You are my love, my world.
You contain waterfalls, whirlwinds, and wolves.
You give me everything.
I am entranced.
The serenity of your winters is matched only
By the joy of your summers,
By the white-hot heat of your passionate mayhem,
By cats that eat their young,
Because you explode into spring
And bring with you the thing
That makes life, living while
You're suppressing a smile
Of becoming and being and seeing and freeing
And when you have lived you retire
To reflect
On the chaos and beauty you've left
To deflect
Petty claims on your soul,
Airs of pity or guilt,
All denial of anything nature has built.
We are parts to a whole.
We are leaves that won't wilt,
And in autumn, our goal
Is that blood will be spilt.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Sunday, April 18, 2010
the one of we
a desert blooms, then dies.
there is no life, it seems.
it's waiting for the rain.
the rain will come and it
will once again be born,
exploding from the sand.
the sand will seem a sea
of starfish, octopi, and rays.
and when we see it we will know
it's there for us.
we'll let it grow.
there's no discussing what would be
if there were not these days,
these days of light,
amid the days of darkness,
punctuating joys
that cycle
as the breaths of love
that travel from our hearts.
we're not two parts:
we're one
and we will see the sun
that shines and carries heat,
and we will wait for clouds
that carry life, and meet
among the crying crowds
and care not for the things
they cry about
because they're meaningless.
and we will soar,
and we will find
the meaning more
than left behind:
it's what we make it.
we can see
the master
of our destiny
and it is we.
there is no life, it seems.
it's waiting for the rain.
the rain will come and it
will once again be born,
exploding from the sand.
the sand will seem a sea
of starfish, octopi, and rays.
and when we see it we will know
it's there for us.
we'll let it grow.
there's no discussing what would be
if there were not these days,
these days of light,
amid the days of darkness,
punctuating joys
that cycle
as the breaths of love
that travel from our hearts.
we're not two parts:
we're one
and we will see the sun
that shines and carries heat,
and we will wait for clouds
that carry life, and meet
among the crying crowds
and care not for the things
they cry about
because they're meaningless.
and we will soar,
and we will find
the meaning more
than left behind:
it's what we make it.
we can see
the master
of our destiny
and it is we.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
goodbye fuck
she said we couldn't be
no more she said when called
upon the phone the phone
when called and waking up
she said it's up times up
no more.
i went to her i could not do
else what am i supposed to do?
she said we couldn't be. no more
she said she couldn't be my whore.
she told me she does not like when i do
like this she tells me that it means she loves
me always loves me she will always love me
we fucked in her apartment for the first time
her apartment where she lives with her man
who she says she loves.
she loves me but she cannot be with me because
she is not strong enough to be with love
to hope for love. to hope for life.
to live for love.
she chooses to be limited instead of being
everything she always wanted died
inside her with the little girl
and so we fuck for one last time
and say goodbye and as i leave
she's watching me from inside
through the glass behind the door
she smiles and i cannot she tries
to smile to say she's sorry i
cannot accept apologies are not ok.
it's not ok with me to say goodbye
i leave and then i start to cry
i never stop to wonder why
i know and now i want to die.
no more she said when called
upon the phone the phone
when called and waking up
she said it's up times up
no more.
i went to her i could not do
else what am i supposed to do?
she said we couldn't be. no more
she said she couldn't be my whore.
she told me she does not like when i do
like this she tells me that it means she loves
me always loves me she will always love me
we fucked in her apartment for the first time
her apartment where she lives with her man
who she says she loves.
she loves me but she cannot be with me because
she is not strong enough to be with love
to hope for love. to hope for life.
to live for love.
she chooses to be limited instead of being
everything she always wanted died
inside her with the little girl
and so we fuck for one last time
and say goodbye and as i leave
she's watching me from inside
through the glass behind the door
she smiles and i cannot she tries
to smile to say she's sorry i
cannot accept apologies are not ok.
it's not ok with me to say goodbye
i leave and then i start to cry
i never stop to wonder why
i know and now i want to die.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Once You Start
Once you start it it's there and you can't let go.
You can't let go because if you let it go it goes.
And that's exactly what you have to do. Let it go. And it goes.
It's the flow
And it goes
And you have to let it go
For the next flow to go
Or it stops
Up the show.
And where can it go.
There's a pain in my neck there's a pain in my neck keeping me from experiencing the union with all unity. Keeping me in this separation because of fear. It is fearsome to face loss of self. Dissolution of self. But that's the thing it's not loss of self at all it's gain of self. Can I get a witness?
I can, but you don't know it. We all know it, but no one knows it. That's the paradox. We are all in paradox. Too many have experienced it and they experience the exact same thing and when they have had that experience they are intoxicating to be around. Because they have it. They know it. And we have it and we know it but we don't. And we want it. We have it and we want it. Because we are it.
You can't let go because if you let it go it goes.
And that's exactly what you have to do. Let it go. And it goes.
It's the flow
And it goes
And you have to let it go
For the next flow to go
Or it stops
Up the show.
And where can it go.
There's a pain in my neck there's a pain in my neck keeping me from experiencing the union with all unity. Keeping me in this separation because of fear. It is fearsome to face loss of self. Dissolution of self. But that's the thing it's not loss of self at all it's gain of self. Can I get a witness?
I can, but you don't know it. We all know it, but no one knows it. That's the paradox. We are all in paradox. Too many have experienced it and they experience the exact same thing and when they have had that experience they are intoxicating to be around. Because they have it. They know it. And we have it and we know it but we don't. And we want it. We have it and we want it. Because we are it.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Neptune Casts Confusion
Neptune casts confusion on my day.
What does it say?
It says you need to find the way.
How can I find the way when that same way is
Every day obscured,
Endured by those who could not make it stay?
"You have to fight."
I cannot. Might
I ask you whom I am
To fight does not make right
It makes a slight.
And journeys to forbidden lands
Encapsulate strategic plans
To strangle every living, breathing
Reason to exist.
It is not reason. Existence
Makes no sense.
We make sense.
We make existence!
We struggle on
And straggle on
And linger on
Forbidden ponds
And taste the fronds of palms and fragrant ferns
And where the worms would go did go could go
We go
And though we are not worms we once could be and
Once could be again
If we are friends
We will pretend
That we amend
And recommend
This piece of paper signing all our hearts
Away to play.
Unless we fight!
And this is right!
We will not suffer any slight!
Behold our might
And stand in awe
And stand aside
And join the call
And crow it all
And grow it tall
We will not stop
To be entranced
We will not fall
For fake romance
We will not understate the chance we have
To shatter plates of fancy chad
Cooked fresh with sprigs of mint and seeds
Of discontent about our fate
We must not wait
The time is now
We take what's ours
From those who would not let us have what's ours
And we remind them that they cease to be
When we refuse to let them be what they would be
If we would let them be.
We must be free.
And not because we say
Because we do
We can't expect another to look after what we know is right.
We have to fight.
Because they will not give us right.
We have to stand inside the light
And hold our hands up to the night
And say "No more of what you do.
Your reign is through!
Our words are true
Expressions of our hearts
And you can't stop us with your darkness
And your self-destruction.
When you hate the world
You hate yourself
Because the self is One
And All and everything is Self
And we remind you of your duty to be true.
Now we are through
And what remains for you to do
Is concentrate upon the true destruction
You have wrought upon the Self
And see that it is you."
And we will stretch the light
Across the land
From East Montana
To Japan
And back around
Until the strands
Invigorate the stars
And clams
And walruses
And pangolins
And duck-billed platypuses
Don't ya know.
And we will grow.
And we will farm our world with love
And we will sing to every dove
And we will lay down underneath the sky and sleep.
And we will cry because we almost let the living, breathing beauty die
The living breathing reason everything exists.
And now,
We believe. We must examine
Every leaf. We must advance
To our relief. We must encourage
Every reef And pass the message to the chief!
We come to play this day and say hooray
Together, you and me and if we work
Together we can make it stay.
Until the day
When we can say
We are a ray,
As one,
The sun has shined,
Begun to find,
And never mind it is the sun
We are the sun
We didn't run away
We only thought we did!
And we are here,
The water's clear,
And we can drink it.
Have some, dear.
You'll never sparkle
Any more
Than you do now.
You'll never know
Until you go
And come around.
You'll never hear
Until you listen
To the sound
Within my heart
That has a part
Inside of you
Inside of me.
And you'll be free.
And you'll agree
This is the place
That we should be.
And we'll remember
That's the way
It ought to be.
What does it say?
It says you need to find the way.
How can I find the way when that same way is
Every day obscured,
Endured by those who could not make it stay?
"You have to fight."
I cannot. Might
I ask you whom I am
To fight does not make right
It makes a slight.
And journeys to forbidden lands
Encapsulate strategic plans
To strangle every living, breathing
Reason to exist.
It is not reason. Existence
Makes no sense.
We make sense.
We make existence!
We struggle on
And straggle on
And linger on
Forbidden ponds
And taste the fronds of palms and fragrant ferns
And where the worms would go did go could go
We go
And though we are not worms we once could be and
Once could be again
If we are friends
We will pretend
That we amend
And recommend
This piece of paper signing all our hearts
Away to play.
Unless we fight!
And this is right!
We will not suffer any slight!
Behold our might
And stand in awe
And stand aside
And join the call
And crow it all
And grow it tall
We will not stop
To be entranced
We will not fall
For fake romance
We will not understate the chance we have
To shatter plates of fancy chad
Cooked fresh with sprigs of mint and seeds
Of discontent about our fate
We must not wait
The time is now
We take what's ours
From those who would not let us have what's ours
And we remind them that they cease to be
When we refuse to let them be what they would be
If we would let them be.
We must be free.
And not because we say
Because we do
We can't expect another to look after what we know is right.
We have to fight.
Because they will not give us right.
We have to stand inside the light
And hold our hands up to the night
And say "No more of what you do.
Your reign is through!
Our words are true
Expressions of our hearts
And you can't stop us with your darkness
And your self-destruction.
When you hate the world
You hate yourself
Because the self is One
And All and everything is Self
And we remind you of your duty to be true.
Now we are through
And what remains for you to do
Is concentrate upon the true destruction
You have wrought upon the Self
And see that it is you."
And we will stretch the light
Across the land
From East Montana
To Japan
And back around
Until the strands
Invigorate the stars
And clams
And walruses
And pangolins
And duck-billed platypuses
Don't ya know.
And we will grow.
And we will farm our world with love
And we will sing to every dove
And we will lay down underneath the sky and sleep.
And we will cry because we almost let the living, breathing beauty die
The living breathing reason everything exists.
And now,
We believe. We must examine
Every leaf. We must advance
To our relief. We must encourage
Every reef And pass the message to the chief!
We come to play this day and say hooray
Together, you and me and if we work
Together we can make it stay.
Until the day
When we can say
We are a ray,
As one,
The sun has shined,
Begun to find,
And never mind it is the sun
We are the sun
We didn't run away
We only thought we did!
And we are here,
The water's clear,
And we can drink it.
Have some, dear.
You'll never sparkle
Any more
Than you do now.
You'll never know
Until you go
And come around.
You'll never hear
Until you listen
To the sound
Within my heart
That has a part
Inside of you
Inside of me.
And you'll be free.
And you'll agree
This is the place
That we should be.
And we'll remember
That's the way
It ought to be.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Dream University
I used to dance with the Golden Heart.
But now I swim with immortals.
The house, I fear, is far away.
And I must go through subterranean passageways.
I could eat a falafel sandwich,
But I might have to go.
I said I'd come back.
I will come back.
i can't find it.
i can't find myself.
My apartment is far away.
And there are many stairs on the hills.
I tried to take a photo
But no one had a camera.
Let's make a movie.
We made a movie.
Let's celebrate!
Maybe it's thanksgiving,
But we can celebrate something else.
And we'll see Fay. She's the best.
She's so sweet.
She taught us Latin.
And she cooks amazing.
But now I swim with immortals.
The house, I fear, is far away.
And I must go through subterranean passageways.
I could eat a falafel sandwich,
But I might have to go.
I said I'd come back.
I will come back.
i can't find it.
i can't find myself.
My apartment is far away.
And there are many stairs on the hills.
I tried to take a photo
But no one had a camera.
Let's make a movie.
We made a movie.
Let's celebrate!
Maybe it's thanksgiving,
But we can celebrate something else.
And we'll see Fay. She's the best.
She's so sweet.
She taught us Latin.
And she cooks amazing.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
temple builder
temple builder
pray for light
farm and fish
help another people out
work together
build and build
soon your glory will be glory shining
showing all who see
pray for light
farm and fish
help another people out
work together
build and build
soon your glory will be glory shining
showing all who see
Sunday, April 19, 2009
mirage
i paint yellow ochre desert heat
across you with my eyes.
reclining, your hair floats.
your hands express your languor.
this is the mist of magic-time
extended through the day.
i imagine.
sweat beads on your outstretched breasts
evaporate instantly.
you expose yourself to me because i like it.
champagne drips from your pubic hair.
i drink.
storms swell in the distance.
sandstorms, we think, at first, but we don't care.
the heat is building and must get hotter.
steam is coming from the inside. we create it. it does not become sweat.
we create water. we create life.
i enter you. the storm rages.
the herds stampeding, the air scorching,
the heat so hot convection
starts in us and explodes outward,
pulling the heat so fast the heat becomes cool,
the air swirls, the rain
comes down.
the steam we create becomes rain.
and the plains are fed, the dry is dead, the flowers bloom.
we create life.
across you with my eyes.
reclining, your hair floats.
your hands express your languor.
this is the mist of magic-time
extended through the day.
i imagine.
sweat beads on your outstretched breasts
evaporate instantly.
you expose yourself to me because i like it.
champagne drips from your pubic hair.
i drink.
storms swell in the distance.
sandstorms, we think, at first, but we don't care.
the heat is building and must get hotter.
steam is coming from the inside. we create it. it does not become sweat.
we create water. we create life.
i enter you. the storm rages.
the herds stampeding, the air scorching,
the heat so hot convection
starts in us and explodes outward,
pulling the heat so fast the heat becomes cool,
the air swirls, the rain
comes down.
the steam we create becomes rain.
and the plains are fed, the dry is dead, the flowers bloom.
we create life.
rest assured
i want to lick your pussy
i want to lick it slow and soft
and slow
and throb
and slow until you start
to glow
and feel your heart
beat slow
and lose yourself in time
and lose my face in slime and grow
and know you're everything i want and flow
and go up to the top and slow
stand still for all eternity
and ride the crest ashore
and smile
and fall down to the floor and fall asleep
i want to lick it slow and soft
and slow
and throb
and slow until you start
to glow
and feel your heart
beat slow
and lose yourself in time
and lose my face in slime and grow
and know you're everything i want and flow
and go up to the top and slow
stand still for all eternity
and ride the crest ashore
and smile
and fall down to the floor and fall asleep
poem for marion
marion, startlingly blue
electric voicebox laughing,
scribble and go twizzle-dizzle.
tiny bubbles caught me on your face
and now i can't become unglued.
i'm stuck to you. you make me do
the silly do the sloopy doo.
the silly putty loop-de-loop!
i write and smile and think of you
and all the things that i would do
to have you by my side
i'd glide and hang on through a bumpy ride
and sail across the sea inside
a barrel made of pumpkin pie!
i'd like to see you near me.
though i see you when i close my eyes
it's not as good as touch i'd like
to touch you.
i could make you feel
delights
that you could never steal
unless you were inside a seal
and how the hell would you do that?
but if you could i'd be surprised
and that would just be one surprise
on top of all the other
blow my mind
surprises
you have given me
your beauty
and your light
you shine as though the moon were bright
on new year's day
sometimes it is
and sometimes "is" can rhyme with "kiss"
especially if you have a lisp.
but if you had a lisp i'd rearrange it to a lips
and then i'd kiss your lips
like long ago
in fairy tales
and we would ride
across the clouds
on dragons
to a super slide
and fall in love.
you'd be my bride.
the children would be at your side
and mine
and we would have some more
and fill up all the houses,
four, at least
and it would take a hundred years
or more.
why not?
if i can dream it
you can read it
we can see it
we can be it
from the sunrise to the sunset
from the winter to the spring
from the autumn to the ocean
from the birds until they sing
we can do it
don't poo-poo it
just kung-fu it
that's the thing
that'll climb into the mountains
and will come out on the top
with a cherry and whipped cream
and we will dance.
and never stop.
electric voicebox laughing,
scribble and go twizzle-dizzle.
tiny bubbles caught me on your face
and now i can't become unglued.
i'm stuck to you. you make me do
the silly do the sloopy doo.
the silly putty loop-de-loop!
i write and smile and think of you
and all the things that i would do
to have you by my side
i'd glide and hang on through a bumpy ride
and sail across the sea inside
a barrel made of pumpkin pie!
i'd like to see you near me.
though i see you when i close my eyes
it's not as good as touch i'd like
to touch you.
i could make you feel
delights
that you could never steal
unless you were inside a seal
and how the hell would you do that?
but if you could i'd be surprised
and that would just be one surprise
on top of all the other
blow my mind
surprises
you have given me
your beauty
and your light
you shine as though the moon were bright
on new year's day
sometimes it is
and sometimes "is" can rhyme with "kiss"
especially if you have a lisp.
but if you had a lisp i'd rearrange it to a lips
and then i'd kiss your lips
like long ago
in fairy tales
and we would ride
across the clouds
on dragons
to a super slide
and fall in love.
you'd be my bride.
the children would be at your side
and mine
and we would have some more
and fill up all the houses,
four, at least
and it would take a hundred years
or more.
why not?
if i can dream it
you can read it
we can see it
we can be it
from the sunrise to the sunset
from the winter to the spring
from the autumn to the ocean
from the birds until they sing
we can do it
don't poo-poo it
just kung-fu it
that's the thing
that'll climb into the mountains
and will come out on the top
with a cherry and whipped cream
and we will dance.
and never stop.
update on the journey
sometimes it's like thick
underbrush that you have to
hack
with a machete.
other times it's a
stone wall that you
chip a
way.
but i did it;
i made it through.
now the ground is clear and light streaks
the canopy above.
or i'm in a giant cave,
the only sound
drops
in
a
pond . . . and somewhere, there's
an exit.
underbrush that you have to
hack
with a machete.
other times it's a
stone wall that you
chip a
way.
but i did it;
i made it through.
now the ground is clear and light streaks
the canopy above.
or i'm in a giant cave,
the only sound
drops
in
a
pond . . . and somewhere, there's
an exit.
the roots of shapes are hoots of apes
amid the rape
we did take shape
and form escape
clause laws red tape
enormous shake
claws pause mistake
oh no not us
we are so fist
-icated so.
ed-sophist-ucated
re-combob-ulated
de-opin-ionated
un-propor-tionated
open onion proported portent.
the teeth and nostrils
fling the shapes
beneath agnostrils
sing! the rapes
continue venue
in you we commune
-icated so.
we did take shape
and form escape
clause laws red tape
enormous shake
claws pause mistake
oh no not us
we are so fist
-icated so.
ed-sophist-ucated
re-combob-ulated
de-opin-ionated
un-propor-tionated
open onion proported portent.
the teeth and nostrils
fling the shapes
beneath agnostrils
sing! the rapes
continue venue
in you we commune
-icated so.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
when i grow up i want to be an artist and an astronaut. now here i am, exploring art in cyberspace. an artist astronaut. i am an artist and an astronaut.
all words should start with a. all words should start with "a". why did i repeat that to correct it? why not?
this is all i have to write at this time. maybe i will make a mistake and leave it in, at some point.
all words should start with a. all words should start with "a". why did i repeat that to correct it? why not?
this is all i have to write at this time. maybe i will make a mistake and leave it in, at some point.
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