i told you so

270 Bones cry a river of fragrances Soaking speaking of the bottomless river Vapour conclusions coincide, I thought it was the end, I begin to perspire golden hues of light, Bones falling through plutos atmosphere, Tunnel currents, fragile to the touch, My life lost in eddies and whirlpools, On the edges of money, Wondering which way is home, Pools of drifting pearls’, Pulses and silences, 10 million years of coping mechanisms, Shaving little threads into ends, This human life is an eternity, Without beginning or end, For we go out as we came in, And as we also live with a taste of that and added to the already unbounded awareness of knowing itself. 10 milllione years of seeing and breathing paper thin mysteries, A garden of 10 million tiny cells in a high fever sunrise, Drums buried in overgrown vines, Trembling eyes hold last nights star fields, spent in spinning towers, The rebirth of new passageways in a deeper pocket of hope, Seeping statues share vapour shadows, Singing and signing waves of perfect persuasions, Stunning salutations to the battle of evermore, Fault lines in perfect balance, babbling 10 million doorways, Draining the after images through morning skin, Layers of compressed escape fortitudes, Just a ringing for an atmosphere, Whales and birds in the mirage, Succulent smooth silk sapphire across the breath of life, Where they have no names 10 million souls inherit freedom of paper thin melodies, The meaning is neither here nor there and a new country is re-born, With loose windows deep inside the deluge of colored computations, We would make into a promise that could not be forsaken or foreshadowed, Pressures of exchange form the new singularity, In 10 million deep folds and pores of reptile skin and cat fur, Tongues that dream of love and the six directions, Breathing through the fire of perfect untouchableness, Calculating safety by silent approaches, And a rain began inside the vessel of tattoos and piercings, Fed the unbroken and I became space and time, The edge of reflection, Speeding endless signals of silence greater than any depth, And who can out truth the end and keep their season and the other in the tide, Memories the proof for justification, an eclipse of fingertips that never lie, 10 million fields under a full moon, Their retro hook ups untold, out moded with a constant reminder she is out of reach, But cradles 10 million species in universal kinship, The flower of love, Heat in the chest the spreading of wings, break the speed of sound, And for 10 million eons the tadpole wept a different tear for each sea, In a fragile tunnel of shaved ends dancing for the propagation of unbounded clockwork knowing, In love with undertows and eddies beyond sapphire and delight, And as we taste and teach and tease take wordlessly, Call it history, dear blessed conspiracy, Birthed 10 million days, Uncovering undetermined mirrors uncertain, Turning some power against itself and no way to conceal it, My Kentucky blues, Turn my baker on, 10 million horizons, Stamps, seals, confessions, And a whirly bird. Doin’ it all at once, A cosmos comprised of a small childs grasping hands, Lonely allowances, Spinning pheromone glances, Each one blurry and burning, and broken, Mary in the periphery, Many bouencies, Face to face feeding fierceness, Burning in fevers, sunspots, and sublime interceptions, Counting orbits in cubits, Charge everything with gravitational corresponses, Polar shifts on midnight patrols, Gasping breath, galloping legs, groundless eyes, curious ears, constant taste, In other states, each others place, Only the crazyness comes through and any man is dangerous without hope, In the evening shade, One lends deeper, Substitute in the aquarium, Because a pinball robot ghost, Files of free calls covered in redefining the frozen rabbit hole of heavy memories, Their rise and fall and journey across the absolute indigo carrying an empty sky, During solar eclipses, micro celled translations take 10 million moments, transistors carrying their own abyss, and they kiss for an instant, for a taste of hope, of awakening in the onely true resting place, to match eternities silence,and cry tears of belonging to myself, informing myself of space and places beyond, throughout all biological history, biodynamic infusions safe landing places touching still ness to match the insect eyed watching the final sacrifice, signs of cleaving meanings and nodes new signals, the division bell breaks the speed of sound, breathing wings and eel underground cities, Cradle 10 million species on the head of a pin, nothing to explain, asked and received, The new shoreline of heat in the chest, worlds with out end, each a mystery of propagation into universal kinship, where something is missing, the tadpole notices the joke, where’s a mask, a sea and a retro hook up bleeder, then tattoos and piercings to prove I had once knelt down and wept for the lie until that final revelation of letting go, fingertips free inside the walls, burning threads out modeing a constant reminder, nothing can out truth the end, so I began to measure my approaches to feed the un awoken, infections of mixed signals, and a game begins, reveal the edge in space-time, and let by gones be by gones, a ran began from a sky of rolling long shades of giant waves, soaking the fragile lens vessel, which began to breathe through a ring of fire of perfect un touchedness, and calculate out far enough to feel safe from cameras, 10 million eons worth of kisses I take full ownership of, standing perfectly still to navigate by the light receptor stars at the bottom of my heart, Pressure of the next singularity, watching, leave behind, the six directions, swimming airlessly, in paper thin melodies, where I left my eyes to meet you, spent and turning, flashing mirror tower stairs spiral into forgetting the pain, no forshadowing, places I didn’t care about, but want them anyway, asked the to give me something stronger that I could carry and not worry about the pain, but the connection could not be forsaken, a collection of foreign words we would make into a promise, take the loose wheels and pretend to let them free all together, deep inside the deluge, where deception and deliverance could dream in colored computations, where 10 million souls could have names, taking psychedelic pens to neurologic pictures, patchwork, puzzle miles, naked olives over ripened, forgetting the meaning, neither here nor there, just a ringing for the atmosphere, entering the singularity from 10 million seas of truth, 10 million shorelines exchanging whales and birds over reaches of infinite potential, the same marriage and misfortunes, a fault line excavating falling, shaking, succulent, smooth as silk, singing morning skin layers around ducts locating the still point between change and escape, one continuous body of unpronounceable fortitude, 10 million females draining after images of their compression doorways for hide and seek faster then records of where I was born, The garden of high fevers, over grown vines bloom before spring, hold last nights star fields collisions, buried drums all winter long, Epilogue; The first star floated down from the navy sky and into my room, my eyes turned to twilight grey, without defining the even ness of depth, testing the pools, and the star became my friend, and I wondered if it may be my mother or father, and I an astromoner, Playing spy games that I might take a journey to some distant place behind the seasons, days in deep springs instead of hours, run out of kisses, beliefs and leavings, being hidden from something in a low line spilling wild sex spilling fires that heal me, quietly, power changing hands, accepting more deeply the wounds, isolation in the mud, where only my eyes exist,

don't stare

Back from the arroyo Sounds through the door, Felt the floor, Open the floor, There was more to the moon light then the road could allow Open the shade Sky so wide to know the road, Eyes pulled across Try to keep a melody With the sea, Wild beast at my window, In elegant gowns of the dawn (it a reflection of my loneliness) Inability to reach out) Dreaming of a way, Fractured figment To get home Blank eyes reaching for Broken ambitions Slaughtered in the streets, By laughing hands, Hold back the rain Leave a place with in a place, Learn to sing portal skipping stones in the shadows of hope talking book holds the interface a giant feast in the window waiting for me to trust the image recognize the raise a toast to the acceleration of endless co habitation, hold the fertile serpentine sepulchre, borders soften reveal a deeper hue touch the thinner brine long dream bold faced contortionist trouble over the wind, pushing the under flow

still waiting

A silver bell in the sky, with long flowing robes, that reach all through you, to have a secret knowledge of you, Where you are released from being known, The quietest orientation, empty holding, wordless comprehension, Dissolves the softest colors in the longest day, A bride off shore, made an angle to dream, of angels of refraction, Drowning my names, Like sunken ghost ships, In the shadows of the moon, A twilight kiss, Edges of the egg thinning, The beginning and ending, Of itchy veins, In a seven star soda pool, Plus seven sugar generations, Thicken pages of purple circulation, To hear the ocean sing, To find the rest of the sky, Letters In the underground, Watch my slippery eyes, like deep dark drunken pools, With shaded deciphering my deepest longing Where sunlight slows into dust, To try new aspirations, Climbing down the dim hall of my song, To meet a minstrel to transfer the gift, Up root the destination of appearances, Before the retro fit consolations, Relieve the cost of winter’s empty jar with a doll kite queen, My flat spot matches up perfectly, The corners find a quiet place to lean, Sliding in and out of phase, the quotient tide, Whispers myself back to the red trial, With gods of fear and pleasure, Pushed into particles without seams, And wait for me to write the answer to the dream, Forged over centuries of oculation, The deep seething slingshot, That never wanted to play games of isolation, Learns distance equals the rest of the moment,

please

Morning bitters, re-calibrating loss, the after taste of faint images, dreams caught in my veins, Complex haze of filtering layers, part of me submerged, part looking to the open sky, Part microcosm, part macrocosm, part timeless, part of time, Interwoven, To reveal all the rough, tight, holdings and entrapments clearly, When eyes turn to a softer light, To carry places that won’t let go, with larger space, clearer knowledge, To unlock the programs and ticking of tracking mechanisms hidden in a deeply recessed corner that is overlooked, Where a great war wages in a great fire, Protect my eyes; guide them with Your light, into Your sky, A place to turn around, Into your fields of glory and benevolent sun, Where all come to awaken, discovering at last how to renounce ego drives, where edges do not cling, The eye finally closes completely on itself, And begins to return home to the ocean of tears, Endless waves of silent night, eternal ways of starry crossings, Only fingertips show the way Touching the veil, unknowingly, The poem offers my self, opens deep distilled moments of equinoxes and solstices, and in between them, the interpretation of change, Rooms within rooms, like after images in twilight, drifting about, To a new home, with deeper set windows of finer transparencies, take me to that last infinitesimal distance, help me cross over to Your domain, not a location, but a dwelling place of such subtlety, that only pure and free desires exist there. Nothing can invade there, You are the only thing that holds me, I know a comfort from my bones to my skin, Put my heart in Your sky, lift me with candlelight, and play me with Your songs of freedom, And when I fall, let me fall with Your rain, with Your softness, back to simple knowing of my own truth, that I can accept at last with grace.

i heard her sleeping

Buoyancy balancing On a deserted empty shoreline, I live with a ghost she’s opening windows and doors, finger flinching she thinks she knows a lot about this world, in her cool jewelled island over believed and over betrayed, Karma devotion, She shows me the colors of the ocean, Hungrier than that serpent dares, She’s made of thinner layers, Ambrosia soul, Turned out to far corners, Soaked around the edge, In the light house candle, How am I receiving my self? Super colliders in outer space, Re running little days, Companions for emptiness, Quiet glow half submerged the night water brings them closer, Such a gentle touch, quiet and truthful, Always a shade deeper shadow in the winter, Silk kimono eyes, Little vacuums of knowing, Wants to touch the silhouette in the stratosphere, 70,000 feet seven engines purring Burning in the radioactive red shift The synchro barrier of beginnings of vapour refraction Bestowing and destroying little identities, Reaching past the memory, The damage was complete, Nothing blank enough to fill the gap, In the middle of the night, Where all tears are cried, And I could sleep, Break down of the beats directly on the brain, Borrowed time I’m just trying to give back, Little sips of dragons breath, don’t make up for quieter distances on the penny arcade, There was no escape, no matter how hard I look, The shrinking past, on the end of a hook, Royal rose standing in the fall out, Under an orange sky, Oil spread and washed the stranger clean,