i listen and there is no speech
the collective is silent

the trees sway                              breezes blow
breeders mate
we don’t exist

spiritual anarchy is a man without borders
he will be or not be, whichever he decides
it’s about decisions and he makes them all
he decides his position in the universe
he bleeds his blood, when he’ll allow it
he speaks or holds silent in an alleyway
or a field full of promise and wild ambition

he knows everything and he knows that he knows nothing at all
the dichotomy between the decision and anti-decision is anarchy
it is a word and he lives by it

open
spread
i
enter

in light
in dark
we
unite

with love
with heart
yab-yum
comes

blessings
sexually
divide
and protect

timid, not anymore
bold, always
peaceful, there’s also chaos
quiet, some days

i, zach, we’d both be in love with art and life if we knew truth
i think we do

small steps will get you there
but the master knows that large leaps have their purpose, too
time is an illusion

small thoughts can enlighten you
but the master knows that large minds have their purpose, too
thought is an illusion

the match of the century : absence versus thin air

if i had the mind to alter time, i’d be divine
alive with rhyme, i’d live to die
i’d be fine

when i burrow my head under the sand,
i understand that it’s all in my hands
i’ll stand

taking promises as payments, i’ll empty the sky
the clouds will be grounded and the stars will swim in lakes and streams
the sun and the moon will be wed once more
i’ll be the ring bearer
i’ll carry their promises

if i was told to grow old, i’d be bold
i’d question time until all the wrinkles were folds
i don’t do what i’m told

the midnight sky would be blank, there’d be nothing
no definitions, no prejudices, no false pretenses, nothing to deter minds from true light
we’d all stumble around and find truth
we’d all fall in love
i’ll carry our hopes

we are people; there are no deities that love us more than we love ourselves.
it’s deep, but we’ve got that love buried in us, somewhere.
behind blackened lungs, broken hearts, ruptured spleens and shattered vertebrae, maybe we’ll find that love.
what i have learned in my years of searching, is this:
you’ll never find what you want, but if you are honest with yourself, it may find you.

i’ll spit in a wishing well, walk on a dimly lit highway and dive head first into shallow water all because i want to.  i will forever walk that line that divides decency and insanity.  that is my place and i love it.

hot ****!
sleeping under the stars, a bottle of wine, a puff of smoke and love blooming.
hello wilderness.  how are you?  i’m doing well, i say.

cool tongues speaking soft words of enlightenment and adoration.
a kiss here and a touch there, i dance with excitement.
new lives engulfed in new flames.

with time flying by, i know the simple things will keep me sane.
the beautiful things will allow me to keep my name.
baked goods with frozen dairy, is there anything better.

music is all around.
places in time and space are calling my name.
i respond, ‘i am far too busy to be with you now, but i will adore the thought of you and i will see you soon.’

smoke,
drink,
dance,
discuss,
love,
eat,
oh, how i love to eat!

this is my list, blessed.