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

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,

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,

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…

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.

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

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,