Hypotenuse

The Wand

2007-02-02T18:36:00.000-06:00

I am buoyant in the wonder:
Can they not see the faces
Chiselled
In the low-lying constellations
Hovering over both of them
Like dizzy artists on ice?
I watch as the stars suck on
Green bottles, sip Vodka martinis
& fond over each other like
A thousand Hollywood muses
Crowded into a W. Hollywood
Apartment; as Orion as he
Draws another whaft f/ a
Half-smoked Havana & as
Delphinus winks across the sky
At Hydra, though she's looking
Passed the Dolphin & dreaming
Casually at the Lyre.
These are the towering spectators
& the calculus of their culture
Will mediate the events that caper
Before me;
I want to know what's it all about…
Lepus laughs a tad &
Taurus said, "I'll raise my glass
To that…"
Not a moment left to doubt,
I looked to see if the race had
Fizzled out, but sure enough
In the pale arena there was
Treasure, still ahead, w/ the slight
Leaning to the left…
Suddenly a shock:
Before I could retract my words
The windows locked.
Trailing: 1-2-3-4 o' clock…
Lightning speed,
We were off, & like a cosmic
Astronaut, I was in worship of the
Breath of colours spiraling down
Into unknown masses, ready to be
Born.
I glanced behind me one more time:
Phoenix' wings are spread,
Horologium looks straight ahead:
The clock is turning 8-9-10-11-12-13...

Rocket Science

2007-02-02T18:34:00.000-06:00

Suspense drowning
The tonsils of my sorcery;
I question my own
Magic, when up in combat
W/ yours.
That chemistry could forbid
The un-folding of
Winter, much less her
Apprentice!
Red clouds copulating
Between the heavy commas
Of our eyes as they drift
Into opiate orbits
Surveying the indefinite
Silhouettes of what lies
In between
Words unsaid & words,
Traditional, unbothered,
Painless.

Wrinkle

2007-01-27T18:21:00.000-06:00

Symphonic jungle:
The dashing of the xylophone
As I curl my toes in oceanic shock.
I stretch
My memory in hopes
That I can retract that evening
On the mirror-like docks:
You handed me the full moon’s
Storm in a calescent bassinet:
One flower that would have me
Tripping thru waterfronts
Dating back to
Aphrodite’s first appointment
W/ a laden apple.
Your eyes trickled honeyed
Sapience & I glimpsed
The secret history of circles.
The forever winding of radial
Complexities immersed
In a liquid salutation
As you dove back into the sable
Blue & drowned upon
The rock-n-roll that the stars
Let rain & rain & rain…
Who are we in this serpentine
Voyage?
Fish-faces. Looking-glass-sages.
Sold-out-fortunes
Wading thru the carbon-copy
Visitations
On a boat-ride thru impulses:
Distilled chemical romances
Spiraling each other.

True Blue

2007-01-12T20:11:00.000-06:00

How do I capture virtue
W/ a camera or an epic prayer?
It's floating in the air
Like a voltaic murmur, amphibious,
For it knows the sky
Is really a secret ocean laden w/
Chrystal wishes & aqueous
Amenities like that time you
Kissed me
& I tasted like aureate champagne.
That kiss was a flying fish,
A pneumatic messenger
Being born into a million
Microscopic spectrums that maybe
Looked light some immortal
Paradise: thru eyes of virtue.
Beautiful features are what
You want them to be.
As is, any vantage point
Of human nature; as our we;
No moment is ever wasted if
It's lived in love.

The Mermaid's Purse

2007-01-12T20:09:00.000-06:00

So, what are you waiting for?
There's the seriousness of our revolution.
It's lies here... a somber willow tree
Desiring the density of an oak:
It wants to put down a bottle of gin
& fall w/o the drugs
Into an apocalytical chamber of belief.
I'm losing it.
I'm losing the metaphors &
The chimerical touches of creatures
I invent thru musings upon abstract
Talents; I could deliberate poetics or
That truth that is all fucking poetry.
All poets are getting at something.
Some of them try to reach epitomes of
Comparison; some of them try for such
Metaphysical intangibility;
Some of them paint fences to keep
White horses safe; some of them like
Word games; and some of them just like
To see/hear themselves speak.
Poetry is the breeding of Science &
Art & the their child is Honesty.
But this time,
I'm responsible for a mermaid's treasure
& goddamn if I'm going to be
"Feminine" of "Masculine" ---
I'm who I am, kneeling before you in
A puke of libretto
Facing you the facts: take me to the limits.
Take me & my heart to know
No other place than the palace of stars
You painted long ago when you said
You knew me. You loved me.
What I hold here, in this purse, is
Everything.

Curious Obsession

2007-01-12T20:07:00.000-06:00

He prefers telephone wires.
He prefers to look at buckled staples
That have rusted over & under
Public information.
He chooses real-life but endears it
Fiction.
Classic elegance.
He prefers rocks.
Clear skies.
Trees & undoubtedly
Crumbling red bricks of antique
Architecture.
There are literary tears nearby
To replace the soreness
Of reconstruction.
He makes a note or two
On a tattered journal
That looks more like a tattoo
F/ Hebrew scripture: it's a style
That you wouldn't understand
Because it's liquid-fire w/ a sense of self.
Sense to bind itself together &
Even throw itself away.
Ah, the destruction of poetry.
He wonders to himself where that
Energy flies to.
His perception is a sacrifice
& as a spectator of him, I only know
Him as the strangest muse.

Overnight

2007-01-12T20:06:00.001-06:00

My halo is bent.
& I continue w/ a fragmented posture.
I'm one-of-those
What-do-you-call-'em...
Angelic-harbingers-of-misapprehended-
Brilliance...
I take existence & turn it into
Consequence
& after all that... I whisper things like:
I am Aphrodite!

Hallways & Hallways

2007-01-12T20:06:00.000-06:00

Photographs lend me no alternative;
I must confess,
I wear a million dresses
In the given space of a day.
There is no mistake, 999,900 wait
Captive of a dreamgirl's wake
Into a world that will never change,
Therefore make,
Any headline; they will stay a
Forever-rain-collage perpetrating
As honest art in some surreptitious
Palace;
I know this. I've been there. I've seen.

One Interpretation

2006-12-08T19:35:00.000-06:00

You're the harlequin muse I wrote about last dream,
The face that has changed w/ the spiraling of my evolution.
& I do search, in movements that wave in tropical-like
Holidays, for the qualities that define brilliance.
Not to ever possess, but to inhale fairy tales I have
Never come across: recognizing heaven is as perfect as
The indulgence of the moon's music, as is strums
So gracefully across the strings of some honey'd sea.
I like to gaze upon its symmetrical wings
& assemble images that come to be synchronicities
Between myself & that of whom stands before me.
I like to kiss unhuried bliss & name it names
That only translate under the cool blisters of water.
I jump in to the aqua-scapes of many men & women
Swimming in the cosmic wilderness of a fantastic fate.
Here we are, lost spinning things, feeling our way thru
The colours of some absolutely infinite ocean &
We cannot define & every second
Spend great lengths of human language trying to describe:
Idealities & philosophies... what it means to be with you
& the correlations of feeling truth as it seeps
Into morning coffee revelations or in the monotone of
Cigarette smoke: intuitions of people: opinions:
My truth & equally yours: distinctions of love, like & hate.

Sometimes I Create

2006-12-08T18:45:00.000-06:00

I'd like to live in it, w/ you Love:
A sea-shell palace erected f/
Bizarre Altantian topographies.

Naked foliage
Of our bodies as they breathe
The music of the ocean into cool

Patterns on the planes
Of a starlit vision: we become
Elements of eternal ecstasy...

We become mandalas
& I turn to you in a fishlike fashion
& drum possibilities of circulation:

Spirals.

Spirals, now swelling...
What's beyond the whirl of a galaxy?
It's ours... illuminated,

Un-dimensional.

I wring brisk harmonies that
Summon sable doves into the corridors
Of a moment that may have been

Only a flicker of a candle's memento,
Had we considered
The reality of truth or the truth of reality.

The failure of glass...

2006-12-08T18:38:00.000-06:00

The failure of glass
Upon the passing of fingertips.
The sharp sound of its crash
Onto manila linoleum.
Drugged am I, every time
I make eye contact with you.
& as we turn & disperse,
I'm left in this scarlet dress.
A screaming trumpet,
Walking the tightrope in a
Publicized parade.
Aftermaths of Oriental bells
Rendering the art of seduction,
Ironic metaphor to my
Sedative gaze
As I brush the jaded grass w/
My now competent
Fingertips & fade
Into the violet tongues
Of those sugarless clouds.
A flute enters stage
Uncontrollably & dives in for
The theft of a metallic kiss.
It's a Hollywood romance &
I'm stuck somewhere between
Belief & skepticism
For the length of an electric
Pause...
An ageless famine.

Aphrodite bleeds into frame
W/waterfall arms & a cataract
Of pain as I feel my heart
Begin the welts
Of love's legendary fame!

December's diaphanous slaughter

2006-12-08T18:10:00.000-06:00

January's delphinium daughter
In this gypsy garden w/ dazzling
Petal'd wings & an affinity for music.
An original aerial moonflower:
Resembling the haze of Aegean chrysoprase:
See it thickening along that lovesick watchtower:
The one w/ lavish, coral veins
That hang like bleeding cranes, over the
Majestic bank preserving Sappho's last hour.
Here I spent thousands of days,
Adrift in the mystique of a circadian swordplay:
In this high bungalow, kissing stars
& getting lost in the reflections in the reservoir
As it ripples & distorts the sirenian love-songs
That sing wordlessly behind my muffled breast.
I worshipped the ambient sound
Of waves crashing up against the weather-bound
Island: & the resonance that seemed to overpower.
One wintry morning the leaves whispered low
& for the first time I felt I wasn't a part of this
Art noveau painting; I had faded from it.
I elected to fly down into the flooded cascade
& trade my lotus wings to any mermaid
Who might share the longing to exchange perspective.
There was sugar in the summer draft
Lifting up my skirt against the rockshaft
As I climbed onto its rough bed, a shameless girl:
Legs spread upon the rock, frantically panting.
As the next surf swelled upon my body, I became
As soaking wet as the sea, enchanting the play
Of some water nymph or master of this realm.
F/ my salty lips to my capricious toes, unconcerned
What I exposed: the angle of me: directly begging.
O behold the bedlam of the oceanic boys,
The gods who make that moaning noise creep up
Into my lungs: such a gift: audio-sex-transfusion...
Drizzles of the rain teased dim
& penetrating trusts of the sea slid in:
Magic, no less, as I came to realization
Along the mouth of a regal hue.
I looked down at my shaking legs, only to find
A tail instead: & a peculiar smile as I jumped into
The future.

Ships

2006-09-19T15:31:00.000-05:00

Charmed by the slow dance
On the ship
Headed to Key West.
We're alive,
Under the faerie lights
Color-coding my inspirations
So that I may sing to you
In indigo-filtered proposals
Of burgeoning love.
I can hear the dangling of
Nirvana suspended
In the starry sky as we drift
Along the arms of America,
Musical tourists,
Tripping on the mechanics
Of poetry...
I whisper my lyrics, again,
Into the deep excavations
Of summer
& am asphyxiated by
The intensity of your tongue
As it echoes back to find me:
Your burnished spiral
Piercing the limp corners
Of my feverish heart.

Fable

2006-07-22T19:12:00.000-05:00

You sneak out of aqua shells &
I think I see you smile at me...
I might have blinked.
I might have dreamed...
This isn't your mundane belly dance,
This isn't about a snake charm;
This is about falling, like raindrops,
Into a whirlwind,
Into the thunders of love.
I am metaphor, always, plucking
My harp or swaying my arms to the
Songs of spinning sirens.
Fortune resents the gales of this:
How possession never has justification!
& along that hue,
Never speaks w/ a rift or vocation...
I am metaphor!
Even if I summoned you w/
The coiling of my waist & hips,
The slow relaxing of my fingertips,
The conscious bowing of my bones
Onto these cool tiles
Where I sweat in handling just
The instrument of imagination,
Would it still be a fable?

Telepathy

2006-07-19T19:15:00.000-05:00

Is it the fault of a cloud,
The way I utter words that are asleep?
These candles are only kindled
Under clear skies
That surface in moments
Where even when I scream
Crystal pyramids of deep-pink poetry,
You're never close enough to
Suffer the stain.
I want to smear this language;
Like a wet painting thrown out into
The rain...
Then what we'd have
Would be the clarity of genesis:
The easiness of character,
The reach of your lily white fingertips
To my jellybean smile.
I'd open the curtains,
& feature the irony:
Nonaligned, this melting eclipse.
I'd swim at you w/ kisses
Because
There'd be no need for a spelling bee.

Spain 1480 A.D.

2006-05-27T19:15:00.000-05:00

She was ichorus & a rumour:
Men & women in the city streets said
She was her own elixir:

The poets’ carved splashing cadences
In a faerie tale-esque hallowing of
Her tale:
“how she weeps sugar!
How this maiden’s tears can swim
Upon invented rivers that flow into
Pacific scepters, peel clouds,
& unchain torches! How these suns
Melt into auroras: kaleidoscopic
Lounges for common folk! How
She must galvanize seraphs for
The evolution of a stage…all w/
The curl of a wand she hides in
The mimicry of time; O that she
Might sing & have me drown
Upon the sound!”

Ah, so, the poets bleed, the beggar’s
Squeak & the call girls’ ricochet the
Saturnalia beat, for here she comes,
Young Aphrodite in an age where they
Burn witches!

Down the blanched aisle,
She could feel it: the irony of May,
Feudal ballet slippers, & the burden of
Enchanting flowers.
They were all grey… they were all
A poorly lit audience for, her.
Why not dress in red, she thought,
Why not dress in the domain of your
Truth?!
Why are we so scared that we must
Melt into silvery ashes so soon?
Even the poets.
The poets are worse than the carpenters,
The mothers duplicating their eyes
Into smaller versions of hate, the
Priests saving souls, or the rebels still
Vindicated thru
Allegiances translating & delivering
The language of sin.

The poets fan the flames because they
Also wear experimental frames:
& together, they peer in & out of
The same perpetual window…
But no love song could save her;
& sometimes,
Poets are not messiahs or guardian angels
They simply see overtly.

Something about the day: something
About how the sky broadcasted
A lusty afterglow of violet… something
About how the walls seemed flushed
& the aisle, an omen,
A procession it was for a cardinal star;
The shadows knew it…
The shadows knew it…

She started to twirl; she closed her eyes
& simply felt the wind on her body;
They charged her then.
They had it planned: they all came
Screaming out of their homes & shoppes,
Women carrying babies,
& men, fisting monstrous motions
To the same idol she adored, unknowingly.
It was overwrought
Today by hues of lavender, lilac & plum.
Everyday, by some covert color.

She decided not to hear them.
She listened to the voices of her heroes
& her heroines: the music of Venus, the
Aroma of her tavern, she could see her
Being born in the swirling clouds tossing
Down daisies!

& as these dragons pulled her down,
Drug her body across the crusted ground,
& erected her statue on the mast of their
Maker’s town, she surely could not
Feel them…
The fire. Their holy pyre.
She leaned in for the kiss of her lover
& became a candle of Spring!

Pot of Gold

2006-05-24T09:56:00.000-05:00

Rainbows:
When I see one floating, I always pursue
Its significance.
Thru-out my chasing days,
I've been cultured of society's masks:
I've seen the heartlands' split down the center
Of extremity's ethics
& have since been dedicated to the homework:
Memorizing the spectrum's codes:
Rainbows, however, can be sneaky...
When you sacrifice
The need for the immediate appearance
Of poetry, what is granted is an exotic labyrinth.
& tumbling sideways I have been
Quite recklessly this time.
The way it was raining for months & months...
The way it took me to finally look up at the sky,
Finally realize,
The plummet f/ this cloud's podium was all
For the beauty of such homesick words that you
Paint like charcoal on the wings of
Horses & send them, nautical, thru the fiery waters
Of devotion:
Love. Gardens. The laughter of children...
How angelic, the topography of such a miracle!
Have I awoken?
Have I saved myself thru your personal mythology?
Have I spoken on a stage & shone like a sage
That you might too, experience inspiration & birth
An enlightened sun?!
One thing. One thing, still a puzzle:
The way Morpheus rang down thru the aftermath
& like a woven dream, sang to me:
"Rainbows never end, you know... you never reach
The pot of gold... you always reach the same distance,
You can never out-run it..."

Moonstruck

2006-05-20T11:58:00.000-05:00

I’m curious how many people are actually watching
Me lose all sense of stability
In those one-minute-intervals the stop-light is red.
A car ride is such a foreseen release until then;
I never look sideways, but assume I’m like a bonfire
Inept to be subtle…
For each teardrop is a translucent flame,
Cruel souvenir of the cursed light my heart initiates.

I’m curious how many people are actually watching
Me lose all sense of taste
In those one-minute-intervals the stop-light is red.
I bet you I’m a circus commodity;
Shackled to a canon, I am being launched
For all to smile and pont a finger...
But this troubadour doesn’t have a safety net,
Or a parachute. Or a cartoon melody.

I’m curious how many people are actually watching
Me lose all sense of appeal
In those one-minute-intervals the stop-light is red.
I bet you some even spare me some empathy;
I bet the religious pray, that my soul is saved,
I bet they wish I’d have a better complexion…
But I don’t look like their abstract Jesus.
My skin isn’t white. I am violet. I am violet.

I’m curious how many people are actually watching
Me lose all sense of place
In those one-minute-intervals the stop-light is red.
I dream I am driving on a bridge where time collapsed;
My windows are down, the mud splashes in
& I say to the halcyon world:
“Dorothy’s got a new ride… & she’s going to fly…
Fly far away f/ Kansas, fly far away f/ Oz!”

Cosmetic

2006-04-27T15:33:00.000-05:00

Affliction of stars: but I won’t ascend or descend
This time:
Aphrodite I think to evade:

“& his fiction is written all over your face
While you kiss virgin palisades… how depressing!”

For Mercury came
W/ a message for me, more willingly:

“to each word, let cast a shadow… & in this
shadow, dive into: there, you will find the future…”

Delphian madness, I know if it wasn’t just me, this empathy,
I might, too, walk away… unchanged…
But if you meditate upon this abstract flower I’m about to
Paint you…
exquisite chords born f/ incult strands of puzzle pieces,
…unhinged
look again: at this symmetrical bliss: I drown upon my
personal scent: yet, never think to call it vanity…

We’re one collective daydream… something like that,
Something delusory:
something that wants to pull you in…
& tell/show you secrets…show you the colours I see
in you,

something that wants to be a sublime mirror…

maybe I’m one of
those: BLACK HOLES…
that quantum physicists say are really the links
between mysteries…

& like that abyss, too, …maybe I’m nothing…

This passionate blur is my greatest muse… somewhat untold,
Thru fantasy.

One Day in History

2006-03-17T14:30:00.000-06:00

There is lavendar in the wind...
These last hours of this year: who exhales this potion?!
Not the billowing breaths of oxygen sex,
Nor a pungent tree-flower's glee could lade the
Wind as such this Siren's punch.
Invisible, unfeelable rain: smeared across
God's face.
I'm hopping on a ghost train: accepting that
The sky is vain...
Modesty must have caused a bore & why should
Beauty be ignored?
It put on perfume, batted its eyes,
[the moon blinked a million times tonight]
& I do recall the sun spoke loud:
All day it summoned every brow
To lift themselves & stare, until it dropped
The hex.
It was tiny music staining all sight:
The clouds wore blush & seduced the night...
But confused themselves:
Their innocence was lost: they cried & cried,
& tossed & tossed...
No rainbow here. Lavendar switch:
The bottle was dropped & obviously ditched.
The arc of colour hid underground:
I liked the smell but pondered the sound:
Silent world---
All is asleep~~

Theosophy

2006-03-02T14:13:00.000-06:00

Who will listen to me?
My swimming seraphs?! My rioting rogues?!
My acidic angels, yes? No? My pregnant woes?!
My selpulchered reigns: black opal abyss:
Inspiration's kiss draws down on this:
Love cloaks me like a past dragon's flame:
It isn't sane.
Wild, wild fire's wane & exit upon a
A dry, dry hiss:
Still I feel I never miss
The console of heat: great ancient beat:
Heart tweak: absence & mourning...
Vile warning: move on:
Singular being: awaiting reunion:
Teasing the memory: seeking...
Communion: illusion:
Fix it w/ a surrogate...~
I'm full of it: Magic. Tragic destiny:
I should move alone: crawl. disown. reload. unfold.
Be known:
As another...

Deadlock

2005-12-05T11:34:00.000-06:00

He came to me & proved he was
A lion—
He was keenly cloaked in a comet’s
Mask;
Now he must return…
Now he must return…
To his bungalow amongst the stars…
& leave me, a hermit
In the stormiest copes of imagination
Where I will write fragmented poetry
& try to please
My tongue as it will undeniably
Search out
The dwarfish heels of a bottle’s
Overdue seduction:
Again & again,
As my heart ridicules the paradox
In stinging oscillations:
The way we kissed, & now,
The zip code:
3.141592653589793238462643383279502884...

Watershed Ground

2005-09-10T14:22:00.000-05:00

Excruciating is the shadow of such a great height
That I must wait in for you.
No effigy governs this pool of mystique:

& I imagine that which is invisible can cast more
Fear than a figure we can learn by heart:
Daunting is the talented abyss of uninhibited expression.

Dream-ridden are my serpentine ghosts:
Capricious merrows swimming thru the airs of my
Intractable wonderings, feeling slanted to heaven…

Waving delicate smiles like children, ignorant
Of blinkered armies, caustic in the cracks of tallied oceans:
A tear swathes my mood as I cannot spoil their confidence.

In these artic windows, I become my own desire,
Attaching wings to discrete multiplications:
Consequences of breathing you in:

The future arrives in impassive abilities to reinvent
The rolling hours: I have lived a thousand lives,
Dying each time I realize your kiss is as lost as its colour.

Blackdove

2005-08-24T14:29:00.000-05:00

This galaxy was built upon a spaceship;
She never explained.
Ethereal displacement, fortunate,
In the stratums of a dual-essence belonging to
That sadness we made disappear:
Exodus, rewritten and renowned,
By the characters of your hand’s inspired eye;
On those dying cathedral steps,
We carved this planet’s bleak infertility
Into the grottos of a distant chaos
& drifted away into love.

Came along creatures of the unexplained,
Stringing parallels of a winded bay.
You tossed away that magical blue dress,
Entered me with a new address…
O how the theories, once wedged
Between the thighs of our mind, exploded
Into fierce perceptions
Of a special universe we can call
That word: I think that key:
For I’ve never seen so many fascinating doors
Proud to be irrevocably, open.

Persephone~

2005-08-20T11:32:00.000-05:00

The simplification of chords
As I scrape the ground upon this homecoming:
Dragging the measures of a song I wrote for…

Saturated skin, again,
I went swimming in the planetary pools
Of sensory deprivation, to chance parting.

Twelve steps & yet, they feel twelve insights
Of longer drapery,
Than what has ever dressed these pale windows.

I think I’m on a cloud
Who doesn’t know she’s drifting:
I think I’m misplaced in the happiness of ending.

Where is this ghost
Who said she’d lead a revolution?
I scream out loud & clone a thousand convolutions.

The moon is a negative I once photographed:
Innocent, and packed away, like smooth
Clay in the sleeves of my old imagination.

Dream King

2005-07-29T11:38:00.000-05:00

To whose face holds the secrets of mind,
The slant of sunlight in the peripheral eye,
The ingenuity to exude this haunting light
Into cool letters absent the limits of sight.
Like lily-pads sleeping in restless fishponds,
Are your eyelids when dreaming in charm of the gods;
The moon & her fiction, never seeing the end,
Romance the poise of earth for the bends
Of travel as you search for triads in air,
In nightingale’s solo & mystical flair,
While sunbeams have shifted in no need of home,
To the axis of an original tone,
Where universes are born by the opus of hand,
Creation has a king to withstand!

Storms

2005-07-29T11:37:00.000-05:00

Forget about the tempest
In this need:
We were not born into the chase
Of a butterfly’s scheme,
We were wished-for the cradles
Of a rose-divan lullaby,
Unchained prisoners captivated
By the chime of candles
& the kiss of a chamber’s cry:
Where we lie
In some god’s debt whispering
Tomorrow’s tale.
Who sings to us in an un-winded
Blue?
Who lets the air know not
The languages our hearts construe?
A muse’s lyre
Banks melodiously on the chords
A secret knew:
& sung it is thru waterfalls,
This sinuous chrystal, the feel
Of us in concert holds as true
As every beautiful purpose life adores.

The Dreaming

2005-07-28T11:40:00.000-05:00

The dreaming
Gathered shells off the sands
Of rare perception
& erected a castle for us:
Kings and queens:
Proprietors of the coolest
Stream:
Winding thru the furthermost
Perimeters of peace;

She
had a room
With a view,
& outside the lavish walls:
Where motives for her secrets
Palled:
Drifted muses in the effervesces
Of a personal ocean.

~*~

2005-07-27T11:44:00.000-05:00

The look of you – symmetrical to mine:
Bleeding thru each other’s time into the sepulcher’s of rapture…
It’s more than a sigh or a tender whine…
Your hand upon me, feeling my…
No one sends my flying like this version of my inside:
Reaping the flowers of my soul!!!

Ode to Rimbaud

2005-06-30T15:35:00.000-05:00

Over here:
We under, hear the hip-monarch of corruption.
This is a version of harmony’s hero/ins
Rising to the worlds of love’s extremities
(with its axis of truth)
It twists on subterranean intensity:
A convex’d colliery into the antonyms… the synonyms…
We are the new sun!

And yes, all could possibly,,, start…
[[[melting like popsicles...]]] !

The walls are crooked timberlines depressing perfect skies
That evolved in perfect parallel with the sea & soil’s support.
& we are woodland royalty hearing the peasants’ inborn cries
Active at a level that cannot, with a minor role, contort
A second look or exploit meaning with the subtlety of metaphor…

I sat on a welcoming rock
To listen to the ancient poet speak in a language
Translated for me on square pages to accommodate my conception
Hung in awe, my ears marinated themselves, desperate to learn of
Mysteries that lie deep beneath our oceans,
Heroes whose ventures lie on the warrant of the treble clef,
Wisdom that sunk far before the middle ages,,, to make room
For free enterprise.

Who’s going to write of a new calling?

I wish I could hear the poet speak without unraveling the lines
Of a classic tale,,,! someone who could move the people & not lie silent of the shelf...
For the sweet philosophy to be un-buried to teach us who we are,
The nature of the origins,,,
[[[those]]] must be unavailable for resurrection, unavailable for visitation,,,

The crown is astound-ed
By the factions of modern truth...
Who is going to write of a new calling?

It was you & I, until we realized... it's been said by no one new:"
Must not make them like they used to...!"
O Muse!~

The winds are changing...

2005-06-23T15:45:00.000-05:00

The winds are changing… in this oblique negative of a fantasy,
There is clearly, a tangle not a stream.
Consciousness, no easy ending, here we sleep, mesmerized by the need
To conjure up reality: it was hiding in the oceans,
The collected tears of seraphs: how they weep such somber
Honesties…& leave us mortals in the wake of coveting…

Coded Dreams...

2005-06-22T15:42:00.000-05:00

Coded dreams... movements not quite tamed,
Even though the wilds of the world paint the slumbering realm in still lullabies, if you look closely,
I am dancing in the haloes of your creation.

Sweet airs, distillate of candle tears...
Spontaneous creature apt to foster the verve of every peak in the infant sky...

This time...

2005-06-22T15:40:00.000-05:00

This time, love's company schooled me...
Brought the moon to earth, he, who jilted my eyes, combined, my stained glass window of hope w/
A lung & the taste for oxygen...
He pointed his finger in the direction of tomorrow's dream, kissed my lips, and sent me... ~sailing~

I heard the voices of clouds...
In violet conjunctions, a psychic lyre trimmed the poesy of an astrological tear: "almost there; pack your bags & get dressed..." and so I...
Wonder the weather out there.

Siren~

2005-05-21T15:46:00.000-05:00

A merman,
So easily you turned to be!
Along with the cool waves
In the ambiance of…
How the heart-to-heart tide
Rambled,
Like a charm disturbing, comfortably,
The trickle of our eye’s muted teardrop…

Simultaneously,,,
While you danced & … & … I,
Fell into a whirlpool, serenading the
Unknown:
A gospel-child, a dreaming, wild…

Ocean lore of secrecy:
Tentacle bed ~ said of
My shape-shifting arms… [[[did you know]]]
They were water-colouring the peripheral of us
From the seat of the gods…?
I was merely a medium,
And you,
The victim of romance..
But don’t be alarmed of my revelation:
I was only told
First
In a dream, last night,,,:
Sappho sang against the emphasis of propagated
Starlit visuals slanting down upon a fabled lyre
She held like…!
A child, smiled, in the night & tossed down
The memory of Persephone’s kiss,
Like this:
~swish~
& then untouched her own birth & faded
IntoThe soft existence of purring tongues
While the ancient poet reveled in the tales
Of a mermaid’s shift,,,… [[[liked to dance on land]]]
Against the evening, brushing fingertips,
With,
You,,, as we spoke of more to come…
~*~

Come, come, my love…

There is nothing...

2005-05-01T15:49:00.000-05:00

There is nothing…
That a look at you couldn’t inspire
From these handsI barely have possession of…

It is a mad dash down an accident’s giggle…
Stroking the kismets
Of a grand circle I thought I played
The drums to
Until you whispered in my ear:

“You’ve never been born…”

Clouds of Future Wear

2005-04-17T13:45:00.000-05:00

[[[Clouds of future wear
Come layering my air
For in my world it seems
The sky has fallen to its knees...]]]

OF two MINDS,,, this ESCAPE
OF eye-jewels ::
^PAINT^:: a river we can
S-S-S-S-S-S-SS-S-SssssAIL upon...

[[Maybe there’s a story
Maybe there’s a place to see
My smile is undecided
Though my eyes are taken heavily...]]

~*~

2005-03-30T15:50:00.000-06:00

Is this light around me my own,
For then whence did I grow eyes?
Infantile am I
Inside this caterpillar hide [[a secret]]
From the rainiest of nights spent
Trickling down
My aviating spine…

All the seraph’s tears blessing
The kindest miracle of time
[[[Upon these two who rest under the
Purple moonlight stroking skins
Without a care in sight…]]]
I stare upon the heavens as I kiss
Their gentle sighs…
I take the stars I've soak to my love
Against my side, & watch as they procreate into the
Wind’s solemn alibi… I feel I am shedding... can you see
Too
The wave of maybe a hundred million
Butterflies,,, Frolicking into this new galaxy...?

~*~

2005-03-26T13:42:00.000-06:00

Heartrending synth
Humanizing idleness:
Bodies [detached] … Faces [bare]

Like the first show of sun in a Neptune-year is our music!
Our kissing souls compose a dance
That stir all life into the sweet romance of harmony.

Upon the greenest hill we sculpt Arcadia,
Our twin forces igniting
The elemental fire unfailing of conception…

Some favourites in the assembly weep,
Indebted to the overture:
The avant-garde leap into nature’s mythical air!

Others continue the exodus
Of deep-seated fiction parting the band:
If an illusion is graced it’s from new-born hands.

Here we exist: progressively modeling
The stage where heaven is said to play if love
Is personified & breathing in time: to save the world!

A Second's Delay

2005-03-22T13:40:00.000-06:00

Coasting down the free-way
Marginal madness,,,
Seraphs sliding thru the skylight
My daydream projects above its coolness.
Inquisition:
My riddle of you,,,
Have I entered the key into the shackles
Ordinary love places upon
An atai…
& I smile thru the effervescent
Consecration
Knowing I sail just as boundless
As a weaving
Mandela:
Symmetrical,,,
Untold,,,
Forever reflecting clarity thanks
To you…

~*~

2005-03-20T13:38:00.000-06:00

Whispers in the corners
Of my inexhaustible heart
Spoke words
Much like poets do:
Elegiac;
The walls of my eyes
Began to deteriorate onto
The promising earth I was
Emerging from:
Acidic fiction burning
My shaken toes,
& uprooting the origins:
From my native soil,
So the feathery liberation
Of an ostentatious
Star could kiss my
Bleeding insight:
~*~
Sacrificing all history,
Worth,
The miracle of seeing you.

Contemplating an Encounter

2005-03-11T13:02:00.000-06:00

I cannot recall whether it was the music
Or the colour I noticed first
In the message I was given fortifying our love.
Aphrodite appeared on the rose petal crest
Of the wildest wave my chest has suffered
& unfastened the curtains of my soul…
A mirror’s imperfection
For it playfully was hiding the truth:
My figure & expression thawed away
& there was the sublime image of you…
A single tear born to life
There upon my cheek to die in fame;
My eyes disbelieving it was the extension
Of my celestial soul,,,
For when & how did the sky expose
It’s enigma to me:
Out of the blue quite literally, you,
Flew out the rapture I knew
Only to be a dreamland where my mind's eye
Is tempted to loose all scope of reality;
& do not be concerned
Of my take on farsighted affairs,,,
It was you who taught me all I know, long ago,
When we were sliding down icicles
Upon some isolated star& inside your kiss
(I remember this…)
You old me of ventures that eluded all freedoms:
Embodying love (it was our gift) &
That forever we’d live to see it spread far…& touch existence!
Now we stand, figuratively, upon a cloud,
Excited that the time is now.

~*~

2005-03-10T13:01:00.000-06:00

weeping tears for beauty...
high upon the evening's piers I will remain
A faithful listener
Transcribing a voice that might be mine...
Suspicious of the elvin night
I delve into voices sung upon the east & persuade them to come
A little closer and into the dreams
I sleep in the waking prescience of your soul:
I seduce its dance,
With magical flutes until in trance it winds
Into my inhale & reveals
Secrets of you,,, rose-coloured patternsI
n gentle rythyms of my solace,
A gem-seat-cheer upon the clouds;
Drawing the key of the lands into
My corridor's lock...

3

2005-03-06T12:52:00.000-06:00

Born of magic impressions
In the one neophyte
Who cyphers the dual existence
Between real and unreal
When combined is the trinity
That dreams translate
In the womb of the matrix.
Weak spirit. Sleep leaves.
Kingdoms cannot be
Destroyed by anything less
Than eternity:
You all look the same to me:
Mortal. Immortal.
Riveted by the playgrounds
That reveal...!

~*~

2005-02-27T12:35:00.000-06:00

the colours pulse:
to & fro, the saturation:
as i flutter my eyes in rolling breaths:
seduction,
by a creature who slides
in & out
of my ecstatic chamber of love!

In love...

2005-02-22T15:57:00.000-06:00

What do you call this thing...?!
I think I wrote a ballad or two,,,
Though they float within you: do they...
Should I ressurrect...
The heart of the matter & post it:
Upon the focus of your eyes...?

~*~
Flamboyant and pioneering…
A wrestler of the extremities of spirit!
Autonomously, I will give the kiss of life to humanity,
Invent the sign of each new day,
On one stipulation: that my axis is you.
I was made into the flesh as the fifth element;
The unconditional creature of your creation…
& if you cannot see now, you will in time,
I am the crux of love for you to generate from,
Source of energy, we are suns,
Of our soon to be galaxy...

Because when I burst: I feel:
~~~
Beauty has never flown so wistfully
Across my skin, as it does dress’d as you:
The air shrinks winter
& lifts the sun from the veils
Of distant eyes… to see: the lovers sing…
In the rain of a morning shriek across
So many evenings
Spent dreaming naturally!
This love spell has me
Urgently burning,
To lick
The places that are yearning in my blind
Epiphany,
I don’t even know how many light years
Away we were when
I knew again, and again, and again…

In love:
The way it simply is!

Seilouchur

2005-01-11T12:44:00.000-06:00

Seilouchur
An imaginary colour
Approaching amplifications
Of the importance of extracting
Hard concepts:

I own seilouchur wings…
& I fly across arctic pagan impressions
Like a wild child
In love with exploring pale neon castles…
I am a romantic

“Take her back,” she said… and I said,
“Alright, but a riot will emerge in
The deliberation of strength.”

A colour can surround:
A colour’s around…

Returning love we threw here and there…
Into fire-hearts
Into enclosures to later erupt.

Passion is it’s child… & I am its mother,
This is a homecoming!

Artemis Joins

2004-11-21T12:30:00.000-06:00

The moon again deceives:
Her brilliant rock is but the flush of leaves
& they’ll crumble upon winter’s breath:
A year is spun into its death.
Though difficult to not mourn an ash,
I know all things are slowly-burning out
Inside these costumes, we are flames,
Soon extinguished passions, arid names:
I must remind myself, the sphere:
Behind the portico we see is a clear
Succession, involuntary:
To render speechless and renew.

Why I turn and face such truth:
This condensed outburst mustn’t lose
All muses to a daydream: though,
It may be my fate that a fae theme
Shadows my crawl across the earth:
That my mirth is cloaked in the dearth
Of an edifice as free as mind:
Paradoxically, desire cannot find
An exit in which to pour its tears:
I am left in the chill of a rainfall’s fears:
That a weep is all it will known to be:
It cannot change that outwardly.

Is it every lifetime that a trick
Haunts my body’s every brick?
Aphrodite: sure I distort my limbs,
You know I fold in ways that give
Me prominence for such thought:
To imitate you in a labyrinth wrought
Of your own incomprehension:
& little do you mention
In all the gifts you bestow unto me
The price of your equality:
I cast my love upon the silhouettes
Of treasures that exist privately to myth.

In This Garden

2004-11-16T11:47:00.000-06:00

I slip into your elegant arms:
Like a faerie child:
Warm-allegiance to the tribe of this drastic
Swarm of farsighted intrigue: conspiracy:
The lungs of a revolution,
Our movements are the breaths of near desire:
That a kingdom could become
The redemption:
The sum of our proposals to a time in question:
Returned.

I walk the dales of your wondrous tales:
Glorious spells of admission.
Temptress of fate:
Effervescently knighting the gates of the future.
With you, I leap
Off the walls of this delimited garden
For sooner I felt the inevitability
To uproot
The obvious progression of flower’d fae-verve:
& perish into the heavens.

On Purpose & Evasion

2004-11-11T11:51:00.000-06:00

The ceiling of this shelter is more arresting than these walls
Which represent a breastplate screening distractions in the hall.
I wish for no allied crown but an opening to invade
The heavenly, subhuman void where philosophy awaits.

A soundtrack to my life runs its toll: almost hot electricity;
News bulletin, sitcom frivolity, all background to this vicinity.
Realization, I can’t make ineffective, there asserts this case;
I must bow to digital kings & queens and quietly plan escape.

A wilderness-mind riotously has reinvented leisure
Inside my bones, a burlesque-marrow, aches for new-found pleasure;
Yet, I find the day & night fulfilled by vertical fantasy,
A moment doesn’t lend a hand, the rain plays gentle on the masonry.

My pen inscribes a document for the art of contemplation,
While my heart fights strongly, faithful dreamer of some revelation;
Alone I wait with a minor call on questionable activities
That this city provides as unpaid trips, brief accessible amenities.

Why do I feel the prerequisite to change the world to change
My satisfaction like I am unconvinced with given range?
My script is written in the stars, & how dangerous is that place?
A pirate’s mouth I better have to secure a title in this coming race.

A tadpole I am, currently, swimming in the fish-bowl irons,
Seemingly sedated gaze remarkably unbothered by the sirens
Singing hauntingly everywhere beyond the grasp of lesser life form,
But meditating – I am instead learning – the craft of such a violent storm.

Preparing to Represent Love

2004-11-08T11:55:00.000-06:00

The hours are crowded with dreamy tones
Wisps of reasons dripping wet,
My rather free subconscious sweat,
Industrious style,
I reach for the opening to this close content.

Cool are the petals of our lotus hearts:
Playing the airs of our flamboyant start
Into worship:
But the earth begins to shake: and we fear…
It is the capers of gods teasing a quake.

A treasure you are in the palm of my trance:
The world vibrates, feeling our dance
On the scaffold of a mysterious
Faith that we might be immortal in the
Penetration of rebellion.

Rebuking all odds, unconditional and blind.
Revolution like this, is the kind that can not
Be alarmed of creatures that stalk:
The dais awaits: for a destiny is ours that
Asks of expression:

Embodiment of a symmetrical angel.

Mind-Altering Rapport

2004-11-03T11:48:00.000-06:00

The nectar of the mortals:
overprotected by the mad, the sad, the artists & the weak,
Looms through the entryway of my sanctuary

Like a caller pretending to have lost the way
Along I play, requesting no rejection of its
Holiday into my razor sharp vision of the unreality.

The competition will begin, I say,
Give me your best shot of amusements that you sport,

& I’ll respond, accordingly, you see,
Because I have no time to waste time
On anything this world can compose for my execution without me.

Isolated interests analogous to these would turn to
Ascetic lunacy: for no surprises in the
Culminations of the purpose unless there are dual blades.

We consume each other in order to empathize
The heart & mind through the synthesis of eyes
We share through one experience like two in marital vow.

You stream through my blood & cremate the past
& in concert we rise to secret at last
You in your wit – taxing my form – with inevitable adaptation.

Challenges I foresee – for I push the extreme –
You are the undead, thus, the war is with me,
I bring you to life to wheel my mind as I decide the speed & construction.

Tempting Equilibrium

2004-10-30T16:05:00.000-05:00

So, come undone:
In the splash of my vexation:
Upon the dark & wicked den your escape to
When I catch you haunting me:
I don’t mind, do you?

Chase the midstream of my melody:
Siren incarnate:
The genesis of green imagination…
Crayon-ic secrecy [[[how i play...]]]

Veiled in the gleam of a silver-moon-stream,
I am treading the waters of a side-effect-muse;
Polar to this aptitude:
A garden lies here where our fables choose
To bathe in the heat of the temptress’ gold:
I stand in the slants of your furthest idea,
Draped in the art of the unexplained…
Inviting you to experience:

The empress’ rush of stormy tracers,
The shivering echo from a mountain’s peak:
I wish to hear you mimic me.

Reflections:
Spike’d perfections: one intention,
Drowned in the cloud-forest of a lost freedom.

Aphrodite's Dive

2004-10-18T11:37:00.000-05:00

Wrapped violet heart
Inverted on the outside
Of my burning chest,

One vibration you freed
& sent me, spiraling down
My own love song…

With birds in my tresses,
Ribbon-like dresses
A prophetic delay confesses

A close encounter.
It is like me to chant, but
This rainbow-tongued rant

Flew by its wet canyon walls
Enthralled beyond,
A logical call into the wind:

It is the wrong way up:
This leap into
Perfect blindness…

My lyre strums too this plan
Balancing a blank demand:
Awe: Ares has me euphoric!

In Limbo

2004-10-03T12:41:00.000-05:00

I want to hold you
In the midnight-hour upon a gem-seat-cheer:
I can only imagine
It to be like a thousand velvet-whispers

Molding a gossamer glaze,
Replacing the space where air used to amuse my skin.
Instead I bask in the pride of paved compositions
That stalk the nostalgia of my internal

Cave: canyon like dispositions:
Monochrome expansiveness emulating
My assessment of limbo.
Brilliantly dyed violet sky

Contrasting the glow of the optimistic white
Walls filtering radical thoughts:
Mission in life: & who chose to march with me.
As I return to this world: continue a quest:

On my sunrise pillow lies remembrance:
Poetry’s halo, windswept anguish:
You on my mind and an empire bleeding
In drones of a frenzy.

Craze

2004-10-01T11:40:00.000-05:00

Mystified is this resemblance to love:
It’s apprehensive: actually:
Though, too, an exterior dream.
Stars have exploded:
The sky has left no guidance:
Beautiful, yet intimidating concert
It was to be immersed in the fireworks
Of this revelation:
On my own: & our own:
I feel it’s too early to say:
Anything: that could be dispossessed:
Tomorrow:
I could fall: and lament my own voice:
But, secretly, I almost know
The colors of your soul:
All too well.:
Infinite & intricately echoing…
I feel them circling: swirling naturally
With mine.

Orbital

2004-09-21T12:49:00.000-05:00

Atlantic rift
Deep & dying lavender lift
Into ancient galleries
Where our secrets stick
To forest-wicks
Lit by the evanescence
Wonder constricts
Into the swift rapture
Of decorated sleep,

I can’t eat, or drink,
I can only weep these beauties:
Now that I’ve seen you
In the labyrinth of creation:
Green & spiritually roaming:
Alongside foaming bridges
That trickle knowledge
In daftly bright snowflakes
Rising to the earth,

I am dramatic:
Hedonistic in the birth
Of exaltation:

Violations of transience:
I am inside of you,
Freely, divine:

Euphoric trajectory:
Orbital bliss.

Mirror Sublime

2004-09-20T12:46:00.000-05:00

My memory fades harsh upon the answering
Of my last breath I seek to recall,
When past did I exhale flora scented in mhyrr?
Mystery awakens in my sleep, yet,
Becomes invisible upon the corridor my eyes,
In given plan, fall into: the morning sun…
It feels kin to lifetimes prior,
That in each, we connect our souls to One
Who lifts us equal to the reason
For creation.
What noble devotion but to the reflection,
The glow of Aphrodite’s own?
My love has me racing to the edges beyond
Circumstance,
Coinciding the acute recesses I thought only I
Digressed into:

[where I flew on the colours of my voice’s
Freedom, satisfied by placid indigo & bleu…
No up or down, only forwards,
Into shrouds I choose to let define my presence:
Be it a prism’d sphere, or heroine myth,
Only I’d hear the truth of thisVision…]

Now intersecting my path, he muses red,
Transcending time that I rhymed
Into invention:
Entered my dreams: became my king:
Said he’d reign this land with me.

Who else spies upon the percolated sky you & I
Soar beyond?
In a dimension of bliss, this harmonic mist
Cleanses the sense I barely knew… & I
Look around and there’s only you:
The rest of life can adore the shape & hue
Of my perception’s view:
Each individual moment I trap into place;
While you fly with me into
Infinity& experience the glory we restore to the space
We drifted from…
A river between two homes:
Is there any moan in the stars or doubt,
We’ve been paired to guide this journey out,
& mystified, I have never been as this,
I know because each death I grow,
Though calm forgetfulness is bestowed,I
believe in an escalating climb, this show,
Looking deep into the mirror,
To find you…
The greatest muse I’ve ever known.

The Artistry I've Seen...

2004-07-09T15:33:00.000-05:00

The artistry I’ve seen fly like skull typhoons
Conjuring up the next hallucinogenic trip to some place
That is always no place of any comprehendible conversation!

Pariah

2004-06-12T11:52:00.000-05:00

Hideaways you worship like the devotion
You assign to your own existence:
Something promising about the separation
From the predictability of humanity,

& the dangers of becoming attached to something secular:
Love,,, perhaps
You will be disappointed
<& again>
It happens: imperfection is what looms
In the vestibules of this matrix:
It isn’t heaven: here:
Behind door #? Is a plastic game: that despises
Its own description: in the category: toys
So, the question, stays inexhaustible delay:
Do you want to play:

Today… ? Today? Today? Today? Today? Today? Today? Today? Today?

Ecstasy

2004-06-11T11:41:00.000-05:00

Tonite the house of love renders all its force:
plagued my sense of vigilance
& clued me in to the source of mystery:
immaculate touch:
of elemental empathy:
created by a master much
like this: fragile is what fears its loss:
sacred knowing: in this showing:
who can argue
with this opportunity to be symmetrical
to heaven?
I would live here if it weren’t a curse
Upon me,
It’s been known to appear
& disappear on wings quicker than I’ve
Yet to parallel…

~*~

2004-03-17T14:08:00.001-06:00

A gap in the means -OR-
A rap for what seems textured:
A lecture I have sent myself...~~~
Careful to dwell in strange expression:
Many confessions can pull &
Strain:
Like to refrain:
It isn't glory, this story, some more
Than others amaze: a phrase:
Close to perfect: stays if unmatched,
a face~
relaced by addition:
We could all say
I LOVE YOU,
it weighs nothing ...
It's here, always...
& sometimes,
Unequal.

Scream

2004-03-05T12:00:00.000-06:00

Unrequited cry:
excluding the goodwill of those three seconds:
resonated my passion into eternity
bouncing off sky
joined in with delay
Hidden mirrors: perhaps cameras:
Enthusiastic: that’s how they were raised: indebted.
Frugal. You’re piercing my mind
Without a scepter:
rapt axle:
unspeakable birth
of worship:

artist, I need you.
Sleeping: where? On streets: surreptitiously?
If I were to rescue you: then… [ ]
If I were to , crown you: king:
Feasibly: sing: like this: I’m beginning to…
Disbelieve: don’t you feel for me…
Where are your lyrics? Maybe I’d follow.
We’re two exigent souls: tuned in to: the dynasty we imagine:
Inside the other:
are they balanced / / / the crucial question
It isn’t like my heart to: traipse: should I mourn
that I left you nomadic:
that’s how I found you
drifting… in the sunshine…
like a sailboat with helm
indecision haunts resolution:
you be the judge
without hesitation:
Pilot debut:
Conclusion: the next episode: [oral]
[off air]

Does it matter that I love you [ ] it’s murder now.

The Dying Sun-Flakes

2004-01-04T12:50:00.000-06:00

V a r I e d
=assembly- - -

You know those dimly LIT calls
Upon

FALL & the low aperture

(depthoffield)

WE PhotoGraph with Eyes … ?

Psychosomatic ties:

Shhh… -silent LIES
Upon

Daydreams.

Where does the sun - - - descend or does (?)
Is always
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Blood – Flood – Perception:

Thepresentdoesn’t always KNOW
HOW
Thefutuegoes swim-ming

.Sometimes

We must lean
like melting candles
OUT-OF- SUITABILITY
& choice

TO DIE FULFILLED

(letswalk)

like . champagne . .

Cave Lif

2004-01-03T11:39:00.000-06:00

What we can experience in the shade,

if we listen to the ancients’ fever,
the ceaseless echo of passionate voices
crying out through the walls:
that remain silent
upon first glance,

Is that all chronicles of humankind
Are entombed in the muscle of earth:
It can’t be heard unless it is sought through
It’s own course of peace…

& we enter, our birthplace,
The doors to experience

This opening,
& awaits the place that we escaped…

Did we find meaning, we wonder,
But I know & you know:
Here lies the mystery…

Presented in a circle.

Rock Phases They Call Mystical

2004-01-01T11:54:00.000-06:00

Prodigal laxity pulls a sword,
Harsh momentum,
On my own approach;
It’s a war upon the future me:
Emphasis makes indistinct its focus,
Too much highlighting blinds & fogs,
The wildebeest is lost,
& I come, a furious stampede,
Sarcastic fool, sometimes brushing
The fine, holy hairs of a wise contact
I would have killed
If it weren’t a chimera;
Then I pause – publish screams from
My mind
That now sees its own disappointment,
Drops the weapon,
& announces to its world:
Acceleration is its own suicide,
If a sliding helix –
I lose my moons in twofold contractions:
Fear & love: extroverted egos
Given time to win time…
An impossible race – harmonizing orbit –
What is passed infinity?
How does my body outlive
Urgency & perplexity
I can’t explain
In less than my own existence?
Oxygen-curiosity,
A fish out of water;
One side of this uncombed exploration
Leaves me a whiskey-ed, odor relic;
Each new break of day
A dehydrated amnesiac headhunter,
& the other side,
My celestial prey.

An Address

2003-12-26T12:18:00.000-06:00

The weight of severance
[both Real and Unreal]
Flattens the place of our standing.
It is like quicksand – with a hand ascribed to holding
On
To something actual,
Natural & maybe human.
We don’t die… in fact, we live:
Evolve & learn to S
W…
I... M
in this world of
Our Creation:
[Bestowed. Deliberated. Carefully watched Upon.]
Some sporadic evenings, we brush fingertips
[Cursorily]
& then lose
ALL points . of reference .

Metamorphosis

2003-12-14T13:04:00.000-06:00

Rebirth requires such metamorphosis
It can’t be experienced through
Exterior vision:

Neither my glance nor my age
Could you define
With change:

& in the world of metamorphosis,
Bones are not of same
Caliber:

Intermediary brew:
Linking countless dimensions:
It’s hidden…

Why the Explanation Carries No Weight

2003-12-13T12:02:00.000-06:00

Rocket fire flashes
In the focus of proposed excess:
Not much to regret unless it shocks you.

I am restless & disruptive to the privilege of your company;
The entertainment would act lightheartedly but
The shadows couldn’t help but be mischievous by temperament.

Elfin insubordination & their raster-ized shrill
Are occasionally my preferred muses:
Radical bards I forfeit to, in order to star in their epic myth.

Play the hero. Play the villain.
Be dressed in costume for the wiles of insanity
& never have to contemplate a demarcation of existence.

The reflection in the mirror never preached,
My shell still liquefies itself within its sleep,
& name, I never could, more than a pseudonym for this time.

If comprehension makes it hard for you,
Do what I do when I think of it:
Become a crystal’s eye & ricochet the infinite colors.

Threatened

2003-11-30T11:59:00.000-06:00

Your greatness I cannot embellish
Like most conditions that upwardly
Paint the staircase to their cave.

For I assign you no body. No armor. No pretension.
This time, vanquished is your magnetic gaze,
Perfect charm: ironic is this phase I curdle.

Electric confusion highlights
The sting of the unsigned message
Transcribed by the clouds:

“the Entire…”
& it may eclipse my attempt at nothing.
It may be an empire propositioning me.

Private sleep: impossible belief;
You were supposed to be a man
I never questioned.

Yesterday, I handcuffed the sun:
So all that is willing
Can rise from the shadows that I exiled.

Possibly, A Valediction

2003-11-19T11:48:00.000-06:00

God gave you a muse & you’re killing her.
Her wings are drenched, exhausted.
The feathers try to try to crawl but they’re not
The imperative, conscious elements.
Understanding the burden you bare,
Through divination & your heart,
Is what I’m here for:
I cast little spells of poise & amity
In the beautiful enchantments given
First to poetry:
Here it settles like a bird,
Transient sojourn,
Cocks its head, coolly & departs into the wind
With conveyance.
This hurricane you’re rearing, be careful,
Summon the weight to the crux,
Or drown all will in sorrow.

The Tomb

2003-11-01T11:57:00.000-06:00

The tomb I’ve been building, this fragmented studio
Where I compose, wonders of its destiny.

The voices outside are dampened like a distant stereo
Dragged out across a violent rain

& if all that is said is really to me,
What is this message that doesn’t have a human face

To come inside my place & talk like old friends do,
Warmly & over tea,

Openly & definitive.
I could never leave this project in its incoherent state;

I must enclose these walls & light a match
Or tear them down & find anew assignment.

My privacy is a huntress of its own ingenuity
But often times has long pauses

& forgets what it was doing.
Can anything be simple, can anything be free

If it struggles with its own sense of truth
& continuing ability?

Exit This Woolgathering

2003-10-26T11:43:00.000-06:00

Autumn’s tirade on the Jersey flank is beseeching;
I could almost upbraid solely the season,
& discount that it is really an infant inferno

Cosseted in the depths of your eyes
That is cindering my insides.
It would be less tragic to point the finger away.

Your haven is a slaughter-house;
I remember it before when it was pristine.
Now, I’m an intruder & potential sacrifice.

Grey-tongue. Fictitious infringement.
You are terrified & easily led
To the rime catacombs of narcissism.

Kingpin – less honorary exertion;
For love there is a binding vow
Prone to intensity that you shake off like loose powder.

I don’t mean to pray:
I would walk away if I only thought
That prosaic heart of yours wasn’t haunted.

Memoir

2003-10-18T16:02:00.000-05:00

Surface gestures mechanically derived,
Fascinating outcome of collaborating minds;
Easy anatomy if photographed.

It’s the tale that humbles the limbs to cool hypocrisy.
We look like snowflakes:
Iridescent glow & curiously shaped holes.

Direction un-foretold, yet, always leaning–
Animal inclination on the Great Highway:
I shift into drive & bravely close my eyes.

Blackout awakening – traditional stumble –
Gravitation back to my epiphany;
Once again I mold images & ponder

The reconstruction of the clay,
Take a step away & fire – now frozen
Are the affairs I lay before you…

Puzzled diagram of imminent move:
Reaction speed – deducted – here in the heartland
Dreaming up fear of what I could loose.

Appendix:
(Copious or starved, my muses stay loyal,
But I expect a seraphic death is in future order
For these words are dissenters in a mad army.)

Endangered Species

2003-10-03T11:42:00.000-05:00

I wish a lock & key
To the palace of my reverie;
Earth-bound isn’t half the qualm,
Like crippled legs treading calm water
Am I in this diseased confinement:
Unemployed – their insects invade –
Crawling through the aperture of my pivot,
Gnawing on the fetus in my womb,
Becoming the womb itself.
Blame adores no entity;
It is true, I journeyed here to
Desperate land:
Empty art from every hand:
It’s a test to choose the right sign
Buried in familiar sand –
Sojourner, I’ll fail you, if I end here!
O – these broken moons –
That seem no fatality to housed idea –
Taunt my spirit with their abstract tides
Gravitating me naturally
To bed sheets of my refuge.
Flooded in my howling is the
Echo of some reprisal –
Who is turning my tears into
Translucent flames?

Neon Elucidations

2003-09-17T12:36:00.000-05:00

Fantastic landmark-cult
Virtuoso bolt
Roaming the mind-streets
Combing the hind-beats

Seeking to materialize
The esoteric mate
Innate fate

Hero of the hysterical hour

Sacrosanct power
Late or playfully teasing:

Symmetrical hallucination
Deliverance:

Spiral child
Consigned to realign
Redefine the relish of the latest
Thyme
Sprouting like a volley vine

Rejecting gravity
Depravity cannot speak for

There is no door

Purely sore
Are the windows
These eyes are breaking

Waking the lush-plush
Sensations of existence

Splash~

2003-09-14T12:56:00.000-05:00

There are poets you dive into & poems your hand skids upon
As if it were the water beside your ski-boat,
Words of worlds parallel to your state of dreamful bliss.

Then there is I who asks of no union,
Only for my lexis to free itself of caging
Inside a heart who tends to jail all that I can seduce into my custody.

This is how the truth escapes, whether you presume,
Of no nature but the solid cries of varying winds
Chanting their religion to gods of every race I have fell in love with...

The Balconies

2002-10-29T12:51:00.000-06:00

Out on a banquet night:
Dangerous & Undisturbed:
The aftermath of atrocity,,,

[Pools of passion teeming]
Burgundy epidemic:
The way out of a wicked dream///

The evidence speaks its judgment:
Confused streets – strange residents
To Soul

[[the waste of beauty]]
faith astray

Empty echoes of distraction:
Cruel stains of childish
Fears,,,

An awakening – the end of evil:
The opening to truth:
The mortal being // means //
TRADE

& witnesses – {human
exploration in tune & willing}

The vibrations of a greater
Force – still prowling…

Us – desolate hearts:
On the threshold of a prophecy,,,

Powerless to revive
The obstinate minds

Where does the knight in
Armor shine?

In the conscience:
Embodied union – fusion of
Mankind & all that is alive:

Images.
Watching
With us – & as – the production:

From the balconies, a grasp:

Heartbreak – an attempt:
Failure & Success

Shuffle

2002-08-28T12:42:00.000-05:00

we move into open spaces
of a thought up vision
and it is as empty as we make it
and as complete as we succeed in filling

square efforts of color
line the white walls
but it doesn’t cover
as much bleakness as our sweating faces do
with tired smiles

my life passes before me
in little breaths of rushed arrangement
gratitude for what is given
behind the silent rules of freedom
intrude
my mind’s attempt of ease

we speak negligible dialogue
because we are distant in the thoughts
of people’s voices
in other states

hoping to capture
our life’s dream and all we have to secure
our apprehensions
is the warmness of our bodies
against each other

what entity of innocence
will sing us to sleep each nightin this new life?

Enlightened

2002-08-24T12:38:00.000-05:00

Outside the strait my thoughts intrude
To the left a circus & right, a muse
& to a world who might conclude
Let poesy paint my dream to you:

“I must let drop these suspended shams
That loop around like recycled noise.
I must un-learn my mouth and hands
& begin again with naked poise.
Dear brothers, sisters, dear precious ones,
The words I spoke before told lies,
The only earth I know so well
Is that tier in which my own heart hides.

“No cherry rose or lyre am I,
No perfect beauty that relieves the sky,
Human heart with auxiliary eyes,
Transient wisdom flirting with time.
These heavens I sense close by,
These apparitions inside my mind,
A cataract bleeding silently onto sight,
My only proof that I’m alive.

“O that sweet, musical breeze
That conveys to all a common song,
Comprehending the races with dreamlike ease
As it sails in and out of every lung.
The difference then lies in the span of wings,
My soul harmonizing the air,
As I am swayed to fold my limbs
In seamless grace & exalt the world with care.

“What lies beyond this pretense?
An ethereal sigh perceiving the touch
Of beauty on my flesh & whence
Came this dispersion of much
Feeling, madness if you do consider,
To converse with the unreal world as this
Brings a storm of insecurity hither
As divination seems to seldomly exist.

“Yet, a dagger I’ve adopted
In the bosom of my sense;
It twists with every lofted
Insight to magnificence—
O that I can suffer the ache of you,
You humans, & you weeping skies.
Heaven & Hell I can enlighten
In an honest tear that escapes my eye.”

The Goddess...

2002-06-28T15:39:00.000-05:00

How gently she strums the magical lyre
That plays in Heaven’s kingdom near,
How beautiful are the sounds contrived
That manifest these chords of life.

Somewhere in the sun she lies
With golden wings creating light
That all the children may laugh & sing
To the music that the earth shall bring.

Mounting the Horse of Age

2002-05-01T11:50:00.000-05:00

Airless bedroom of Thought
Can’t keep the sweat of my face
& to part with stars I’ve caught

Such sadness!

Thinning trails of footprints
Chase the masquerade—

Celebration of induction
Miles of listeners cheering on
The unprotected maid

Watch in awe the station
Where a baptism takes the place

Of tolerating sin—
Receptions to cascade the
Innovative whim

I used to use it as a net:

throw it high over skies:
to see what came falling down,

relish in my ingenious theft—

& love every new
surprise

[[[Pledge...]]]

2002-03-14T15:54:00.000-06:00

Only do I feel sane enough to tell to truth
After experiencing hell
Though the whole is but a space
That stories tend to fill;
& who am I to rationalize especially when I’m ill?
A character that harms no one but my will
To come off as I seem
This woman I’ve created
Personifying life as though it were a dream,
For mistake, mistake, I know too publicly
& privately, the breakdown,
But still can battle & can be
An insight in these wrestling graves
For clearly all the rest is saved
For healing of myself & you,
The world & but a coming refuge

I Am Authority

2002-02-26T12:54:00.000-06:00

The wind breaches its wings for me
& leaves of thought raise subtly

My life is written by divorcing thoughts innate
From the soil—a stem that only knows to grow
My mind elates!

I bump into the world with annexes in trial
Like scalloped shells that fan their ornamental smiles

Caged birds squawk
Beady eyes envying the feathers
Prisoners of rationale
Watching Freedom do the honours

Flower Child

2002-02-24T12:46:00.000-06:00

The silent poet speaks
Into the soul’s retreat
Proposing

Dances of the flesh
To the stars’ request
Of breathing

O how this fragile frame
Orchestrates her arcane
Exploration

Into stances that remain
Mysterious past the wane
Of wonder

Positions to unfold
The secret the mind holds
Eternal

Never shaded by a time
Ceaseless love in rhyme
With being

This Meditation

2002-01-23T12:58:00.000-06:00

For the beautiful suns
Crowning my sleep
& keeping secret another world’s peace;

For the beautiful thoughts
Of my ancestors & you
Who dream outside my pane of view;

For the unreal perception
Granted in a wake of being & love,
A passion liberally selecting trust:

This meditation is permanent!

Muse

2001-06-08T12:54:00.000-05:00

…& quite like a glacial gleam
mesmerizing fantasy
The morning breath of evergreen
Still wakes me in the need;
No less than an angelic touch
descending down upon my hand
Not without your sinuous rush
of dewdrops smudging
my visual glands
Could I tear the seams of clay creation
& give it gales of memory
To seek its own place of birth
& inform to me the imagery
Not without your keyhole view
Passed down to me intuitively
Could words adopt a sudden cue
To invent a new identity
Behind the murmur of life’s parade
Is the muteness of a cabaret
In union with my emotion’s lore
The euphoric spark of another’s chord

Elsewhere

2001-04-27T12:33:00.000-05:00

left the courtyard of the king
& invented the day before me.
In this city of disarray
My mind has mended smoothly
All the shreds of broken light
To reconstruct a better view
That I can see the fiction
Crawling on the walls of truth
I made a path & then made more
Subversive to the land
I called for rainfall’s gentle tears
To harvest my untested hand
That I may form my thoughts to clay
Expose the eye inside my skin
& enter here with all of you
Who’ve left your palace to begin
All that isn’t & what should be
Because a feeling in the air
Because of boredom in the barracks
Because of plans we need to share

Untouchable Breath

2001-02-06T12:59:00.000-06:00

Untouchable breath so hallowed sunk
Into indefinite pouches, my spirit’s trunk
Withered in lifetime baring ends
To destinations that light could not lend
Knowledge of

Far off inside another heart’s cave
Is a man of age feasting on the concave
Bow of a shaman’s cane raised
With jingles lost in prophecy, praised
For wisdom

How do acumens: Spirit’s House:
Constitute the skin that I propose in doubt?
How do my ravens fly with cherub’s arc
Sustaining the fervent gate I now embark
Upon in dark?

I lose my way in the perpetual path:
Stairway to creation: in transitional baths
Of water colored fantasies pouring out velvet oil
Between the earth and sky, I rest on unseen soil
Still amused

Still laughing in a champagne boast
Drunk on immortality, proposing toasts
To all the givers of this confounded quest
Expose your weaponry, your celestial nests
I drink to You

Here’s to You for keeping mystery alive
For letting death be a veil for our human eyes
Here’s to the quiet calls of nature’s voice
And you embodied in their sweet rejoice
I drink to You

Here’s to You for keeping so still
A softness found in colour & silent until
It births the gift of music & summons ancient dance
& still with all this insight I sit on steps entranced
Still learning…

What Magic Must

2000-03-21T13:02:00.000-06:00

what Magic must dwell inside us all
we have accrued cabarets of insight

sharpness of acrylic fires
that can’t be fought into ashy sleep

we project an artifice of facts
Heat the Great Wall w/gifts of colour
& movement

Raze stone temples w/ eyesight

Flinging dancing flames
On out-of-fashioned engineering

Giving symbolism Mortality
For Ideas do not cease, just bodies
Just flesh will smolder

Scorching the infantile Hands
of Beauty when it confronted
films of this nature

what Magic must dwell inside us all

Promises

2000-03-03T12:56:00.000-06:00

A sullen whimper,
No whisper,
That drips down my neck
Forever stained:
Fleshed colored dye:
Invisible to everyone
But me

Cold and once more broken
Are your promises
That I have heard
Before

A Stab

2000-02-22T11:33:00.000-06:00

O generation of mourning
Reminiscing broadened skies,
Whose horizons dreamed without
A lid that closed their eyes:

Stale time is this sleep
That decelerates our speed
But rotation still abides
Despite the mind’s decree

Revolution speaks of chance
To awaken Elucidation
& silence is as practical a means
as all this Desecration!