Confusing Perspective

Seeing things through
Convoluted eyes

Each day the universe sees
Itself through a

Myriad of eyes
Flashing colors of perspective
Woven together in unification
Of cosmic consciousness

The breath of God is cleaved

By my body's resistence
The wind's strength is thus divided
Yet it blows into down the street
There are coalences
Reweaving of force and
Substance
There is purpose in this

God and I co-conspire
To bathe the woman
I love in a gentle afternoon
Breeze
We were the force that made
Wind chimes sing
For her Brazilian
Sun tan

And Life Breaks Apart

Why stick a rose in dry ice
I care about this brand of narcissism
I have seen a rose shatter into
The no more
I know beauty ceases to exist
I'm not capable of this
Yet my heart is under attack

I used to be one of the callous
I had an analytical mind
I had other reasons
Long ago reasons
But there came a time
When a rose was rooted in my
Heart's fodder

There in the impossibility
I exist
Beauty will always have prey

To the quizzical
Love shatters
It dissolves even in the cushion

Why begin
Why exist in the red passion

She Fills Out My Heart

I am at the last dregs
I am close to the last moment
And there is radiant lush
In my heart
Subtle and fragrant
Melds of overlap
In my sweep into
The twilight

Just as I find
The fiber of the dream
It was pulled back
Before I could grab hold
I am sure love has
Been lost to capriciousness
Before
But my heart is burnt

The harmony felt so
Right
I would have done anything
I would have swam the
Rings of the moon
But no is my destiny
Death is my destiny
What remains is crumbling

I'm Down Stage Of You

You are the serpent in the shadows
I give you definition
You are Eve the temptress
Reaching up to kiss the flower petal
I can see you through the camouflage
Your splitting tongue and slit eyes

Are the heat register
That misses my fridged heart

I live in the shadows
Of existence
I am drawn to your look of
Purpose
I am use to living in anonymity
I am startled by your turn
You quickly penetrate
My neck

I thought I had the stealth
I was the well oiled machine
Against the back drop
You watch me in the final moments
I was the predator fallen prey
Funny how that comes about

I begin the convulse
In the end you watch
The dance

Sinking In The Sand

The world can eat us if we let it
We can struggle against
The quick sand of existence
We can become athletes
Of assiduousness
Yet our bones will
Be entombed all
In the granules of existence

The struggle is about
The transition of the moment
Life in the morph
Love blossoms in now
What matters
Doesn't matter if your
Not in the now
Love matters when your here

It matters in the moment
It never matters more
My life
Pays tribute to this
Yes my bones
Just like yours

Will lay beneath the sand
But I was what walked

Fire's Shadow In My Heart

The shadow of the smoke is on
The distraction of the horizon
It is permeating
With anxiety in the moment
I came here for the lily pads
But I am uneasy in my heart
The burn is over shadowing

The waft of smoke is in the air
It's in my lungs
I can feel the burn in my eyes
The aesthetic is lost
In one of those necessary shifts
Into reality
I realize yet again my fragility

There is grudging acquiescence

No pleasure in the burn
I need to file the aesthetic
Into another time
I need to recognise
The patience
Into a better time

Bare Breasted

Leading into the gloom
Alone in the isolation

Moisture in the air
No need for conventions
Free flowing

Prudence without
No need for a look
I can already see
Personification
Your naked back
Is the
Overwhelm

I Want To Sleep In Your Arms

I want the comfort of your wrap
I need the succulence of your blossom
To breathe the turquoise
Backdrop of ethereal mist
Is to sink into the surreal haze
In these arms I know
Spirituality

When I worship at your alter
There is disparity
Your warmth and sweet fruit
Bleed luscious nectar
Into the parch of throat
There is effervesce
There is the taste God on your lips

My mind and heart
Are spinning
You remixed the
The pulp of my bones
Into wispy clouds of
Meringue pillows that
Float in the turquoise sky

Dead In The Trough

What's up
Way weird
Thousands of birds

Falling from the sky
Tens of thousands of
Fish wash ashore
Armageddon sunrise

Officials say they will
Investigate
Everybody waits
For no word
We are lost in our
Myopia
Better forget

I don't know
I care I will
Remember
We are lost in the
Going on
I want to know
If we are coming to the end

Adrift In The Sea

I am adrift in the ocean
Of you
I'm getting use to the
Ebbs and flows
The hurricane in your hair

Yes the fear of
Davy Jones Locker
Scares me as I ski
The slope of your shoulder

But to lie next to you
On this sandbar
In the lazy afternoon sun

In our moment
Proves that the universe
And our love
Are now conspirators
In the is of existence

I close my eyes
I am consumed by
The nape of your neck
Dare I kiss you
Become lost in the
Passion
Or do I in my mind's eye
Slide down your nape

Transition

The flower of you is a kaleidoscope
I place my hand on your breast

An interlude
My mind rages in a blood rush
Behind my eyes across my skull
Down it flows
Building to release

I know the rush to pleasure
Inside of you
The act is physical
The spray
Lives or dies
If it lives we replicate
If it dies we merely copulate

I know the joy of progeny
Also the pleasure narcissism
My children will tell you
That I was a bad father
My X-wife wiping her brow
I was a narcissist
And I live with the pain of that

Red Of My Blood

The world seems grey to me
As I struggle through this
Colorless field
But you point to the red flowers
You say see the sea
But I know the charcoal
Malaise bathed with
Droplets of my blood

I can feel the copious
Dripping veins spilling
Paint all over existence
I am only too glad
To give back
What I suckled on
I know the alive

Need it more than I do

There is a stumble
In my life

I'm screwing into this
Very field

I hope my blood nurtures
The aesthetic
Of some other's life
Love

Fire In The Hole

Angelic beauty dappled with honey
Enmeshed copiously with pastels
Dribble down the front of me
Maybe I'm dissolving

From the
Candle wax
Of desire

There are worlds and continents

That are pulling my legs and arms
I'm ripping at the faulting
My heart is in rumble of pain
All for the want of
A blend of opiates
Pastels and a kiss of honey

Your eyes are distant
Your lips are not parted
I need you to look at me
I need your mouth to open
In a rhapsodic breath
I need you to
Breathe the wind into my soul

Catatonic

I am dissolving
My mind is becoming
Separate from my body
The constraints that bound me
Only tie to what was my existence
To what is my existence
My physical is listless
My mental is in never more

I hear the cats scream
The howl is against

The
Back drop of my mind
I am focused on the exuberance
I feel primitive
I am lost in the bounce
My claws ache

I know the struggle as madness
I have lost connection
I am adrift in the violence
I am waiting for the violence
In your gestalt
To equal mine
I have achieved intensity
It's your turn

Mehndi

He must find his initials
In her design
He's lost for the longest time
Ritual symbolism
Before he can drink the juice
Of the fruit
He must find her design

Can you imagine not looking
Being lost
Living in a stream of quagmire
Impatience
Sweat spreads to his brow
But joy
Brakes for unbridled enthusiasm

Happiness ripples through my body
I'm not alone
We begin the dance of ecstasy
Effervescence
Ethereal into the leap of
Transcendence
Into the harmony of the sunset

Under Reaching Arch

In your toe shoes
You move with grace
My little ballerina
My mind is spinning
I am transported
To the world of
Serene beauty

You are part
Of a living painting
Your movement
Scores into the
Ethereal bubble
While I'm with you

God and I are one

I know the float
I know the buoyancy
In moment
I know the transcendence
The other worldliness
My little ballerenia
We have the same heart

Don't Go Away

When things come undone
Look a little closer
Care about truth
Everything degenerates
Not here any more
There is

Indelible residue
Always

There is stain
There is memory
If not yours mine
You are tattooed

Over my heart
You are the pain
That colors
My nightmares

I can live without
I will survive
But don't think
You have
Diminished me
I have

Your residue
I have your savour

Daisies Without

There is gentle sadness in the droop
There is a sleep reconstitution
I feel the desire for fruition
Hanging in quiescent nocturne

The flowers in my heart are biding
There is a soft anxiety in their rhythm
There is so much existence in the waiting

The sun is on the horizon
The chlorophyll feels it
There is rustling excitement
A rush to fulfilled hunger
The photosynthesis receptors

Are deploying
The system is powering to life

I'm grinding my teeth
In the orgasm of the waiting fruition
The draw bridge is lifting
As the flower unfolds into rectitude
I can feel the bees, birds, and butterflies
Awaken for their desire
There is such a symphonic industry

I Have To Fight For Her

I am an old warrior
Who has known the stain of battle
I have been defeated before
I can feel the decrepitude
In my sword play
I have to remember
The diminished muscle arch

I was comfortable
In my recluse
In my last desire I was pitched
Into the threat of oblivion
It was almost instantaneous
I pick up the old sword
My mind wonders to my death

I feel the the weight of the stagnate
I know the inevitabilities
I feel the adrenaline muscling
My sword
I remember the salutes of old
I think of my heart's desire
At same time as I spill my blood

There Are Golden Leaves In the Sea

It was the hum drum in the heat
I heard a rattle
I felt a race to consciousness
Every thing became vivid
And divine
I felt alive in the moment
Of fear's reflex

I started to war
Then I realized the silver
Was in consumption
I saw a tail exiting its mouth
Then there was the residue
Of the rush to life
I felt the visceral
My nostrils breathed my heart

There was a morph
Into the rustle of the moment
I lived in the magnification
Of the existence
My heart was still in palpitation
The plants the canyon walls
Lived in the iridescence
I was alive in the sea

I Know

I live in the consequence
The burnt rustic of existence
I am at home in the shrubs
Of the seasons of transition
I almost don't have time
For the you of now
I don't want the isolation of
Again

The fall promises a winter
Of no more
Do I have to look into cleavage
Of endless love
Again and again
Stop the Ferris wheel
I'm done with the go around
No more
Again

Please how do I stop it
Is it simply a question
Of getting it right
Please I have no concept
I can't do this again
The Farris wheel of love
Is spinning me into insanity
Again

Achievement

Skating on the wind
They say this is evolution
I say this is God's love soring
Just as the universe was painted
With the sun and clouds
Of diffuse textures
So does the sun bleed

Through the order of the wings

I don't know the time
In a moment or a thousand years
It hardly matters
I do know the ticking illusion
Is for and about us
Yet I have closed my eyes
And I have surged through it
I have melded to the harmony

It only matters that
I can see through consciousness
I can breathe it into my lungs
I can see the ground
I can feel the wind
I can feel the adjustment
Of the tail feathers
Through the breeze of time

A Flower For A Kiss

You've captured the sunlight
With the cheek of your smile
That warmth has also sutured
The idea of us into my heart
I can feel the pull into

The heavens
I can feel your pulse
Against my chest

I am lost in the whirl wind
Of our embrace
Real or not
I am on fire with it
I am the moth circling

The candle flame
Of existence or oblivion
You are evocative ecstasy

I am in the flight
The Phoenix burning
You are my resurrection

I am filled passion
I know the romantic
Is just the beginning
Yet there is peach
Against the green fuse

Looking Down

The flap of the color laden wings
The breadth and depth of the span
Are for the eyes above
Designed for a universe of effervesce
It's almost as life flowed
Into the cosmic synthesis
It surges into divine aesthetic

The watching flow
Metamorphoses into the eyes
Which provide
Yet another perspective
Into the gestalt of consciousness
Which causes my heart
To sail into love

In the destiny of what is
There is also a loving breath
On the wind

That fills my lungs
With transcendence
The exhale propels me
Into the nexus

Music Of The Tear

The melody sweet and haunting
It gently wells into a tear
When it falls
There is a splatter of sadness
It drips out losses
Passion flows from an unhinged heart
There is a sense of longing

For that which is no more

I remember a deluge of tears
Such horrible pain
Something bad like that

Never leaves the heart
I can hear the violins
Tracing a well of tragedy
I can remember
A sea unimaginable anxiety

The blow didn't gust to absence
I can still hear the piano
Of deep gentle despair
The melody traces my scare
I wear the scar etched into existence
I trace the burn with my fingers
Dead skin flooded blood rush
I'm still here

I Want To Taste Your Lips....

There are no heights too high
I am pulled into your existence
By the soar of my wings
I skate atop any errant down drafts
My heart has to merge with yours
I have to breathe you
You are my destiny

It doesn't matter if I live
One moment longer
I have to taste your kiss
What have you done to me
How have you mesmerized me
I feel I should warn you
There is no rationality in this

My heart is in a quiver
I don't know this height
I am dizzy in this
I must know the succor
Of your lips
Just a moment of your time

My life for that moment

Just In Case You Were Alone

The universe is looking at itself
It sees through each of our eyes
We are apart of a gestalt
There are endless lenses of cognition
There are billions of perspectives
Many are similar
But there are perspectives
Wildly different

Cosmic consciousness
Works like this
There is a wild synthesis
Pulsating in the ebb and flow
There are surging pulses
Waves of connectivity
There are symphonic harmonys
In the aesthetic

There are melds
That cross the oceans
There is a commingling
There is majestic harmony
There is surge of effervescence

There is the swoon of the ethereal
There is fire in the moment
There is love

Beauty In The Harsh

There is a crack in my life

A splintering of existence
The fiber board has come apart
The paint doesn't
Mask anything
The overlapping layers
Dissolve in the rain

Fragility of dissolution
It's happening so fast
Who would have thought
I would have been here for this
Who would have thought
I would have been here
For the savour

The train is going down hill
And it is picking up speed
I wonder if I've done badly
Is the destiny of the narcissus
Why do I have to
Understand what's happening
Is this the living resolution

What's Under The Purple

Another leaf falling by the wayside
Life on empty
It is time for disintegration
Where does the chlorophyll purple go
How does something rich
And succulent become
Brown and crackly

On my morning walks
I quite often pass an old shriveled
Woman stooped in oblivion
I've passed her hundreds of times
On her way to church
She never takes her eyes off the ground
I think of her without chlorophyll

I am horrified she shuffles
Through the decaying leaves
I imagine we are all waiting for the
Street sweeper
I wonder about the purple of her heart

I look for brown on my body
I am panic stricken as I seek out my purple

The Fuse

There is ephemeral haze
In the pastels
I want to
Lay you down
In the softness
Of the ill defined
Flowers of gentle passion

This is a time
Of floating butterflys
And gentle breezes
I see warmth
In your Brazilian eyes
There is rhythm in your breath
There is gentle heave in your breast

My lips nibble your neck
I close my eyes
I lie in your embrace
I awake in your absence
I'm startled awake
I am lying in pastel flowers
You exist only in my dreams

There Is Music Here

Seed pods connected to sprigs
Rattling tambourines
Rain morphing into germination
Flowers ravenously drinking the sun
Copiously demanding into the canopy
Losing identity
Blended into color spectrum

One sense experienced as two
One real the other not
The fog of the fuse
Walking down the street
Color consciousness painting
Enlivening the world
With the brush of sound

Rain drops of color
Hues of music

A lullaby or nightmare
I live in reassured normalcy
Where do you live
The odd or the enlivened
Are you threatened or intrigued

Running In The Grass

Galloping, muscles, tendons
Single minded purpose
Breathing hard autonomy
Living in the moment
There is no future
No past
There is only me
Now

I am not going anywhere
My purpose is the fire of existence
My hooves are explosive
Against the ground
They beat the rhythm
There is a hoof beat
Back drop
There is a harmony in the grass

I slow to a tension reducing prance
I lift my legs high
To stretch my muscles
But I'm aware of the aesthetics
Of my power
And the grace of my presence
I walk in my strut
We are focus on harmony

Rope To God

We are on the strings of a marionette
If you don't think so
Just walk into the whirl wind
Take the elevator up
So what if there is no exit button
Either you're ready or not
Either you surge into ethereal or not

Am I that cavalier
Do I live in the realm of parasuicide
Are there reasons to risk it all

Am I obsessed with risk
Would I step into the whirl
Without knowledge of destination
Perhaps I would

I know a warrior's blood lust
I've been down that path
I've already crossed over
Those of you who have walked
This path with me
Know that which I speak
We wait to spiral into God

Together And Yet Apart

When parts of the whole
Live in separation

When they communicate
In the space between
When they send love notes
In the wind
When the currents sequentially

Brake

Missing solidity
Feeling the liquid froth
Between book ends

Waiting bones

Wanting the pulse
To irrigate to enliven
Wanting more than the no
More

What if the truth
Is greater than the dream
What if you can't go back
What if you can't
Recapitulate
What if there is no more blood
In the stone
Empty

We've Rippled Into The Dream

Flesh in the open

Unadulterated by textures
Pleasant or unpleasant
Pristine, natural, naked
Why does bonding
Like this make for
Unity of aesthetic love
Soft satin epidermis

I love it when you nuzzle
The white hair sprouting
From my chest
Wild in the field
Brushed with a gentle
Afternoon breeze
I feel your face slither
I feel

I feel anticipatory hunger
As I feel your nipples
Dragging through the field
Of white hair

I close my eyes
I hear you whisper softly
"I love you"
I feel the breeze of the ethereal

Perpendicular Life

Things meld with design
For a long time
I would notice the odd
Really, the exception
I would stare
I would wake with
The snap of consciousness

Then I became cocooned
In a web work of webbing
I could feel the spray of
Liquid sticky silk
Really, a kind steel
I was no longer at
Loose ends

Who would have thought
God was an arachnid
I could feel the fangs

Of existence
Drink the blood of life
Really, redistributing it
Life in the transcendental

The Muddy Flowers

Dirty flowers
Choking on the ding
Polluted life
Infected blithe
Smothering lungs
I should have died
In Vietnam

Why did I choose
Life's continuation
Why did I choose a wife
Who violated my heart
How did I become
Nomenclature in choice
Empty of my children

I was empty in
The killing fields
I chose life
But I have been
Catastrophically wounded
My purpose seems to be
Delayed cannon fodder

Outside Mirror In Here

Force inside and outside

Separated by effect
Are co-spirits
When they come together
They pass as

The hammered wedge
That divides the wind

Down stream
The wind can storm
It can ripple to tsunami
My shoulder to the wind
Along with the myriad
Of permutations
Connect cosmic design

The synthesis between
Out there and in here

The wholeness of the polarity
The radiating oscillation
Makes my heart and mind
Dizzy in the flux
My consciousness has morphed

Love In The Streets

Who riveted me
Some artist made this street
My destination
I feel pixels of her life
I have passion to come this way
I woke up thinking about her
I desire to touch her
This morning

I have gone over the edge
The process of life
Lay in suspension
Paint on bricks and mortar
Kaleidoscope colors in her hair
Is this artist mad
How has madness enter my soul

Why am I lingering here
Is my soul so empty
How can my evoke
Live in evocative
Why when I walk by
Am I filled with pangs of hunger
Love, paint, bricks, mortar

I Live In The Wait

I feel the morning residue
The tears of moisture bubble
On the blades of grass
As if there was no law of gravity

Decapitated blades of grass
Morph into absence
On the scythe of your reap

I feel your pitiless contemplation
I feel your blade cut
I feel the vivisection begin
I want the pain to end the suffering
I want to hurry out of here
The pain of death is better
Than the life malaise

I tipped over my king
Life's resignation a long time ago
Why have you taken so long
I have learned there is
No good evil dialectic
I have learned God consciousness
How long does it take to bleed

A Lingering Me

I languished for a long time
As a seed pod
There were others too
We rested in our dormancy
The tree canopy denied us the sun
Then there was a fire

The food of life poured in

The sun filled our cells
We were enriched

There was germination
I could feel breaking through
I surged into existence
I was part of the greenery
In and against the charcoal
I raced into the atmosphere
Growth toward the sun
Provided a sumptuous
Living banquet

I became aware
Of metamorphosis
My flower was blue and white
These were appendages
Delicately soft swords
Deployed in external engagement
I had become
The beauty of the universe
I surged into the heart of the cosmos

The Stem Of Existence

Are the velvet white petals
Rippling in the breeze
Stuttering in my heart
In need of explanation
Do we need to quantify
Do we need to be reductionistic
Can't we just inhale
And soar with the beauty

Do we have to dissect
Life isn't made for that
It is made to surge
It is for the leaping ahead
Yes we need to buffer our hearts
With the pure white velvet
To conspire with the universe

To explore the veins of time

We need to shimmer
We need the symphonic
Resulting leaves in the wind
We need the rain in the street
The patter rhythm
Of our hearts
We need to close our eyes
Into acquiescence

Outside Time and Space

I've only recently arrived
In this world without parameters
I feel prenatal in this
Without space, time
There is only the present
I don't know past or future
I live in the exhilaration of now

There is only the magnification
I am in the hurl
I can teleport here and there
The universe contrives for me
I can see nurture
In the diamond droplets
I feel osmosis in the life lines

It's happening faster than now
My mind is almost overwhelmed
Yet I feel the conspiracy
Of the universe
My existence is a whirl wind
I breathe the trees
Deeply