competitive. My shell. A diamond stone
That's hard and cold.
The compress. Make complex.
Diamond.... born of coal.
My home away from home
Not roads you name.
Unknown and overgrown
But rode daily just the same

My shoes. The souls.
A gentle step.
From. Being properly formed. Bit torn But more like love protection
From the storm. And worn to keep me warm.
My insides crack like. Magic. God snaps. His fingers. My back gets cracking
My lungs a cancer tract.
I hope that I cough up
What's  remaining brain cells still
In practice
Need to quit. This ***** severe
My weirdness. Kept inside madness
Magically appears
Until the emptiness grows near.
Dreading life without a change.
My world of pain.
And shame and tears...
I need god. To motive make.
A slow and most dramatically break.
That lowly flows from head to toe

*** mona the warrior. So waits...
Severed head. To overflow her plate
Tony tucker. Get it straight.
Blood flows like smuggled dope
Inside the freights.
Tryna show off something
Unnacomplished yet. Seems
So ******* fake.
Refrain from saying it.
Till god actually breaks your face....
Have a toilet autopsy. Inquiry. Into the king's untimely death.
My queen forgets. The torment lent to her at his hands inside her head




**** me. I **** at transformations.
Leave it to someone who's better.
I tried when I was a teen.
Couldn't do it.
Trying now. Really not happening.
If it happens awesome if not. Well oh well.