thoughts are transmitted
via translucent dragonfly mosquitos
from the angeled mountains of an ancient africa
to the plagued fountains of a new chimerica
miracles of disease and possibility in this
naked play they bear
fruitwords
juicing gifts of malleable meaning clothes for being or
chains, chainings
and so you are
water and messaging
carried all from timelands so distant & vague you are forever a
vague and distant stranger to your self.

when a man or woman is cut
wide, and deep enough
they bleed
despair
and with the desperate drops flows all the
thought force of all the riversrunnininthabellyod'earth.
in these despedrops
the flickerin' reflexions of starbirds turn banal to beauty
meaning
dangerously alive
in them the wombman is mirrored countless
countless times each a
split second in their life a
minute detail in their endless skies.

today i made
upon leaving home
a wish
that an image would come to stand frozen
across my peepholepupil
of what it will not matter;
and that some one, whomever,
a dancer, a ***,
would come to stand staring
just intentsly enough
to have this moist unmatter
touch to fill their own eye.

this has all happened, just now, a blink before our ending -
all of it, together, when you told me
ah feigned casualty:
it's the sweetness that kills you
or was it
yr perfect just the way you are.

at the last i followed your passing with my gaze as your wake
the most intensfool one i could ever make
as your backs became horizons i
turned tilting to the old borderline
it stood as ever sealing the sea -
sealing a sea that heeeaved against the
plentyfullpollutionoftheshorelinepowerplantplantation inc smoke sky
beyond a wind oh
my window, ours
the wind wowed with that old border time
i saw the blue behemeoth
spotted four white dots in crescent form
and you see, looking through thus windowed i simply could not say
were they sailboats, fallenserapheathers
or reflexions of those electricpearlights upon waxfloressence
from the waning walls of the halls you just walked
out of
time
all around me
wail the waking walls of a maze my hazedazedgaze
your never.

No man hath dared to write this thing as yet,
And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great
At times pass athrough us,
And we are melted into them, and are not
Save reflexions of their souls.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am
One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief,
Or am such holy ones I may not write
Lest blasphemy be writ against my name;
This for an instant and the flame is gone.

’Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphere
Translucent, molten gold, that is the “I”
And into this some form projects itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine;
And as the clear space is not if a form’s
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.

The scents
the smokes
the spices that singe to perfection
I see my reflexion
A tossing ocean of blues and greens
the glidings of an embassy
unbeknownst to the bright world
the sea.  I see my ocean
the sands approach and
island girl climbs
from shimmering lights
bright as sun reflexions
off the water.
Long tresses with thistle
and grasses
she passes the palms
Bare ankles soft pedals
Of padded feet on sand and stone
Roam
Just enough and not too much
time and quiet and space and the roar of surrounding
Survive the fruits of
strength and the climb
the herbs
the healing
scents
smokes.
the spices.




Island
companions
and treetop
roofrock
sounds
of night
healing leaves
grasses
and herbs.

Sweet drips
of fruits
that uncurl
in prying
palms.
Seeded beauties
with beads
of sunset
pearls.
Shells of milky
rainbow and
clashing
slate

and the
kick back
fire sky
night side
beats.
The beats
of
roaming clouds.
En-route to
the buttermilk
moon.
Purple
Arabia of
the Horizon.

Can you feel it tonight?
We go by the moonlight
When  the street is brand new
Silvery but gold stricken too

In the absence of light
Shadows try to survive
Not this time, nevermore
We rise up and open the door

My pain is reeling
I don't care about her tears
No my heart has no feeling
It went numb over the years

Made a tower of smoke
To replace what you took
Red reflexions, red wine
Keep it full till I survive

Dance away like a doll
Turn away when you call
With the moon watching me
Quiet strenght, full bravery

My demons are reeling
They don't care about my tears
No my heart has no feeling
It went numb over the years

I was chasing you... All around the school for you to tell me how to make your burdens a little lighter and your eyes a little brighter. I saw how broken you felt, not looked. Cause I knew that you had to keep it hidden and had to be ok. But that didn't really work out... Anyways at least I don't have to chase you anymore even though you're going away.
  ‎ we've had so many fights and there have been so many situations where it would've been so much easier to walk away from this friendship, this alliance against everything bad I'm this world, but what would I be without you? What would I be without the person that single handedly kept me alive when I felt like I should disappear, not die. What would I be without you keeping me here?
  ‎ Hey best friend, you are so strong even when you shouldn't be sometimes. You are so brave even when there's nothing to be scared of. You. You are everything you are, you want to be and can be. You are what makes this world go round, what makes MY world go round cause it was kind of just there before I dragged you into it. You are rage and passion, hate and love, you are all the things I can't give names to. You are your name, as in the word of God. But never forget that you will always be the world of a goddess too. I don't know what I am without you but you will forever surpass everything keeping you from happiness cause that's what I know you to do. YOOOUUUU!!! You stupid little boy!!! I love you so much. You are everything that I have turned into because aren't we really reflexions of who we love. So like we're basically the same person right now. Point is I'm going to miss you like crazy and life is gonna be hard without you. Let's not make any promises and let's not say any goodbyes. But I'll miss you.
I already miss you writing this like 2 months before you even leave. X
   01.04.18