Untitled - 4/2017

Mother, I love you
But since I was a child
You've painted me the color of your enemy

Father, I wish you'd taught me more
But all I know of you is pieces and war

How can I know love
When all I've ever tasted is vinegar and blood

Oh this loveless life
Always in flight
Drifting from one island to another
Contemptuous of self
Deserving of no other

Broken People

Love each other
Love in the now
Mend your hearts like Kintsugi
The Japanese art of repairing pottery with precious metals
Your past is history
Cherish it
But leave it where it be
Let it go
And let new love grow in its place
Grow with it
Make it more memorable than that of your past
Dwarf it with brilliance
You can't have a future
If you're dwelling in the past
So live in the now
Love in the now
And you will be wholesome again
If not more so

Desert Flower

desert flower
thy beauty moistens parched lips
though I'd sever ties with heaven to drink thy nectar
I do not wish to pluck thee
but only to enjoy thy sweet scent a breath at a time
and hope that a fruitbat or desert moth would chance upon thee
so to spring ever more beauty

Pretty Face

pretty pretty face
it's not that I'm afraid to look your way
but that they say staring is rude
and it's not like I'm the only one who's ever noticed you
oh pretty pretty face
though your lips do entice me
it's the shape of your heart that I want to know
and of the pieces that make you whole
so pretty pretty face
I hope you'll understand
that one must traverse through the shallow
in order to get to the deep end

Delusion

flashing lights can hypnotize the fire burns and it blinds your eyes everything you've been told is a lie for the answer you seek lies inside you can try to live life within the lines if you're clinging to notions you'll be fine but the circle gets smaller over time

Fly Deep

I want to burn
in the deep ocean blue
and drown in black wilderness
I want to soar
with feet planted in yellow sand
and run like vultures riding updrafts
I want to rise
like a cascading torrential spring rain
and fall like embers carried by thermal columns

Whiskey

The whiskey doesn't pour itself
Nor does it drink itself
And you can't get drunk staring at it
The wisdom in the bottle is not necessarily its content
But the person doesn't drink the whiskey for the whiskey
Wisdom is free to the hungry
The hungry person may be empty of stomach, but full of wisdom
Whiskey on an empty stomach, however, will make a quick drunk

Ride

we will ride
into the desert
into the sandstorm
we will ride

we will greet and be greeted by demon angels
with hair of fire and dust
and lips and skin moist with dew drops

we will be shaken to the bone
we will break
and we will learn

we will see through the mirage
for the vapor trail that it is
and phantoms of the mind that they are

then we will ride
and ride some more

--2014

The Transdimensionals

a transdimensional excursion into the chasm of the spacetime vortex... and I feel fine...
we were thoroughly probed by a benevolent force

got caught up in intangible things
thru rose colored lens I sough everything
wave particles warped into obscurity
and eyes ablaze in kaleidoscopic purity

after the initial probing, they came back to disassemble and reassemble our transdimensional makeup

--2013

Infinity

in an infinite number of universes,
I've kissed your lips an infinite number of times
and I've killed my lovers in infinite ways.
I was born, have lived and died in infinity.
I am the alpha and the omega.
the mother and the child.
the rocks and the trees.
I am the void and the essence.
I am all and none.
hate, love and indifference as one.

--2014