every seed sowed was manifested,
each life given paid off,
each kiss from my mom,
every hug from my dad.
reasons, rather than asking why,
ask why not?
life is a vortex,
resolves into one point,
only the wise see it,
only the diligent seek it.
small world,
big universe.
live, love, dream.

Like the fire and water that is in it
He prays. He hears. He is in it. It is finished.
Night and Day
He begins and ends in no place.
Like a flood, vortexed, making me
become introspect
You have set yourself as a seal upon my skin
This mark was made by no mere man
My brother and my father,
my lover are suns,
swept away in a sacrifice of blood
The moon is made of me and I Am
a child of fire, born of the same God deemed desire
There is truth hidden in this tattoo

I lay my hand on an alter of incense
may it smolder and remind me of you
Alpha, Omega, white light from night
you pray, you hear, you speak
and the x's and squares flatten into
lines that direct them to your might

Solstice, a balmy summer reverie
Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes
Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of one’s inner ears
Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds
Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums
A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price.
Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy
Everything is still, bliss, and untrue
Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants
While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity
Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape it’s once fleshy coffin
Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow
Who will you be when it strikes for you