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

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,

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,

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,

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

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.

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