Flash finger,
Star stinger,
Late night beamer,
Overstretched light years,
Behind the screen,
A different system,
Listens silently,
Marked by a closeness tighter than the earths web,
Giving everything to the simple act of moving forward,
I don’t know much about the lines people draw inside,
I fall through them and can’t get a sign through.
So far behind the simmering sands,
I know there’s no end to this design,
Scrounge up some star flakes,
And blast me off again,
With rocket pops, paints, pimps, and write ups,
Hang me in the stars, clouds, and skies of the atmosphere itself,
In the immeasurable so I can always be anew,
Please,
Or the moist end of town,
The sharp end of the sword,
That only come together when I know it’s too late,
And all the records still play,
But I remain a stranger,
to pay off the winners,
And let the losers shake me down for the rest,
It’s gonna take everything to fix this mess,
All the trigger happy wagered and wired bets,
To come clean with the windscreen,
and the verdant depth in the wind,
Monday, August 23, 2010
Isis
The crisis is over, Isis cries all along the Nile,
Time stops for the beating drum,
Time stops for the falling foot,
Time stops for the falling tear,
The mirror tips in the quartz temple organization.
She places perfect stillness in my longing, to keep our dialogue under the electric dance
of names, places, and things, to keep one of my daylight shadows missing and one nighttime memory forgiven.
With this allowance, freedom is sustained, and no one knows weather to laugh or cry in the unnamed silence of our reciprocity.
I remain half way solid in the choice to finally surrender,
my eyes don’t meet in the untamed graveyard statues.
I swing outside the river of flying windows with their schedules, plans and priorities, and bottom lines, who tell you how and when to hold your breath.
I listen to rhymes in the wind with tiny strings that catch the sirens smoldering star far out at sea, catch the emergency dream oozing, reborn unfolded to study deaths offering of appended reaching, silence without permanence, and a guess to refill the rhythmic universe,
processed into color in a dark room,
to let out enough emptiness and questions and pretend it is only mothersip parameters.
Isis was the only one who took the chance on the off hand exchange, to free up revelation,
to stuff the missing link, who had no bones, who had no home, She lives in totalities,
She lives mouth to mouth. She is queen of eggshell skipping, She is beyond bent lens dipping.
She is the sense of sovereignty within autonomous deliverance.
Her revolving doors dominate the landscape and nothing is lost in her secrets.
She is a universe to herself. I can always find a few places she likes to hang out, the fresh smell of lightning, I catch the flash of her smile, time stands still. She knows a thousand languages with a single word. Her skin is the morning dew in a pine forest, drifting perfection, a million drips without beginning or end, in ocean swirl and desert pool, shared with bird and beast. I dance along pulsing, pounding, beats of our timeless, rise of our wingless, fall of our spaceless, change
streaks boarderlessly the looking glass of my eye. I cross through and through, light houses in the sky, blend the pitches of eternal laughter, to faint to be, invisible root convergence, distillation of haunting midnight mist, somewhere, discreetly, everythings been said and done,
Hers is the road through which the seasons change, roll along slender fingers aloft,
at night, all her eyes and the moon, carefully wrought together in one horizon, a single nerve, a
single breath, passion in vision through an empty star hinged gate, all curves correspond to her softness, a beauty in another world, rainbows, silvery voices in my heart ring, she shows me water that moves in a wheel, a time when I was born, a door to dream time I sense in the wind that says
look, and when my eyes fail to see, she gives me tears to believe in, and I have to let them fall, all
the way down, to taste the beginning again, My squeaky tongue touches the dust of science, she reminds me, stars form, stars fall, go with, the light
Time stops for the beating drum,
Time stops for the falling foot,
Time stops for the falling tear,
The mirror tips in the quartz temple organization.
She places perfect stillness in my longing, to keep our dialogue under the electric dance
of names, places, and things, to keep one of my daylight shadows missing and one nighttime memory forgiven.
With this allowance, freedom is sustained, and no one knows weather to laugh or cry in the unnamed silence of our reciprocity.
I remain half way solid in the choice to finally surrender,
my eyes don’t meet in the untamed graveyard statues.
I swing outside the river of flying windows with their schedules, plans and priorities, and bottom lines, who tell you how and when to hold your breath.
I listen to rhymes in the wind with tiny strings that catch the sirens smoldering star far out at sea, catch the emergency dream oozing, reborn unfolded to study deaths offering of appended reaching, silence without permanence, and a guess to refill the rhythmic universe,
processed into color in a dark room,
to let out enough emptiness and questions and pretend it is only mothersip parameters.
Isis was the only one who took the chance on the off hand exchange, to free up revelation,
to stuff the missing link, who had no bones, who had no home, She lives in totalities,
She lives mouth to mouth. She is queen of eggshell skipping, She is beyond bent lens dipping.
She is the sense of sovereignty within autonomous deliverance.
Her revolving doors dominate the landscape and nothing is lost in her secrets.
She is a universe to herself. I can always find a few places she likes to hang out, the fresh smell of lightning, I catch the flash of her smile, time stands still. She knows a thousand languages with a single word. Her skin is the morning dew in a pine forest, drifting perfection, a million drips without beginning or end, in ocean swirl and desert pool, shared with bird and beast. I dance along pulsing, pounding, beats of our timeless, rise of our wingless, fall of our spaceless, change
streaks boarderlessly the looking glass of my eye. I cross through and through, light houses in the sky, blend the pitches of eternal laughter, to faint to be, invisible root convergence, distillation of haunting midnight mist, somewhere, discreetly, everythings been said and done,
Hers is the road through which the seasons change, roll along slender fingers aloft,
at night, all her eyes and the moon, carefully wrought together in one horizon, a single nerve, a
single breath, passion in vision through an empty star hinged gate, all curves correspond to her softness, a beauty in another world, rainbows, silvery voices in my heart ring, she shows me water that moves in a wheel, a time when I was born, a door to dream time I sense in the wind that says
look, and when my eyes fail to see, she gives me tears to believe in, and I have to let them fall, all
the way down, to taste the beginning again, My squeaky tongue touches the dust of science, she reminds me, stars form, stars fall, go with, the light
Friday, June 18, 2010
out of the firmament
Out of the firmament, eyes come forth,
Sensitivities more diverse than the continents,
Pairs entagled beyond the seven oceans,
Behind closed eyes, untold regions grow,
White with age,
Just like the winter sage,
Drying out on the plain,
A place where only strangers meet,
Out of the firmament,
Multiples of mysteries,
The sun and moon to live again,
Down the rabbit hole,
To the celestial source,
Through the mirror,
Under empty skies,
Between our thighs,
Private cries,
Out of the firmament,
Wondering why,
Warm from insight,
Too much to hold on our own,
We must move on,
One by one we slide through the same light,
At different times,
Catch the ineffable height,
And the demons hide,
Bend the fluctuations,
I try to mend, dive, and revive,
Offerings and eternity to unwind,
Out of the firmament,
Carry the new eyes,
Throught sanctuaries and graveyards,
Meeting places and passages,
A pageantry of solemn serenity,
Tonight the obscure oddities parade,
Darkeness a new depth,
Where I whisper to myself,
All my crazy darling lilies,
Sensitivities more diverse than the continents,
Pairs entagled beyond the seven oceans,
Behind closed eyes, untold regions grow,
White with age,
Just like the winter sage,
Drying out on the plain,
A place where only strangers meet,
Out of the firmament,
Multiples of mysteries,
The sun and moon to live again,
Down the rabbit hole,
To the celestial source,
Through the mirror,
Under empty skies,
Between our thighs,
Private cries,
Out of the firmament,
Wondering why,
Warm from insight,
Too much to hold on our own,
We must move on,
One by one we slide through the same light,
At different times,
Catch the ineffable height,
And the demons hide,
Bend the fluctuations,
I try to mend, dive, and revive,
Offerings and eternity to unwind,
Out of the firmament,
Carry the new eyes,
Throught sanctuaries and graveyards,
Meeting places and passages,
A pageantry of solemn serenity,
Tonight the obscure oddities parade,
Darkeness a new depth,
Where I whisper to myself,
All my crazy darling lilies,
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
slang world
It’s a slang world,
Replicated, duplicated, concentrated, reconstituted,
So they wish upon their stars,
It’s a back drop world,
Flip flop, dreams and waking,
Just hazy travels, salty treasures,
Micro blip once a river,
Up and gone world
Of the quick and the dead,
Of magnetic shifts,
mind and mirror world,
can’t slow the holding,
Seeds fall back into the cup on their own
It’s a scratch and sniff world,
kiss and tell,
only mercy at the well
if you hear the bell toll,
Replicated, duplicated, concentrated, reconstituted,
So they wish upon their stars,
It’s a back drop world,
Flip flop, dreams and waking,
Just hazy travels, salty treasures,
Micro blip once a river,
Up and gone world
Of the quick and the dead,
Of magnetic shifts,
mind and mirror world,
can’t slow the holding,
Seeds fall back into the cup on their own
It’s a scratch and sniff world,
kiss and tell,
only mercy at the well
if you hear the bell toll,
Sunday, May 23, 2010
night heat
Night Heat,
Arises in every street, in every private screening,
In cricket wings,
The return of spring,
Eternal rebirth,
Night heat,
You bring to me,
The vastness of rhythm,
The unity of beat,
The stillness of between,
Touched and freed,
Space echoing of release,
Mastery of defeat,
Night heat,
Beyond certainty,
You are my essence,
I am your embodiment,
We live in unity,
The end of understanding,
Already achieved equality,
Long before images and reason,
Philosophy, faith, belief, and meaning,
Night heat,
My dream body,
Adrift until I awaken,
Drop by drop not a single miss,
All I require forgotten,
A new technology of taken in,
All I need retired,
Teetering on the edge of the starfields,
Night heat,
Shadow seer,
Inner chamber revealer,
Another door in my reflection,
Hand in hand,
Take my hair down to the local Laundromat……
Arises in every street, in every private screening,
In cricket wings,
The return of spring,
Eternal rebirth,
Night heat,
You bring to me,
The vastness of rhythm,
The unity of beat,
The stillness of between,
Touched and freed,
Space echoing of release,
Mastery of defeat,
Night heat,
Beyond certainty,
You are my essence,
I am your embodiment,
We live in unity,
The end of understanding,
Already achieved equality,
Long before images and reason,
Philosophy, faith, belief, and meaning,
Night heat,
My dream body,
Adrift until I awaken,
Drop by drop not a single miss,
All I require forgotten,
A new technology of taken in,
All I need retired,
Teetering on the edge of the starfields,
Night heat,
Shadow seer,
Inner chamber revealer,
Another door in my reflection,
Hand in hand,
Take my hair down to the local Laundromat……
Saturday, May 15, 2010
just like any other memory
Just like any other memory,
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betweened, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other mindstream
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other feeling,
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory,
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other seamless stance,
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thumb up, trump and tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak seek tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other sensory relay,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other common place.
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betweened, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other mindstream
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other feeling,
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory,
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other seamless stance,
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thumb up, trump and tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak seek tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other sensory relay,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other common place.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
apricot jubilee
Apricot jubilee, fairies of debris, secret chanting rhyming sanctuary. My prayer circle is a satellite that turns with my sister. I’ve been waiting for thee, now I give up my hopes rhythmically, in the crosses of my camel’s heels and humps, I release cells of celluloid into a fountain.
I release calls without retreat.
I enter the darkness in the end.
I release dust into the void.
I call in the name no one can hear, in the sound of shattered voices, in the ground shaping paces, in the face of a vision.
I have one drop of crystal water on my lotus brow, between all my scattered opal eyes, staring they keep the wax picture of winter’s community half-full at midnight, a whispered dance in the curtains nurturing the east.
I am carbon ash, wherever I light the flame it is the same light and gentle tone, the jet stream’s lazy hand, satin changes and steel contracts.
I am empty in my laughter.
She acts afraid washing my apron and chain, I feel safe with all my scars, with my lesions and tattoos, laughing along in the lilac parade, looking for the catalog of extinct flying birds available for consumption at any time.
Mazes of the stances of a soldier’s last day and the breath of an undersea glider, love’s first potion at dawn, diving over the edge and glimpses of freedom’s silhouette
fade to orderly homecoming forgotten equanimity.
Equal belief, equal belent
All glimpses begin as dreams, all movements begin as steam.
Straight jackets and silken robes.
The seed’s dreaming heart, always reborn solitarily in itself, delivered up by dendritic hooves, lacing baskets and drawing bows,
tiny packages talking tiny whispers,
islands underneath the skin,
islands without time,
islands rolling through blinking rippled cathode moon hourglasses,
winnowing shadows, sunburn marrow, finds hunger’s next sigh,
leaving crafty values around language, around smiles,
to keep unburying, electric entanglement washes riddles with oil.
tremors never wasted on feelings, nostrils’ precious home,
trachea crucifixion before fresh ripped blanket ecology,
string blooming recollection juices anticipation,
just inside elongated empty eye regret circuits around the shade,
with a song and a rhythm with a name of its own,
with a place to land, a place to be born,
a place of waxing and waning and wanting,
a place dreaming of a way to get to you,
a place that is dream to make you his own,
a haunted vision of shipwrecks out on the desert.
all the stars dreaming into each other,
spiral soft shell honk and a knife edged eye spilling spider webs,
berry lips and slip jaws hot arachnid footprints in delicious
scorched wheels flying continental drifts, heat wave weaves
sympathetic traces in new skin turn flawless looking spinning
around blue breeze train, consecrated bony fire scratches
precious history rings, gifts spinning in the radiant sea,
glints stabbing through kinesthetic dreams, weaving wet hanging
heavy heaving fading falling free breath filament throwbacks, wetbacks, immigrants of the noosphere, walking Aphrodite in the dust of conformity, tears teeth tongues worn weak in the moon silver heartbreak trance doorway over the green growing grasshopper catalyst crossover correction ocean, flower-bird circle flies toward another eye lens inverse equation, watching whirlwinds without words, adrift on a sail turning the page bellowing without resistance, shine and shadow to force and inertia, every moment is a solstice and apocalypse of desert wombs bell tree
sliding lotus, island brightness, my hands turn, lily reaching, orchid dancing, lilac distance,
I release calls without retreat.
I enter the darkness in the end.
I release dust into the void.
I call in the name no one can hear, in the sound of shattered voices, in the ground shaping paces, in the face of a vision.
I have one drop of crystal water on my lotus brow, between all my scattered opal eyes, staring they keep the wax picture of winter’s community half-full at midnight, a whispered dance in the curtains nurturing the east.
I am carbon ash, wherever I light the flame it is the same light and gentle tone, the jet stream’s lazy hand, satin changes and steel contracts.
I am empty in my laughter.
She acts afraid washing my apron and chain, I feel safe with all my scars, with my lesions and tattoos, laughing along in the lilac parade, looking for the catalog of extinct flying birds available for consumption at any time.
Mazes of the stances of a soldier’s last day and the breath of an undersea glider, love’s first potion at dawn, diving over the edge and glimpses of freedom’s silhouette
fade to orderly homecoming forgotten equanimity.
Equal belief, equal belent
All glimpses begin as dreams, all movements begin as steam.
Straight jackets and silken robes.
The seed’s dreaming heart, always reborn solitarily in itself, delivered up by dendritic hooves, lacing baskets and drawing bows,
tiny packages talking tiny whispers,
islands underneath the skin,
islands without time,
islands rolling through blinking rippled cathode moon hourglasses,
winnowing shadows, sunburn marrow, finds hunger’s next sigh,
leaving crafty values around language, around smiles,
to keep unburying, electric entanglement washes riddles with oil.
tremors never wasted on feelings, nostrils’ precious home,
trachea crucifixion before fresh ripped blanket ecology,
string blooming recollection juices anticipation,
just inside elongated empty eye regret circuits around the shade,
with a song and a rhythm with a name of its own,
with a place to land, a place to be born,
a place of waxing and waning and wanting,
a place dreaming of a way to get to you,
a place that is dream to make you his own,
a haunted vision of shipwrecks out on the desert.
all the stars dreaming into each other,
spiral soft shell honk and a knife edged eye spilling spider webs,
berry lips and slip jaws hot arachnid footprints in delicious
scorched wheels flying continental drifts, heat wave weaves
sympathetic traces in new skin turn flawless looking spinning
around blue breeze train, consecrated bony fire scratches
precious history rings, gifts spinning in the radiant sea,
glints stabbing through kinesthetic dreams, weaving wet hanging
heavy heaving fading falling free breath filament throwbacks, wetbacks, immigrants of the noosphere, walking Aphrodite in the dust of conformity, tears teeth tongues worn weak in the moon silver heartbreak trance doorway over the green growing grasshopper catalyst crossover correction ocean, flower-bird circle flies toward another eye lens inverse equation, watching whirlwinds without words, adrift on a sail turning the page bellowing without resistance, shine and shadow to force and inertia, every moment is a solstice and apocalypse of desert wombs bell tree
sliding lotus, island brightness, my hands turn, lily reaching, orchid dancing, lilac distance,
Saturday, May 1, 2010
the witness
The witness dreams, The witness drowns,
But can’t get to the core, wont give up the golden glow of holding,
Love of the out skirts but forgot the direction there,
The witness drowns alone,
Can’t keep his hands clean,
Never in quiet company,
His jump start deciphering,
Is a little in between,
Can’t get even,
The witness drowns untouched,
Behind the desert storm,
Gifted with the overload,
Sustained by the north pole,
A question to behold,
The containers fade over heard,
The witness dreams tied up in contrails,
Believes his paint by number schemes,
The sun and sunset never return,
And the middle of the night becomes freedom
The witness dreams cleaning the timepiece,
Lost in creamy resistance,
Wishes for formlessness,
And to discern the end of reminiscence,
The witness dissipates,
Half and half twice as fast for free,
Twice as much in the forgotten winter spree,
But can’t get to the core, wont give up the golden glow of holding,
Love of the out skirts but forgot the direction there,
The witness drowns alone,
Can’t keep his hands clean,
Never in quiet company,
His jump start deciphering,
Is a little in between,
Can’t get even,
The witness drowns untouched,
Behind the desert storm,
Gifted with the overload,
Sustained by the north pole,
A question to behold,
The containers fade over heard,
The witness dreams tied up in contrails,
Believes his paint by number schemes,
The sun and sunset never return,
And the middle of the night becomes freedom
The witness dreams cleaning the timepiece,
Lost in creamy resistance,
Wishes for formlessness,
And to discern the end of reminiscence,
The witness dissipates,
Half and half twice as fast for free,
Twice as much in the forgotten winter spree,
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Up in these hills,
Is a garden,
Only I know,
Up past the green eyes,
Between the mirrors,
Washed and clean,
They wait for me,
To slide across like randrops,
To melt away
Sand into spring
All the ancient warriors,
Who no longer pay the price,
Up in these hills,
There’s a height,
There’s no horizon,
There’s a weight,
There’s no carrier,
Mix up the sound,
In the silence,
and all the voices,
In a high ball glass,
Bend the grass storm,
To trick heaven,
Just a lttle tune
Baby starts to cry
And runs out of places to name
Up in these hills
Ones witness is not anothers grave,
Slowing again density and choice,
Nothings lost,
But I can’t find the sky,
Only orange light
To open every ant alien alchemy
Is a garden,
Only I know,
Up past the green eyes,
Between the mirrors,
Washed and clean,
They wait for me,
To slide across like randrops,
To melt away
Sand into spring
All the ancient warriors,
Who no longer pay the price,
Up in these hills,
There’s a height,
There’s no horizon,
There’s a weight,
There’s no carrier,
Mix up the sound,
In the silence,
and all the voices,
In a high ball glass,
Bend the grass storm,
To trick heaven,
Just a lttle tune
Baby starts to cry
And runs out of places to name
Up in these hills
Ones witness is not anothers grave,
Slowing again density and choice,
Nothings lost,
But I can’t find the sky,
Only orange light
To open every ant alien alchemy
Saturday, April 17, 2010
twilight eyes
Twilight eyes,
Seeds in a tea of dreams,
Smaller and smaller circles,
The ripple of tears,
Hanging in the air,
What room did you borrow?
Do you think I need more time for this distance?
Tell me,
Are you the missing snow lion,
From the unknown mountain range
Is this where I touch my deepest fear
Is this the melody?
Or is it I with so much to get across?
All the cold and empty vacuums I had forgotten in the night sky
Whirlwinds of dust and blood,
And your so quiet,
The emptyness doubles inside,
In these tears I hear you singing from the furthest star
These tears reclaim my misguided malignancies,
sing of how deep and how long I was buried here,
something took hold of my heart line,
and told me it was alright,
either the war of pre-tense is over,
or there is no more protection
Starry rivers, starry shores,
Jewelled dancers in my eyes,
Its not time and distance that’s so illusive,
It’s what burns,
and is cleansing
and is the direction of my heart
and is a different path
These tears are shed for the hungry and homeless,
The abused, the attacked, and the aching,
These tears help me understand death
In these tears
two become one
And that becomes the truth of all experience
Oceans of lace, gardens of taste,
Rivers and clouds all adrift
Flooding with the same weight of now
Rivers and ground
Stare into the same vastness of seeing each other
The great emptiness restored,
All the unclaimed pieces of my dreams, where I’m adrift
With belongings of therefores,
Seeds in a tea of dreams,
Smaller and smaller circles,
The ripple of tears,
Hanging in the air,
What room did you borrow?
Do you think I need more time for this distance?
Tell me,
Are you the missing snow lion,
From the unknown mountain range
Is this where I touch my deepest fear
Is this the melody?
Or is it I with so much to get across?
All the cold and empty vacuums I had forgotten in the night sky
Whirlwinds of dust and blood,
And your so quiet,
The emptyness doubles inside,
In these tears I hear you singing from the furthest star
These tears reclaim my misguided malignancies,
sing of how deep and how long I was buried here,
something took hold of my heart line,
and told me it was alright,
either the war of pre-tense is over,
or there is no more protection
Starry rivers, starry shores,
Jewelled dancers in my eyes,
Its not time and distance that’s so illusive,
It’s what burns,
and is cleansing
and is the direction of my heart
and is a different path
These tears are shed for the hungry and homeless,
The abused, the attacked, and the aching,
These tears help me understand death
In these tears
two become one
And that becomes the truth of all experience
Oceans of lace, gardens of taste,
Rivers and clouds all adrift
Flooding with the same weight of now
Rivers and ground
Stare into the same vastness of seeing each other
The great emptiness restored,
All the unclaimed pieces of my dreams, where I’m adrift
With belongings of therefores,
you have to love me now
You have to love me now,
I looked all the twisted snakes of my confusion in the eye,
into all the loneliness they all tried to hide,
I put all my mistakes in a pile,
and made a funeral pyre,
and as they burned they told each other stories of trust,
You have to love me now,
I took the last train to the end of every night,
and the end of the last highway left together with a handful of hope,
and when no one was looking, I made a wish
You have to love me now.
The war ‘aint what it used to be,
and I wonder how I got here,
I need you to remind you where I am,
and sort the missing from the found,
You have to love me now
I heard you singing over the wall,
and had dream that someday I would awaken,
and just in case any more tears come,
I need you to be there with the shaking loneliness,
and when I close my eyes,
and the other side slips though the faint twilight of bare heart tongueness,
I need you to understand that slipknot,
before all those moments become another force in the lost cause,
and just in case everything I caught takes over again,
I need you to love me now,
I looked all the twisted snakes of my confusion in the eye,
into all the loneliness they all tried to hide,
I put all my mistakes in a pile,
and made a funeral pyre,
and as they burned they told each other stories of trust,
You have to love me now,
I took the last train to the end of every night,
and the end of the last highway left together with a handful of hope,
and when no one was looking, I made a wish
You have to love me now.
The war ‘aint what it used to be,
and I wonder how I got here,
I need you to remind you where I am,
and sort the missing from the found,
You have to love me now
I heard you singing over the wall,
and had dream that someday I would awaken,
and just in case any more tears come,
I need you to be there with the shaking loneliness,
and when I close my eyes,
and the other side slips though the faint twilight of bare heart tongueness,
I need you to understand that slipknot,
before all those moments become another force in the lost cause,
and just in case everything I caught takes over again,
I need you to love me now,
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Jimmy
Jimmy
Jimmy rains,
Sand fills my shoes,
While I wait to be reborn in someone elses heat,
Derailed kernels of lost hunger,
Trails my feet wish they knew,
Jimmy everything I wanted,
Toe the line, run and hide, from the eye that switches sides,
And stretches time, and circles and cycles,
Kaleidoscopes of stillness
Jimmy on fire, over the edge again, the exponential trance dancer,
No escape, buried alive the only way to survive,
Ample suffocation,
Generosity of the existential escorts,
Squeeze out the the final communication,
Wished for and worshipped,
The new direction,
Sustenance of silence,
Jimmy says,
Lookin for a new feel,
Got green wheels,
Mega surface multi merges,
Distant digits don’t worry,
Jimmy takes off my slippery fingerprints,
Enter the leaky labyrinth of destiny,
All my prettiness erased with each step.
The path of no return I fear,
Eternal voices in the virtual void,
flesh out the synonyms,
Every sense with a different answer,
Safe stratosphere relaxer,
Double jelly, extra laughter,
To get flavour,
Acute witnessing but can’t touch,
Jimmy got a tease on,
Out of season,
Comes from shy town,
Takes the train now,
From east side to the capitol,
Walks the tightrope,
Watchin the shadow,
And takes the time out,
Jimmy rains,
Sand fills my shoes,
While I wait to be reborn in someone elses heat,
Derailed kernels of lost hunger,
Trails my feet wish they knew,
Jimmy everything I wanted,
Toe the line, run and hide, from the eye that switches sides,
And stretches time, and circles and cycles,
Kaleidoscopes of stillness
Jimmy on fire, over the edge again, the exponential trance dancer,
No escape, buried alive the only way to survive,
Ample suffocation,
Generosity of the existential escorts,
Squeeze out the the final communication,
Wished for and worshipped,
The new direction,
Sustenance of silence,
Jimmy says,
Lookin for a new feel,
Got green wheels,
Mega surface multi merges,
Distant digits don’t worry,
Jimmy takes off my slippery fingerprints,
Enter the leaky labyrinth of destiny,
All my prettiness erased with each step.
The path of no return I fear,
Eternal voices in the virtual void,
flesh out the synonyms,
Every sense with a different answer,
Safe stratosphere relaxer,
Double jelly, extra laughter,
To get flavour,
Acute witnessing but can’t touch,
Jimmy got a tease on,
Out of season,
Comes from shy town,
Takes the train now,
From east side to the capitol,
Walks the tightrope,
Watchin the shadow,
And takes the time out,
Saturday, April 3, 2010
some symbols
Some symbols dance in southern skylines lengthening shadows,
Some symbols dance a perfect circle,
Some symbols hide hallways, storm drains, deny entrancesand pretend to stand still,
Some symbols leave remainders in each endless beginning,
Some ask for the equation,
Some symbols are never satisfied, and can’t be opened alone,
Some symbols dig into the sand, and can’t be sensed by hand,
Some symbols growl and some symbols ache for,
Some in a light so cold, I burn into the sky,
Shadows turn to gold, only an orange afterlight
Tracks roll up so fast she can’t hold.
To be untold,
She would,
But I don’t want to give her symbols,
Cause I need such a messy supply,
Cause I carry ashes before the day begins
Cause I can’t stop the sugar canes sweetness,
Cause I love the high way,
Cause I never slept,
Cause every key fit my door,
Cause I don’t mind the freefall without a safety net,
Cause I keep watch for her surprise before I could pretend
Cause the end is just another moment she uses to make sure I’ll answer that I’m not another captive, that the story will be finished, the puzzle complete, but not me,
I will just fade into an even more obtuse contour of perspectives,
In greater anonymity of the ever multiplying, ever increasing layers of all my relations,
And she wants me to laugh it out loud, with every beat of the rhythm, as I head home into the dark ocean flower, to know her as I smear, asking for more,
She doesn’t need to wait, she knows I won’t,
Anyway it is always forever to me, and forever behind her cross is the abyss forever my cost,
Chomping the bit to pieces, breaking trails becoming braille,
Reversible so leaned down into the praise coast I am host without a trace
Reach deep lest repeat ‘cause I like the ground just enough
‘Cause I’ll never forget holding her hand as we went to sleep,
Even though at that time we were swept away by divine pieces we couldn’t see,
For all the numbers fell apart, conversations just left every inch as a blessing,
Every fault line a gift to the ripeness,
I look warm, I’m feverish, in the honor of that unbroken delicacy smuggling a tickle that never stops, little quiet armies pierce my mask to meet the odds,
I roam but my voice won’t follow, I find it in offbeat tones,
I find myself in the mirror holding strange objects I can’t quite make out,
I’ll take the risk of losing her for the intensity of now.
She taught me to look in lost causes, across distances no matter the fear,
Slip between cracks and never forget where I began,
Carry the loss through the aftershock,
Until the tears come, read the signs through them,
‘till I get get it back again fresh and filtered,
And go when there’s nowhere to go
Some symbols dance a perfect circle,
Some symbols hide hallways, storm drains, deny entrancesand pretend to stand still,
Some symbols leave remainders in each endless beginning,
Some ask for the equation,
Some symbols are never satisfied, and can’t be opened alone,
Some symbols dig into the sand, and can’t be sensed by hand,
Some symbols growl and some symbols ache for,
Some in a light so cold, I burn into the sky,
Shadows turn to gold, only an orange afterlight
Tracks roll up so fast she can’t hold.
To be untold,
She would,
But I don’t want to give her symbols,
Cause I need such a messy supply,
Cause I carry ashes before the day begins
Cause I can’t stop the sugar canes sweetness,
Cause I love the high way,
Cause I never slept,
Cause every key fit my door,
Cause I don’t mind the freefall without a safety net,
Cause I keep watch for her surprise before I could pretend
Cause the end is just another moment she uses to make sure I’ll answer that I’m not another captive, that the story will be finished, the puzzle complete, but not me,
I will just fade into an even more obtuse contour of perspectives,
In greater anonymity of the ever multiplying, ever increasing layers of all my relations,
And she wants me to laugh it out loud, with every beat of the rhythm, as I head home into the dark ocean flower, to know her as I smear, asking for more,
She doesn’t need to wait, she knows I won’t,
Anyway it is always forever to me, and forever behind her cross is the abyss forever my cost,
Chomping the bit to pieces, breaking trails becoming braille,
Reversible so leaned down into the praise coast I am host without a trace
Reach deep lest repeat ‘cause I like the ground just enough
‘Cause I’ll never forget holding her hand as we went to sleep,
Even though at that time we were swept away by divine pieces we couldn’t see,
For all the numbers fell apart, conversations just left every inch as a blessing,
Every fault line a gift to the ripeness,
I look warm, I’m feverish, in the honor of that unbroken delicacy smuggling a tickle that never stops, little quiet armies pierce my mask to meet the odds,
I roam but my voice won’t follow, I find it in offbeat tones,
I find myself in the mirror holding strange objects I can’t quite make out,
I’ll take the risk of losing her for the intensity of now.
She taught me to look in lost causes, across distances no matter the fear,
Slip between cracks and never forget where I began,
Carry the loss through the aftershock,
Until the tears come, read the signs through them,
‘till I get get it back again fresh and filtered,
And go when there’s nowhere to go
my second guess
My second guess,
So neatly disguised,
Under every thread,
In the spring,
they all sing,
my eyes collapse,
in strange designs,
another step,
in the half life,
untapped,
the sun recedes
blueprint of history,
naked and unseen,
she’s loaded feral,
heat sink, double jinx,
got some so close,
cheek to cheek,
born to freak,
told not to stumble,
she colored faster,
she don’t answer,
I’m out numbered,
by forgiveness,
Left to dance out my discarded remnants,
Skin slack,
Frowned and caged back,
Engaged on the brink,
Rosey china and,
Some kind of credit,
Twelve point discount.
So neatly disguised,
Under every thread,
In the spring,
they all sing,
my eyes collapse,
in strange designs,
another step,
in the half life,
untapped,
the sun recedes
blueprint of history,
naked and unseen,
she’s loaded feral,
heat sink, double jinx,
got some so close,
cheek to cheek,
born to freak,
told not to stumble,
she colored faster,
she don’t answer,
I’m out numbered,
by forgiveness,
Left to dance out my discarded remnants,
Skin slack,
Frowned and caged back,
Engaged on the brink,
Rosey china and,
Some kind of credit,
Twelve point discount.
Friday, March 5, 2010
bend a full window
Bend a full window; by the interest into turning, by the rose in climbing, by the patience in flying. Before and belong; keep the language outgoing, the bird songs in my ear, the tiny feet on the ceiling, in the wings and flowers, and the hairs and gasps for more love, around skylines and horizons, between fingertips and eyelids, in fears and intuitions.
Where is the multi-pitch rain shadow reflection, cross motored and quilt eared in metronic saturation and saturnic quatrains? Bleeding by so many different names, mouth to mouth in the shame, ashes and wind. Shining crevasse, which circle is it that is illuminated, and which has its own needs? Where does light end and vision begin? What is the time between a river and a canyon? What is the velocity of a line left by a shooting star? How many times does an idea change after it is expressed? How many times does it exist before then? Does the heart only squeeze blood, or is it more like a butterfly rippling the top of a pool? What is the distance between experience and impulse? Between inside and outside? Between warmth and cool? In these precious folds rolls your life, held in the hands of God. The hands that hold all and bestow all. Where you listen to your voice free of words. See with your eyes free of vision. Experience your touch free of sensation. Your heart free of love. Your mind free of thought. Your breath free of breathing.
The more stillness, the more each resonations fullness knows. Where does the stillness come from? Where do the resonations come/go from? Where am I now and where have I been? One candle lights a mist out on the desert, like a child in a dream, deeper into a fuzzy world. No one can find the hole in me ears where all the emptiness goes. Imperceptible winds, things I’ve overheard. Puts my mouth in a tender strange land, where I talk with other people’s secrets. Stories of original thunder asleep within the words. Myth of the mystics. A wind no one knows carries a force no one feels. We pretend in the name of today’s sunlight, there’s only a story to tell, and pay each other well, with every juicy hands oasis, out on the desert, like a child in a dream, deeper into the indefinite waves, lifting senescences from my scalp, no one can trace a single step in the iridescent webs. Only refuge in the sanallipsal zephyr all along the magnificent coast in the circles of completion, you can travel for days and not be any closer or be any further away. All of my comforts and dreams reveal you, play in the sweeping veil undulations of disappearance. All along the peaceful coast, no one can trace a single step only listen to the gentle invitations, the ripple in the world’s resonant field of pinpoint doorways, one candle lights a mist, to circles of completion. No one can trace a single step. Only a tremulous heart to mark the stars in the sailors’ eyes. Out on the desert, like a child in a dream. Listening for the wind that brought me here. In the river and times rushing to meet, the sand morning painting color, a broken moon residue of sounds wafted up through an orange and pink tree. Settling into eyes and pens, edges of clouds, and brow lines. Angeles in disguise. Each time I cut/turn the deck, I spread so much thinner, my spine leaps, the purple road tuning into noon peaks, the swing around the tree moves to the edge of each satellite balloon riding the canyon night wind. Deepen the shadows across the outline. The sea below the shoreline. Carry the dawn color seams and the sky’s round arm, smile over the end of time. The land of giants of time and of kissing. The river lives in a flame. A dance in a golden aura
Where is the multi-pitch rain shadow reflection, cross motored and quilt eared in metronic saturation and saturnic quatrains? Bleeding by so many different names, mouth to mouth in the shame, ashes and wind. Shining crevasse, which circle is it that is illuminated, and which has its own needs? Where does light end and vision begin? What is the time between a river and a canyon? What is the velocity of a line left by a shooting star? How many times does an idea change after it is expressed? How many times does it exist before then? Does the heart only squeeze blood, or is it more like a butterfly rippling the top of a pool? What is the distance between experience and impulse? Between inside and outside? Between warmth and cool? In these precious folds rolls your life, held in the hands of God. The hands that hold all and bestow all. Where you listen to your voice free of words. See with your eyes free of vision. Experience your touch free of sensation. Your heart free of love. Your mind free of thought. Your breath free of breathing.
The more stillness, the more each resonations fullness knows. Where does the stillness come from? Where do the resonations come/go from? Where am I now and where have I been? One candle lights a mist out on the desert, like a child in a dream, deeper into a fuzzy world. No one can find the hole in me ears where all the emptiness goes. Imperceptible winds, things I’ve overheard. Puts my mouth in a tender strange land, where I talk with other people’s secrets. Stories of original thunder asleep within the words. Myth of the mystics. A wind no one knows carries a force no one feels. We pretend in the name of today’s sunlight, there’s only a story to tell, and pay each other well, with every juicy hands oasis, out on the desert, like a child in a dream, deeper into the indefinite waves, lifting senescences from my scalp, no one can trace a single step in the iridescent webs. Only refuge in the sanallipsal zephyr all along the magnificent coast in the circles of completion, you can travel for days and not be any closer or be any further away. All of my comforts and dreams reveal you, play in the sweeping veil undulations of disappearance. All along the peaceful coast, no one can trace a single step only listen to the gentle invitations, the ripple in the world’s resonant field of pinpoint doorways, one candle lights a mist, to circles of completion. No one can trace a single step. Only a tremulous heart to mark the stars in the sailors’ eyes. Out on the desert, like a child in a dream. Listening for the wind that brought me here. In the river and times rushing to meet, the sand morning painting color, a broken moon residue of sounds wafted up through an orange and pink tree. Settling into eyes and pens, edges of clouds, and brow lines. Angeles in disguise. Each time I cut/turn the deck, I spread so much thinner, my spine leaps, the purple road tuning into noon peaks, the swing around the tree moves to the edge of each satellite balloon riding the canyon night wind. Deepen the shadows across the outline. The sea below the shoreline. Carry the dawn color seams and the sky’s round arm, smile over the end of time. The land of giants of time and of kissing. The river lives in a flame. A dance in a golden aura
I come to you
I come to you, with broken arms, and ask to be,
covered with, golden wings,
My heart is weak, its beat is faint,
it echoes with, all I leave unnamed,
all you gave, I could never arrange,
in any way,
so I sing again, and beg in silence,
if you would cover me, in quiet safety,
where forgiveness over powers resistance,
and love takes precedence over disbelief,
where I could rest, a million unshed tears,
I come to you, with deafened ears, and ask to hear,
a single note, in complete, harmony,
to at last behold, the direction, the four winds blow,
I come to you lost and old, without much,
of anything, and ask to lay, at your feet,
to give up, my ashes and residues, of blame held with shame,
and a fear which, even death, could not unveil,
I come to you, in the burning fever, of being washed,
in countless forms, on distant shores, without even two moments,
where I was sure, which was mine, and which was yours,
I come to you, in complete, secrecy, lost in,
the mirror of, endless pretense,
and ask to be, given new,
purpose.
covered with, golden wings,
My heart is weak, its beat is faint,
it echoes with, all I leave unnamed,
all you gave, I could never arrange,
in any way,
so I sing again, and beg in silence,
if you would cover me, in quiet safety,
where forgiveness over powers resistance,
and love takes precedence over disbelief,
where I could rest, a million unshed tears,
I come to you, with deafened ears, and ask to hear,
a single note, in complete, harmony,
to at last behold, the direction, the four winds blow,
I come to you lost and old, without much,
of anything, and ask to lay, at your feet,
to give up, my ashes and residues, of blame held with shame,
and a fear which, even death, could not unveil,
I come to you, in the burning fever, of being washed,
in countless forms, on distant shores, without even two moments,
where I was sure, which was mine, and which was yours,
I come to you, in complete, secrecy, lost in,
the mirror of, endless pretense,
and ask to be, given new,
purpose.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
the moon grows heavy
the moon grows heavy, the goddesess womb of nectar,
my eyes grow dim with a resonance in my heart,
seeds and storms under the curvature of wishes and guesses,
the contracts of waiting for the right moment,
the contact and reaching for the feeling that is somewhere jitterry aflight in the night with attempts to walk the fire of sympathy for myself,
bouncing heels and humps, buzzing heaps,
with enough layers to fill each shadow with warm threads of dancing whirlpool visions,
sleepy edge moon steepings,
all wrapped up with the nights crystal clear new names,
a backwards inscription that reads handle with care,
the moon grows heavy, the window to the heart chamber,
the weight of a monsoon curled up in green teaser affection.
undistance that survives speaking doorways in pouring sand,
who opens the drifting emptyings?
cliff dreamer rhyme dance,
a reach and a push from some friendly familiar forlorn force,
red shift of a thousand stars,
the moon grows heavy,
a box with no corners and all the ends forsaken,
time tests the emergence with a toast of blood and gland,
an autograph and an aftermath for safekeeping,
a sign that fits into the wind with a single utterance,
unclaimed delicate offerings in a pounding gaze,
a quiet place in a seething framework,
distinct syllables in expanses of twilight,
a shoreline on fire with no ocean,
a restitution with no savior,
a wind that blows through the mission and sets the floorboards on fire, temperature tripper,
my scalps wears thin, my eyes are freezeing cold,
there’s an old saying in the rafters, freed by the flames,
is it the voice of the buildings skeletons bones, or is the skeleton given a voice of its own,
no choice but to live as if everythings turning to gold,
I float higher and higher, my breath stretches thin, into a braille code,
too frail to read, my ears witness gods rareified lullaby,
a tearing apart of all that which is known through flesh and blood,
until that final indestructable thread is revealed, a single breath without inhale or exhale,
a silent turning that plays with my imagination until I take it for reality,
the moon grows heavy and turns to blood,
in the flashing circle the twisted membrane of my choice uncoils, and finally I can rest.
wrapped up in some warm warping whisper,
a gust of some gentle itching agitation,
outlandish drooling disturbance,
waiting for nothing in particular, passed up, passed around, passed over,
a light at the end of the tunnel spills around in kaleidoscopic daydreams,
pictures of freedoms and failures,
all so familiar I take in a deeper refuge, plead no contest in quiet laughter,
bathed and refreshed in the images of my alter ego so close at hand,
where my true longing rests, all the attempts to live up to demands of a demons needs,
my hands grasp at shadows,
my bed sheds ashes,
the dance restored to perfect harmony of understanding and acceptance.
my eyes grow dim with a resonance in my heart,
seeds and storms under the curvature of wishes and guesses,
the contracts of waiting for the right moment,
the contact and reaching for the feeling that is somewhere jitterry aflight in the night with attempts to walk the fire of sympathy for myself,
bouncing heels and humps, buzzing heaps,
with enough layers to fill each shadow with warm threads of dancing whirlpool visions,
sleepy edge moon steepings,
all wrapped up with the nights crystal clear new names,
a backwards inscription that reads handle with care,
the moon grows heavy, the window to the heart chamber,
the weight of a monsoon curled up in green teaser affection.
undistance that survives speaking doorways in pouring sand,
who opens the drifting emptyings?
cliff dreamer rhyme dance,
a reach and a push from some friendly familiar forlorn force,
red shift of a thousand stars,
the moon grows heavy,
a box with no corners and all the ends forsaken,
time tests the emergence with a toast of blood and gland,
an autograph and an aftermath for safekeeping,
a sign that fits into the wind with a single utterance,
unclaimed delicate offerings in a pounding gaze,
a quiet place in a seething framework,
distinct syllables in expanses of twilight,
a shoreline on fire with no ocean,
a restitution with no savior,
a wind that blows through the mission and sets the floorboards on fire, temperature tripper,
my scalps wears thin, my eyes are freezeing cold,
there’s an old saying in the rafters, freed by the flames,
is it the voice of the buildings skeletons bones, or is the skeleton given a voice of its own,
no choice but to live as if everythings turning to gold,
I float higher and higher, my breath stretches thin, into a braille code,
too frail to read, my ears witness gods rareified lullaby,
a tearing apart of all that which is known through flesh and blood,
until that final indestructable thread is revealed, a single breath without inhale or exhale,
a silent turning that plays with my imagination until I take it for reality,
the moon grows heavy and turns to blood,
in the flashing circle the twisted membrane of my choice uncoils, and finally I can rest.
wrapped up in some warm warping whisper,
a gust of some gentle itching agitation,
outlandish drooling disturbance,
waiting for nothing in particular, passed up, passed around, passed over,
a light at the end of the tunnel spills around in kaleidoscopic daydreams,
pictures of freedoms and failures,
all so familiar I take in a deeper refuge, plead no contest in quiet laughter,
bathed and refreshed in the images of my alter ego so close at hand,
where my true longing rests, all the attempts to live up to demands of a demons needs,
my hands grasp at shadows,
my bed sheds ashes,
the dance restored to perfect harmony of understanding and acceptance.
the crucible screams
the crucible screams,
some sudden injustice, some unwarned returned untuned incidence behind the story of hopelessness, the resistance to pain and apathy,
I smiled, waiting,
I knew this day would come, but didn’t believe it,
only that to get here there are no roads,
and here words have no meaning
and eyes do not see
it was only a dream
it was exactly as it seemed
a couple of odd chances washed up on the shore of no return,
but curtains they don’t sleep
and what do they mean
everyone knows within knows the ghost
but for memories all hid differently
we all had the same reasons
and ask is the rain sad
does it tatoo itself to remind itself of the night
does it wait patiently and get tired of us eventually
with all our now emptyness and the endings left unsaid
silence and sympathy
risky enough
to hold hands
close enough to know the difference
just a couple of secrets washed up on the shore of immediacy of equality
she sleepwalks double zeros to get back home again
but can’t open the door
she doesn’t need those cherry blossoms anymore
just a couple of quiet wishes washed up on the shore of her insistence
no one notices them there in their loneliness
their time of usefulness is over,
so they try to hold back the tide without knowing
they’ll hold out for anything
for they can not lie
they have only their insides
and if I heard it once I’d listen a thousand times
a couple of distances washed up on the shore of never never
some sudden injustice, some unwarned returned untuned incidence behind the story of hopelessness, the resistance to pain and apathy,
I smiled, waiting,
I knew this day would come, but didn’t believe it,
only that to get here there are no roads,
and here words have no meaning
and eyes do not see
it was only a dream
it was exactly as it seemed
a couple of odd chances washed up on the shore of no return,
but curtains they don’t sleep
and what do they mean
everyone knows within knows the ghost
but for memories all hid differently
we all had the same reasons
and ask is the rain sad
does it tatoo itself to remind itself of the night
does it wait patiently and get tired of us eventually
with all our now emptyness and the endings left unsaid
silence and sympathy
risky enough
to hold hands
close enough to know the difference
just a couple of secrets washed up on the shore of immediacy of equality
she sleepwalks double zeros to get back home again
but can’t open the door
she doesn’t need those cherry blossoms anymore
just a couple of quiet wishes washed up on the shore of her insistence
no one notices them there in their loneliness
their time of usefulness is over,
so they try to hold back the tide without knowing
they’ll hold out for anything
for they can not lie
they have only their insides
and if I heard it once I’d listen a thousand times
a couple of distances washed up on the shore of never never
Saturday, February 6, 2010
just like any other memory
Just like any other memory,
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betwixt, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other memory
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other memory
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other memory
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thub up, trump tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other memory,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other memory
there’s no answer
still I ask
I still want to know, where’d it come from
Despite how deep in the foxhole of synthesized musk seedlings,
the leaky fingerprints no one would admit
they could only explore it once
no matter how betwixt, where betwixt, when betwiced,
exploit it before you find that’s all there was,
just like any other memory
no one would waste a single breath, or admit it was a long wait on a wishful street corner
no walls and floor,
no answer,
just like any other memory
nakedness is not an option
insist on more that an echo
still want to have some fun and time to turn the warning around
and still again, but there’s no stillness
just like any other memory
no one would give it up,
make me believe in your door
the infra red surprise 24/7
raw grasping and giant clues,
just like any other memory
turquoise eyes in electric grace,
stripped of what can not be restored
get up first through those strewn teeth,
whatever will fit through the maze
a long peeling copy pilot, seeking, but won’t touch the corner in the darkness,
no answer either in the peek a boo fairy monster, wanting revenge on the ends of the replacement twin, whisper twinge double jointed suchness, starry story digging holes in wrinkled sand doors,
never stray far from evolutions continuity, however brief the wings sing,
to gather whats left on the shore,
just like any other memory
vertebral vexated vertical vortex,
‘twas a tease and a taste, a forlorn fancy face,
thump up trump tumble,
trance with a gun and your secret numbness,
twas a tease and a taste, a fancy forlorn face,
thub up, trump tumble,
random glance crash happenstance and I still wonder,
keep leak tweak comes again the night ranger,
did I ever betray the childhood recording of stuttering loneliness,
the radiation these days resonates a crippling tongue,
no answer.
Just like any other memory,
can’t help and can’t delay,
Statues turn to sand in the starfields at night,
Sand turns to statues in the ocean waves of day,
trade hands and blood.
Coal and diamonds
but never touch the expanse of the anonymous face
just like any other memory
Thursday, February 4, 2010
you have to love me now
You have to love me now,
I looked all the twisted snakes of my confusion in the eye,
into all the loneliness they all tried to hide,
I put all my mistakes in a pile,
and made a funeral pyre,
and as they burned they told each stories of trust,
You have to love me now,
I took the last train to the end of every night,
and the end of the last highway left together with a handful of hope,
and when no one was looking, I made a wish
You have to love me now.
The war ‘aint what it used to be,
and I wonder how I got here,
I need you to remind you where I am,
and sort the missing from the found,
You have to love me now
I heard you singing over the wall,
and had dream that someday I would awaken,
and just in case any more tears come,
I need you to be there with the shaking loneliness,
and when I close my eyes,
and the other side slips though the faint twilight of bare heart tongueness,
I need you to understand that slipknot,
before all those moments become another force in the lost cause,
and just in case everything I caught takes over again,
I need you to love me now,
I looked all the twisted snakes of my confusion in the eye,
into all the loneliness they all tried to hide,
I put all my mistakes in a pile,
and made a funeral pyre,
and as they burned they told each stories of trust,
You have to love me now,
I took the last train to the end of every night,
and the end of the last highway left together with a handful of hope,
and when no one was looking, I made a wish
You have to love me now.
The war ‘aint what it used to be,
and I wonder how I got here,
I need you to remind you where I am,
and sort the missing from the found,
You have to love me now
I heard you singing over the wall,
and had dream that someday I would awaken,
and just in case any more tears come,
I need you to be there with the shaking loneliness,
and when I close my eyes,
and the other side slips though the faint twilight of bare heart tongueness,
I need you to understand that slipknot,
before all those moments become another force in the lost cause,
and just in case everything I caught takes over again,
I need you to love me now,
Monday, February 1, 2010
moonlight
In the moonlight
Ready for rain,
Bone on bone,
I thought I could make it through,
I thought I was sensitive enough,
For every place I’ve never been
My terrain of needs’ anticipation and sacred wishes,
Hopes and chains,
Little extensions, still I won’t let go,
It’s not that I was hidden in shadows,
On the wrong end of town,
At J’s pale blue saloon,
I just figured out little tricks,
For the horse races and casinos’,
Loneliness and suffocation,
When things don’t really meet up,
I just figured on some other way of listening,
Some other way to visit,
When something is missing from its’ place,
Pull the shades and let in the carousel,
Take the voices for a ride one by one,
It’s not that I was not the heat,
It’s just that I always needed another little sign,
In the land of excess and depression,
In the pale lagoon, in this hunting preserve,
Couldn’t there be someone I could trust,
Am I cursed in here?
Bone on bone as if I weren’t born with enough closeness,
After her floods come and gone,
Bone on bone and we all begin in a dimly lit room
But sugar don’t tell me it’s no good for you,
Don’t let me down get down with me baby,
When the pieces don’t fit,
And I can’t make any sense of it,
Ready for rain,
Bone on bone,
I thought I could make it through,
I thought I was sensitive enough,
For every place I’ve never been
My terrain of needs’ anticipation and sacred wishes,
Hopes and chains,
Little extensions, still I won’t let go,
It’s not that I was hidden in shadows,
On the wrong end of town,
At J’s pale blue saloon,
I just figured out little tricks,
For the horse races and casinos’,
Loneliness and suffocation,
When things don’t really meet up,
I just figured on some other way of listening,
Some other way to visit,
When something is missing from its’ place,
Pull the shades and let in the carousel,
Take the voices for a ride one by one,
It’s not that I was not the heat,
It’s just that I always needed another little sign,
In the land of excess and depression,
In the pale lagoon, in this hunting preserve,
Couldn’t there be someone I could trust,
Am I cursed in here?
Bone on bone as if I weren’t born with enough closeness,
After her floods come and gone,
Bone on bone and we all begin in a dimly lit room
But sugar don’t tell me it’s no good for you,
Don’t let me down get down with me baby,
When the pieces don’t fit,
And I can’t make any sense of it,
Thursday, January 28, 2010
all in my heart
All in my heart,
The ancient tree, and the west star rising,
The road and the journey,
And I wonder in whose eyes this time.
One by one I memorize,
The call and response,
To shuffle the clouds,
And another way to enter,
The childs resonance,
Memory with a rhythm of its own,
Silky moonlight,
Rain from the gathering,
Of all that could be held,
And a warm voice,
A delicate ghost in the window,
Until I am forced to make a choice,
to pull up the dancing threads,
and clear resolution,
All in my heart,
The point and horizon,
That already knows my name,
I ran for I was promised,
but I took a chance,
And left with the wind,
The only touch worth saving,
Revelation and my laughter,
Am I here yet?
Out in the desert distance,
I'm a small child,
lost in the subtlety broken in three places,
And I ran gathering gravity,
And there were only moments to speak and behold,
All in my heart,
The passion and the unstoppable,
One by one,
The red star rises,
And all in its’ moment
And speaks of it’s own,
And in the clouds I’m crying,
All in my heart
And what I left behind,
I cave and crack,
but glide smoothly,
And watch out I repeat,
I leave and I leave,
And out there trials obey,
And I slung them low,
The fastest wheels and deals,
No one told me,
All in my heart
The poison and the wound,
The timed and the timeless…
The ancient tree, and the west star rising,
The road and the journey,
And I wonder in whose eyes this time.
One by one I memorize,
The call and response,
To shuffle the clouds,
And another way to enter,
The childs resonance,
Memory with a rhythm of its own,
Silky moonlight,
Rain from the gathering,
Of all that could be held,
And a warm voice,
A delicate ghost in the window,
Until I am forced to make a choice,
to pull up the dancing threads,
and clear resolution,
All in my heart,
The point and horizon,
That already knows my name,
I ran for I was promised,
but I took a chance,
And left with the wind,
The only touch worth saving,
Revelation and my laughter,
Am I here yet?
Out in the desert distance,
I'm a small child,
lost in the subtlety broken in three places,
And I ran gathering gravity,
And there were only moments to speak and behold,
All in my heart,
The passion and the unstoppable,
One by one,
The red star rises,
And all in its’ moment
And speaks of it’s own,
And in the clouds I’m crying,
All in my heart
And what I left behind,
I cave and crack,
but glide smoothly,
And watch out I repeat,
I leave and I leave,
And out there trials obey,
And I slung them low,
The fastest wheels and deals,
No one told me,
All in my heart
The poison and the wound,
The timed and the timeless…
Monday, January 25, 2010
night is upon my alter
Night is upon my alter,
Shadow after shadow descends,
Bends the light,
Death lets me pass,
I see a million secret mouths,
A million different versions of peace,
Touching abyss to abyss,
I listen to the malaise,
Where the first loss as clear the last,
I hold them all with the same hand
My heart smolders in perfect darkness,
In shadowy watery folds,
All my wishes come true,
Only not in consonants or vowels,
The answers are just as clear,
Night after night consumes me,
I hear the sound of my own name,
Seeping out of borderless shadow,
Sound to sense,
Touching in,
Death lets me pass,
To form an anchor in my heart,
Hold the the moving field with the moving lens,
Slow the sweet passage of imaginary friends.
Shadow after shadow descends,
Bends the light,
Death lets me pass,
I see a million secret mouths,
A million different versions of peace,
Touching abyss to abyss,
I listen to the malaise,
Where the first loss as clear the last,
I hold them all with the same hand
My heart smolders in perfect darkness,
In shadowy watery folds,
All my wishes come true,
Only not in consonants or vowels,
The answers are just as clear,
Night after night consumes me,
I hear the sound of my own name,
Seeping out of borderless shadow,
Sound to sense,
Touching in,
Death lets me pass,
To form an anchor in my heart,
Hold the the moving field with the moving lens,
Slow the sweet passage of imaginary friends.
Friday, January 15, 2010
betrothed to a moth symphony
Betrothed to a moth symphony, I only had eyes for cremation,
you knew after, but first tell me,
I love you, even with your poison eye,
I love you, even with your siberian head,
I love you, even with your snake charmer trance, your dances of banishment, negotiating windblown earthworm heart with cystic comrehension. Inviting bermuda gestation only to beg. Caved abdominal hearth. I love you in your misplaced desert, shining reconciliation, thoroughbred dismantlement, bleating siren anticipation.
like starlight
Somewhere in my room. Round pretender. Corpuscular blizzard rhyme. Glowing through my bed. Moth procession, upward hatching jungle myth. I am the echoing hall.
carrier scalp
Who rings with no answer or call. Keeps to the morning softness. The turning soup of joints and bones. Their undulations hang in the air waiting to be touched.
endless
Has no name. No role in my day, no location in my domain, no way to find the dark liquid stream.
dim glow
My hearts a different shape.
candle flame
Maze of residual masks worrying about the future. Bits under the comet pierced with turning heads. Tales whispered with a digital eye. Dragged venus tooth through the night. Sorting the vultured switches with desperate amulets. I told you, the scratch is an oceans reflection for you gaseous impermeable brimstone mantle ragged hollow flash. God is the vacuum seal on times memory stick.
ashamed
Loosened dusk breaker in the inks survival limit. All the mornings come like this. Striking the micro organism suspension stitch with white languid sea bowl rice wandering welcome. Only the glow doubles itself for a narrow dew spilt curiosity. The laughter nucleus of an old womans’ crow flown walk and her railroad childrens’ satellite faces.
awkward
Turn, I get an hour for lunch. Turn, I get an hour when I get home. Turn, I get an hour before dawn. Turn, I get an hour between the time I’m dividing out that decimal and watching out for that root. Lucky me. If I add water I get the drunk brushwheel glass ringed monster. If I add soap I get the spasmodic erie frozen deported sand clockwork bruise. If I add enough time I’ll forget all about it. My honey comb reflex circuit. Stream line the quicksilver through the turnover of singing memories that greet every dancing record. Outside, secret fingers blow pinctonic torrefickla glimmer in dust flake stillness. Bright day leave the lights on. Dark night dim the power station. All the missing links come together in a story.
skipping trance
Through concave wizardry projections. Buried skeleton bones in the geletin puzzle. Grinds bucket fulls of robe excavated shadows. Weeping orifice contraption spiderweb.
c a n d l e l i g h t
Those withered hands not quite folded up into human form. Secret delicacy of less than one eye curdles great tablets for wiping my brow. Because the Dalai Lama wriggles in his dandelion afternoon camphor ignition, iodide radar winged signature. I like to pick the grey scabs off my eyeballs. Owl delight signifying the end of swag trails, strings and limits, in a ceaseless universe and my unrecognizeable sleep. The race of hurricanes in silk running boots. The beast through my available arteries and veins. The thin line between my eyelids, another seam in the sewing machines breakfast palpatations.
thank you
you knew after, but first tell me,
I love you, even with your poison eye,
I love you, even with your siberian head,
I love you, even with your snake charmer trance, your dances of banishment, negotiating windblown earthworm heart with cystic comrehension. Inviting bermuda gestation only to beg. Caved abdominal hearth. I love you in your misplaced desert, shining reconciliation, thoroughbred dismantlement, bleating siren anticipation.
like starlight
Somewhere in my room. Round pretender. Corpuscular blizzard rhyme. Glowing through my bed. Moth procession, upward hatching jungle myth. I am the echoing hall.
carrier scalp
Who rings with no answer or call. Keeps to the morning softness. The turning soup of joints and bones. Their undulations hang in the air waiting to be touched.
endless
Has no name. No role in my day, no location in my domain, no way to find the dark liquid stream.
dim glow
My hearts a different shape.
candle flame
Maze of residual masks worrying about the future. Bits under the comet pierced with turning heads. Tales whispered with a digital eye. Dragged venus tooth through the night. Sorting the vultured switches with desperate amulets. I told you, the scratch is an oceans reflection for you gaseous impermeable brimstone mantle ragged hollow flash. God is the vacuum seal on times memory stick.
ashamed
Loosened dusk breaker in the inks survival limit. All the mornings come like this. Striking the micro organism suspension stitch with white languid sea bowl rice wandering welcome. Only the glow doubles itself for a narrow dew spilt curiosity. The laughter nucleus of an old womans’ crow flown walk and her railroad childrens’ satellite faces.
awkward
Turn, I get an hour for lunch. Turn, I get an hour when I get home. Turn, I get an hour before dawn. Turn, I get an hour between the time I’m dividing out that decimal and watching out for that root. Lucky me. If I add water I get the drunk brushwheel glass ringed monster. If I add soap I get the spasmodic erie frozen deported sand clockwork bruise. If I add enough time I’ll forget all about it. My honey comb reflex circuit. Stream line the quicksilver through the turnover of singing memories that greet every dancing record. Outside, secret fingers blow pinctonic torrefickla glimmer in dust flake stillness. Bright day leave the lights on. Dark night dim the power station. All the missing links come together in a story.
skipping trance
Through concave wizardry projections. Buried skeleton bones in the geletin puzzle. Grinds bucket fulls of robe excavated shadows. Weeping orifice contraption spiderweb.
c a n d l e l i g h t
Those withered hands not quite folded up into human form. Secret delicacy of less than one eye curdles great tablets for wiping my brow. Because the Dalai Lama wriggles in his dandelion afternoon camphor ignition, iodide radar winged signature. I like to pick the grey scabs off my eyeballs. Owl delight signifying the end of swag trails, strings and limits, in a ceaseless universe and my unrecognizeable sleep. The race of hurricanes in silk running boots. The beast through my available arteries and veins. The thin line between my eyelids, another seam in the sewing machines breakfast palpatations.
thank you
in the echoes of my heart beat
In the echoes of my heart beat,
I hear the flutter of golden wings,
that fly in the horizons with an ebb and flow,
and breath the stillness of a thousand whispered dreams,
In the echoes of my heart beat, is the perfect mirror,
for me to rediscover myself,
from my own mysterious creation,
through the perfect love of an empty stream,
that fullfills the dreams, before their seen,
before the moment that’s forever been,
giving each beat in turn, the chance to begin again,
in its’ own unique forgiven listening,
to live as one, in the image of, equality,
and will always be,
in the ocean of echoes within my heart beat,
in singing golden wings, as they are purified,
by eternities presence, with twinkling prayers,
and perfect meditative stillness,
from the moment unended,
innocense unsurrendered,
that completes a circle with a window without an other side,
which is but a spoonfull of the power I give,
when I know God is indivisible,
and ask to be held in and become,
the rhythm of folding entrances,
the ancestors corridor to the last question of a million ages,
the perfect mirror in which to breath, the perfect mystery,
where only tears and beliefs remain,
before the empty stream, of forgiveness and equinimity,
before the ringing bell of nights crossroads of ecstasy,
and before each day relives the invisible chord,
before all the endless glimpses back and forth,
that only in the very end, as all the alters of breaths are woven together,
and to that final one, life is revealed and revered,
I hear the flutter of golden wings,
that fly in the horizons with an ebb and flow,
and breath the stillness of a thousand whispered dreams,
In the echoes of my heart beat, is the perfect mirror,
for me to rediscover myself,
from my own mysterious creation,
through the perfect love of an empty stream,
that fullfills the dreams, before their seen,
before the moment that’s forever been,
giving each beat in turn, the chance to begin again,
in its’ own unique forgiven listening,
to live as one, in the image of, equality,
and will always be,
in the ocean of echoes within my heart beat,
in singing golden wings, as they are purified,
by eternities presence, with twinkling prayers,
and perfect meditative stillness,
from the moment unended,
innocense unsurrendered,
that completes a circle with a window without an other side,
which is but a spoonfull of the power I give,
when I know God is indivisible,
and ask to be held in and become,
the rhythm of folding entrances,
the ancestors corridor to the last question of a million ages,
the perfect mirror in which to breath, the perfect mystery,
where only tears and beliefs remain,
before the empty stream, of forgiveness and equinimity,
before the ringing bell of nights crossroads of ecstasy,
and before each day relives the invisible chord,
before all the endless glimpses back and forth,
that only in the very end, as all the alters of breaths are woven together,
and to that final one, life is revealed and revered,
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