Abyss 1

Two warriors escape their terrors on a mountainside view

Living stranger lives; from their pasts' long overdue

Smelling finest air and feeling mountain's crunch

Up here; far away; they can forget about so much

Is it love between the two? or love of the escape?

The healing leads toward a human intersecting drape

And no question remains; they are one and the same

The love and escape; a real living plain

One which to lie on; and grow old and fat.

Children of God. 

He leaves us with a pat.

Hunted

Blood stained faces after a fresh kill

What lies behind their heart-thumping thrill?

Masters of lies and disguise

They prey on the weak and kill sometimes

But when you are weak; you are strong

So beware predators; you are so wrong

The prey will change form, in spiritual ways that's in no way norm

Good always wins; even if a salmon has to grow shark's fins and a horn.

Abyss 2

Like any good or bad thing this will not last

I've learned to appreciate the euphoria or terrors of my past

A mysterious space we seldom enter

Exit changed as if we were seein' a mentor

It's a dark hole sometimes; best forgotten

Clinging to the Son; the only Begotten

But a blissful son kissed place often too

Explainable as the dark hole to me and to you

So I move through but never not respect or notice; the abysses, moving towards tomorrow's kisses

Waves

All kinds for all minds

White caps; tsunami's and killer tubes

Pounding rhythm and song with a salty taste

I see the sun shine and life ain't no waste!

So ride on comrades, friends, lovers and foes

I'll meet you at the next heat for some competition woes

And on and on it goes

Waves of life; ride on bros!

Explode

I fall apart somewhere between here and there; right and wrong.

Wish I were a canary; I'd put it into song.

A song no normal soul could hear.

Would that dissipate my fear?

Putting back the puzzle that's me is a crazy mad hatter's panic frenzy.

Every time before I make it out alive; sometimes with a heap of other's envy.

I don't enjoy the empath sense.

I pick up too much; it's not common sense.

So a collage not a puzzle I become

a work of art

 

There is only one.

Retro

I don't fit in with the rich and haughty.

Ha! ha! I'm far too naughty-

Accused and tried  in courts of law

By those who feel above it all

Come on! Lie down in my trench.

Your tears will cause you to drench.

A life you snide.

Pride for pride.

I put you aside.

Voice

How can you melt me with your voice?

Or force me shaking behind my shield?

Funny we are given such a powerful instrument in our playing field.

More powerful than the sword or gun.

Those wounds are fatal or heal quickly in one.

Words and their decibel do petrify; they make people jump off buildings, crucify.

They are brought to their knees in a graveyard of the dead.

I don't know if they will ever be 100% of anything in their head.

I know they are not alone; even though they are torn.

So many soldiers bear arms.

These warriors are silent, yet march on.

I see you; I hear you; I am wiping your tears.

Fly away sweet child, this is the sum of all fears.

For you are made for more.

Lose the madness, lick your wounds, be sore.

Begin again, morphed; a sculpture of ice.

A diamond from coal.

Remember your soul.

Nothing

You monster! You thief! You muse! You Chief!

To love and hate something as one is splitting and never forgetting and always forgiving.

You are a space; a realm that rests my soul.

I used to cry over you; now you can make me whole.

So among the chimes and rhymes and chatter of life.

I escape to a corner that seems to have no light.

In that darkness I close my eyes and look within to realize.

Realize.

Sound

How melancholy or high octave that forced breath lingering can be.

Brings excitement or tears, sounds favorite form is song: as art!

When she tunes up; the racehorses snort.

What a siren; a tease so at ease.

Gentlemen are a joke and at her fingertips: please

Making love to the mic is her passion as artist.

So sound likes song; and song likes rain. Some people complain…but sound as song will always ring and reign.

Talk

We spoke in hushed tones of skin on skin.

A silent convo; unfinished lyric.

I think it's waiting somewhere in the black hole of the sky.

I predict it will stay there; musically.

I see it should.

I reach for the stars; but that black hold will swallow you.

Whole.

Borderland

Shady and glittered up unexplainable place.

Where the wild things are.

Scrape and scrounge and wildly flail.

Handcuffed; imprisoned or treating ails.

I can't count my transient encounters.

Touched my Heaven or Hell in each telling hour.

I hope I never have to scour.

Live

Please live! Don't part my fragile beauty.

A luminous thing can only be seen as an inhuman form as the moon; and you shine…you shine.

Stay. Why? I just bought you…to be sold and shipped away.

But I will love the way that one thing flicks every time I remember.

Remember doesn't go away…does it?

Desert

The desert calls to me by the swirling dust in the night.

Only at night in a dream do I step and leave my print.

I tantalize cactus; wear the bare bones mask and sing toward the stars.

I trace ripples with fingertips.

I love the arid.

I love the heredity.

I love that land.

Painted rocks are my backdrop; the desert my stage; and I am the star.

Wonder

I wonder if me and Nirvana could sit by the ocean one day?

I wonder if I could sing like a canary?

I wonder if my black eyes tell stories or lies?

I wonder if a touch can turn time; or melt a snowy plain?

I wonder if a kiss could take forever…?

If you would ever take a break?

Curve

Righteous slide; skin so soft horizon; the art of the earth.

Sliding along I see with new eyes; childlike laughter expels from my lungs; I look up; always look up.

My mouth curves as I ponder curves and we think alike.

 For a second.

Me and I Am. I'm proud to be made of them; to be among them; to see them for what they are…

to me.

White

Glaring back at me. Stark, naked and blank.

Wanting my scribbles, expressing my loves.

I will press and my tip will dance.

Will you take my hand?

Wings

Now you see them; now you don't

Crucified; I fuckin' died times tri

Back with a  glow and a whole new flow

But ol' gal dead

no service or papers

She follows invisible wings through walls now and everyone looks at her with wide eyes.

Femme

Flash, strut, bend back

Draw luster in haughty stares - eradicating wet Parisian eloquently lit streets

Take, give, push, pull

Find, have…brim; shine

on

Shine on

Bare Bones

It is only away from the media; as you witness this on the media that I find joy in the sunlight like a prisoner.

Squirrels remind me to play; sometime.  I tread the damp, glistening, black, coal road breathing foreign crisp air; my favorite weather.

Today; lessons; lifetimes; sorrows; spring's, my foot is caught.

I howl for home.

Short Stop

Means nada: madness

Where to jump off here; the rabbit hole; the blown out brains; my flesh carvings or burns.

Question mark

My space cases cover; damask stripes or old world weavers?

Something for the mutherfuckin ghetto and the White House

Jimmy-yang to single nun

How can I see through the fog; how can anyone make out the future?

Clip clop along; tick tock by song.

Sax

Notes in shape not form rise and so do I

Involuntary flush becomes me

Want

Excel with me. Urge solid; tangible - become

a dance…a trance, followed by a sweet tooth candy dream.

Among the Cedars

I wanted to sing about it all…

The soaring heights; the natural crevices, the harsh touch.

Overpowered; surrounded; surrendered to pure strength.

I stood enlightened.

Lupita

Moonlight; purple amethyst skies and her.

Swanlike movements glide; caressing the white sand.

Bubbly salt water soaks her; she wants more.

Alerted; whips around: eyes; but more…some deep recesses of altered consciousness and magnification of magnetism.

Don't move; stare.

It's better.

I'll leave first.

I'll linger always.

I won't forget.

Keeping glances…a real collector am I.

Streetz

Beckon my soles; mark my discounting entrance.

House my lights; grass prairie path.

Capturing you feeds my grit; exploring you sharpens my wit.

I am grateful for your slick ways - side ways and bi ways.

Fishing

Bait held; time trips and ticks.

Otherworldly occupies thee.

Shoulder shrug the masses' expectations.

Great? North winds, yeah. Blow back the energy as roots from my stock before a diamond bling.

Remain as is…my own.

Cult

Fastened to a holster. I am willing; captive - heart pumping the answer yes. My own will. Hurts though. 

Wrists wrung; stung.

Tromping through art sets of Fall leaves finding spirit guides keeps me alive.

Like sands of the hourglass this will run and leave me…

Wild

Blown, rain drenched; clenched fists; tousled hair.

Barefoot: one with dripping soil

A ray finds me; I remember a soft scent, a flinting eye, a white smile

I miss…absolutely.

White Leaf

Dust clothed array; dance wit me

Your source lie in my back

Your purity; consume my conscious so that I may swing in rhythm sister wind

When you fall; I wish I would catch you

If I fail return to the place we all come from and by all means; grow a great white leaf again

I'll look forward to another dance; another chance.

Wonderland

Fairy dust settles high on my cheekbones

The brightest star's evanescence lures magic; pulls from a form unseen

Whispers spark in my sight from a nearby fire

They lead me

Into madness

Price

The price is a secret great for this fate.

The cut runs deep like a canyon; invisible to all but the rain;

The rain can see; maybe that's why be

A never can; that I see

Any other way is too costly by me

So forever I see

Without you and me

It's okay by me

Has to be…

Birdlike

Perched, euphoric observatory at sea.

Light glimmers on peace's eye.

I preen; ease unravels me as berries drop from a breeze toward my open, eager mouth.

I am satisfied.

Burn

Ashes are demise that blows by the wind into circular shows remarking snow flurries on the finest Christmas morning.

How see as coal?

Can you not paint with them?

Is there not power in their bite?

Therefore; I would say…burns turn to ash, turning to the seeing eye's dissection of curiosity's possibilities.

Carry

Torch in my palm; I trace my minds' maps to an exchange.

Blackness and blankness; my trance now.

Dreams do filter the torch; always…as a tool; warning; sign; symbol…

Smack the source! Shake til' not.

End.

Compensations

To turn your neck; to see the world in a vivacious myth's lens.

To dance; to freeze and make love to the velvet covers.

To fly; to be driven as a nail; grounded on all fours as creatures be; learning innocence lost.

To procreate; to not; to love alone; unbreakable and forever bonded to memories that solely remain.

To stay awake; to drift away any hour; into a land like Nod; where you be until you can freely see.

Strike

Stun with dancing fans eloquent longing.

Give that sting; sear into the seeing flesh via the seeing palm.

Shaken; not stirred.

Leave; darkness protrudes and overtakes a schedule in their soil.

A plot where we were once a seed; belonging to a rose. It was snow white; but it's thorns outgrew it's bloom.

Array

Plumage in eyes that seek food.

Stalked and altered. Thrown down; beauty's bite!

This starburst home where palms do see; sooo envelopes thee.

To lose your soul in these violent delights produces you as ashes true.

Face those faces again? Skin unveils armor which no thing can pierce again.

No beauty; no eye; no touch; no torch; no soul; and above all…no love.

Burn

Ouch! That is not my line…

Grand canyons in flesh marking what evers of what haves are left ooze melancholy.

What spirit does not bury, but carve?

In between worlds we all surpass: exist, for now.

If ever seeming now; light years and imagination creates Van Gogh's and blockbuster sagas that leave belches of laughter emanating from a drooling open mouth.

To wait frozen: unadmired.

To crawl: applause! applause!

To live: respect.

To love: love…

Wind Talker

Blows into eardrum and drums seances I do not understand.

The spirit of the air dancer raps in tongues. Some freckle understands. Some quarter of my iris understands and I perceive it all. Mysteries as fountains of knowledge that I stumble on and across Mohave deserts and Appalachian mountains…alone, so it seems.

Always hitting my feet on rocks and bitching about the fire. But that wind; it will always be there; has always been there. Whispers to me all along the way.  The most patient everlasting flow - that really fucks up my outfit sometimes!

I love it more weaving through my hair.

Water

I get it; you look at something…you think it's dead; dried up; brown; rotten.

All it needs is a chance;

water.

Water come to us in lots of forms; dreams; "the" song; writing; painting; maybe getting your hands really dirty.

The moral is I suppose as day will turn into night is to give it a chance. Sometimes all anything needs is a second chance.

Looking forward to Spring.

Feathers

Weapons bringing height and agility's dance to those that are proud to lightly bestow them.

Power radiates from a gentle, fragile; erotic systematic touch.

Meaning resides; disintegrating your sight to be color, kind and belonging to either the visible or invisible.

I seek mine; call to them to gather and sew back the caught up spider web; once an intricate tapestry; turned catastrophe.

Beat in thundering rhythms against the wind and rise.

Birds of a feather; we do flock together.

Fall

The savory smells of the Fall.  I have found favor here. Ahh, favor; living among constellations and breathing exhilaration that quickens my pulse blows back my hair and heightens my senses.

Intriquing find I crunching the fallen leaves remembering and being a happy child again.

Longing for the crisp Kool-Aid rain to drip along my flesh until I've been showered by favors grace.

The light in the moody clouds is art - a fine ceiling for a becoming even finer world.

If only for a season.

Whole

Ferociously roaring through the snow soaked cedars, hunting for that which feeds.

I find a mirror. Reflections pierce my soul as a  crystal with many facets.

Mending the broken mirror takes the hands of no ordinary watch; but the Father - time.

See all; hear all; feel all.

All is; and never cannot be negated.

Doll parts.

Experiencing light on my hand for the first time I can never regret. I can never forget.

All networks of living come undone. Seam.

or seem…?

Love As A Siren

Bling; flash; spin

Me

Wake me

Startle me straight

Frighten me; freight train breaking all the laws

Most of all - rescue me

Hunting Dreams

Arrows aim; uprise, below. Power that be - harmonize my fly.

Hit targets where question marks produce themselves before you like a polar high.

Let you spin. Roundabouts as courtships and efforts; opportunities pay in coins as smiles.

Surprises; bonus rounds. Jackpot. Bet on it.

Storm Rider

Midnight; storm drenched deafening clouds cluster; hovering above my head.

They carry not rain; but tears and lightening as thoughts that strike down mighty trees consuming them with the my very essence and element: Fire. Fire that kills; maims; hurts…you.

Forests are destroyed.

Volunteers come after; plant new growth and over time a new forest rises.

Wicked Rain

Droplets in varied forms of seeming nourishment turn to acid in the sun.

Falling distances seeking delight in rich soil for hopes harvest?

Strikingly morph into icicles and stab the tender, willing surface.

Melts and turns nourishment into poisonous despair.

and…pity simply grows.

A Jewel

She who is defeated wins. Head held high above the fog.

Defeat? Let them see shadow in my light.

An illustrious pearl lingers among her life's membrane; cradled; beautiful; a treasure before men.

Yet, accused; a criminal; a devastation; a ruin.

Can you see?

Look; pick one; decide.

I did.

A Summary; A Happening

It can be summed up as: so…the lion fell in love with the lamb. All my wrong's became rights & I broke all my rules.

Seeing

Formidable objectivities; appearances' delight; radiant sparkle; allure's galore.

Predict a cultivation of a stream navigating a canyon toward a spirit's storm where lightening strikes and you: suddenly: see - a coal as diamonds be.

Goal of immortality.

Acrobats, Aren't We All -

Performances; flipping; bending; arching. Rainbows divided into one blazing 4 alarm fire as art.

Mundaneness, extravagances, a penny a mil.

All is fair? Love and war?

Hobo vs. Celebrity. Stars seen in and as dust. Dust seen in and as stars.

We must!

Breaking for the rules? Conformists? Contortionists?

Oneness.

United in this fire as art life we live; not strangers.

Look; see; become; likeness; as is; we are;

One.

Sun Shining on Snow

Heat vs. freeze; irony persists in nature; a mirror reflecting literally should be native lessons to the land of our souls.

Existence; timelessness and behavior less and becoming the inevitable; alleged future nothing is knowing simplicity not and complexity is; being in and as the same.

Seeing with vision uncompromising; tried and true from both sides now equates wisdom as a genius like gift given to few and leading the sheep to still water; please take a sip. Quench your thirst and recognize for likely the second time that there is no something; there is no nothing.

Knowledge? Ask yo-self.

Smelling Honesty

Distinct, custom and personal brands of our personal affirmations confirm truth.

Draws you as undertow currents toward and to not always bluebirds of happiness' melodies; but by chance that of often and necessary honey's rawness.

Honey in that it's bittersweet. Sweet in taste and bitter is it's source: that which stings.

Sometimes, you can't see.

Vision quests do beckon; assurance resides and sometimes brutal assaulting truths chime; soar and roar ascensions of freedom that bring you home.

Home: where salty wounds take the hands of time into their own and dance the salsa til' the end of time.

Endings navigate in circles and reveal new growth; which in turn blossom into your sensual affirmations that smell honesty.

Honesty is the root of the mustard seed tree name called Honor.

Writing By Night

Exclamations startle wakened states…

Revelations of remember me's and when's liquify - flooding between realms of dreams and reality.

Release becomes your alarm.

Time - no matter.

Urgent is need.

Forget; by moonlight - neva!

Stars whisper in sleep's ears what days' forget.

Love lists long in these deprived times where creativity and crazy combine and sometimes dreams really start coming true.

Vicious Cycles

Gnawing cyclones magnify destruction that minds cultivate escaping detection.

To see, stop and reverse? A diamond, obvious on a beach of sand.

The ocean that retains no memory pounds this path where we walk alone.

Trembling hands become artisan architects' to signal rescue vessels.

My finest palace sings; high octavian notes of acapela grandeur that blast the skies and; docking upon the shore I am not blinded; but see by light that there are not one but two bare foot prints imprinted among those sandy shores; trodding placidly, gracefully on soft priceless solely diamond filled sanded beaches.

That ocean's undertow has swiftly cushioned me back to my vessel. I am basking in the sun and tossing metaphorical millions in my palms toward Heaven to be showered with and catch on my tongue of fire  snowflakes: children's delight.

Somewhere Between Now & Never

Eclipse foreshadows triumph and tragedy.

Leaves linger; fall; dance in the forests with your daily comings and goings.

Unaware connections flow; circuits of trees and  brawny mountains with; through and for you.

Think a day is not a monument?

One flick of a pen; a push of a button: Vital.

Laws engraved in stones of every particle of all, everyday LIFE.

LIFE  belongs to mundaneness; and within the melancholy orchestrating of 9-5's motions are written untold tales spoken in hushed tones in unseen worlds that make every breath matter; every blink; word; gesture is a play. A beautiful and for granted taken by us; given performance to please the Source at which we do:

Why?

Flight of the Common

Endless sights set on tempest structures.

I land on nests of straw glistening off shoots of The New Jerusalem's gold.

Sprays of paradise's treasure soak into the blood, sweat and tears' efforts as dreams of a seagull morph into great Eagle medicine.

The simplest glide; kids' kites…euphoric highs; break through records…and common is for granted - taken and not seen.

The color of a blossom it comes down to. The smile of  a lover it strives for.

Ups and downs. Life is extremities.

Blatant attention is due.

Now.

Can Stallions Be Broken?

Unbreakable spirit soaring, life pounding, breath taking, blood spilling, pungent crushing forces of those thieves in the moon bathed nights tricking our shadows of innocence into caves of spite less and sojourn delights.

Decadent melodies like the sweetest songs' notes' filter through our bodies and leave their marks.

Cum to stay? These violent upheavals scream forget me nots and flee.

We stare at the hoof prints left on the pounded fields of our selves and remember; with a wink and a mona lisa smile.

Living By The Sword

We; cut by the blade; icy, blood stained tears trail through landscapes of where forgiveness belongs.

Stitched up by the tapestry of the sun; a clock keeps time of light that signals us on.

Retaliation sirens call from dark alley corners.

Left or right? Up or down?

Heart songs play - listen with ears as your pores that make up your being.

Soul - justify that death. Turn and turn in the dance of the hurricane to form that tangible, majestic truth.

Sheilds of glaring light reflect blades; ceaselessly, effortlessly and always, always, always without a single scratch.

Romance as Mist

As the scars stare back at my knees as a child I remember him; always before me and infinitely past.

This listing perfume; love as is; caresses me without any reality as touch or see.

It rises through my creative juices that flow as my blood through my heart that loves.

It rises; this has been; un had romance and all the unknown glory and lists and dreams as unreachable, and to remain this scar or stain or beautiful work of art as is and forever producing like mist from water:

me.

This life I have; the source that is. My reality; as formed.

I am quenched;

not as I thought.

Hope in Distant Stars

I am alone without enough soap.

Still waters escape through lifting fog.

Prick hate for loving you and beat hate down.

The thorn birds rest upon my crown.

Dust and ash; my origin; my being reflects.

The source I'm reaching toward.

Illumination find me.

Moon in the haunted forest; be my guide.

Navigating by stars back in time toward home. Where the heart is.

Found and lying among my luxe treasure…once again.

Floating. No flying comet like flinging and fire dancing destiny.

Blood Oath

Can you see my tears Father?

My heart is warm.

The last moment; all is PAST.

The keys to my future reside in moments guised as rare diamonds that I reluctantly, yet patiently wait and live for.

My hope is You, an everlasting seed permanently planted in my heart. It always, always, always and never fails to bloom. You never fail.

I remain a witness volunteer:

Forever. Gratefully. Yours.

Heart Song

Trumpet notes glide upon eagle's feathers' listening wings.

Warm mirrors embrace peace's rays.

Flickers remember.

Cells exchange a note of unsung hearts' ocean's of unspoken secrets.

Key - fall from Heaven.

All The Pretty Horses

Thunderous hoofbeatz…ground shattering strength moves Mother Earth and all that glitters and is not gold.

Moves bodies, wills and hearts to even sell their skin to possess the treasures; beauty, allure and sirens that sing their name.

The supremacy owned and so soon forgotten are but glimpses in the echo of time.

Worthwhile? The herds of wild horses, indeed!

The power of consumerism; fleeting; though if moments and fractions of life's satisfaction count; not without it's weight in mirrored reflections :)

Reckless Abandon

Jump! Into the peripheral arms of wonder creation.

Orgin is discovered and mysterious pathways forged as oceans' springs into lightness of the stars: shine.

Glimmers requesting destiny.

Let go: soar on wings on wind toward self.

Meaning; definition; ideas of you.

Just be; continued child.

Just become.

Broken Warrior

Arrows graze; your makeup oozes like a sorrowful lava into an unknown sea of forgotten time.

Marching on; transport crackling; burrs burrow.

Escape mirages reflection on your horizon.

Heart; pumps bravery with beatz you recall dances to with a smile.

A hawk's cry forces your windows up; gazing at a legend of your make-believe.

Childhood innocence longs to regain power of your vessel to cruise with more joy than that thy felt thy possessed.

You cradle what damage remains. Trusting in the fire that lights the sky and makes grown men tremble.

Rain will fall; you will grow; you will blossom.