God And I Were Lost In Conversation

I had been entering the third day
Of my spiritual quest
I felt the sun on my face
I had been there a long time
I was surprised at how easy the fast
I watched the toddlers at the play ground
Time came to a stand still

I had no future no past
I could see the threads of heaven
Bleeding through the clouds
I became aware of being lost
In the ephemeral
Existence bubbled
Up and through the cosmic soup

I had just been notified of Desmonde's
Being dragged into the no more
I closed my eyes and could see
The sweat bleeding through his shirt
An image from ten years before
I felt sadness
And what is

Then I became
Painfully close to life's exit
I could feel the sucker
I heard him saying

'You have more time'
Somehow Desmonde's voice
Said take the moment

Not Enough

When we feed at the same plate
We compete for survival
Can it become too much
Can we bloat to beyond satiation
How long until we fall into oblivion
How long remains
The juice in our whistle
Does it taste
What happens to the carousel

Will I become a butterfly
Will I morph
Do my wings stretch
Against the wind
Do I live just a season
Do I recapitulate
In endless existence
When what happens
Is more than now

I look at those who drink

From the waters of existence
And they are satisfied
But my heart is not
I need to be in love
As pathetic as that might sound
I need an embrace
In these last few hour

Smoke And Mirrors

She is a magic master
She bins physicality
She arches and pirouette's
Her sinus floats
Makes her buoyant in the milieu
Effervescent in the cosmos
She evaporates into the heavens
I reach for the mist of her tail

My hand clutches her tail
Only to sink into the misty night
I've come to the empty grasp
It's just that I don't know
If it is my hand
Or her tail
That is translucent
I suppose it doesn't matter

It's just mist now
My eyes are just misty
I wonder if tears are diluted
In the mist
If the illusion of the heart
Simply mists into
The abyss
Will I have been something

I Am The Rose At Sunset

Billowing clouds at sunset
Bulbous and swirling
Into a rose meringue
Lighted from the sun's set

The red lake almost asleep
Is waiting for the kiss
From the heart of the sky

Will it rain
Will heaven's tear drops
Be moist on my dry skin
Will the rose colored light
Permeate my soul
Does it matter that I transcend
My breath is warmth

I can feel an embrace
I feel the hug of love
In all of this
My isolation has brought me
To the meringue of the rose
The syrup is dripping

Through my beard

When Here Is There

Sometimes there is no transition
Where beginning is the same as end
Time is an illusion
We think we exist between
Here and there
But what if there was no

Measurement

Forget the argument
That we would have to invent it
Just breathe
What if we were everywhere
At once
You might think
This wasn't normal

What about life
That is not in this realm
I remember my grandmother
I remember her kindness
Against the backdrop
She is dead to this world
But she is vividly alive in my heart

When Sex Is Everything

I see the sun's light
Dancing across your skin
I see shadows hi lighting
Your delicate structure
My eyes drink in the
Landscape
My nostrils flare
In your florescence
With musk
My saliva beads
In my mouth
I think it
Can be said
You are everything

Time has stopped
The winds have ceased
The rains wouldn't dare
I can see our connection
In your eyes
I can see your command
To drink
Before we begin
We have begun
I am lost in heavens
I am skipping over
The clouds
I'm dreaming about the
Pollination

Ridge Fingers

My hands are cold
The ice has made them inflexible
The bones that hold the meat
Also support the ice
If you break the ice
You decapitate my finger
But we both know the finger
Is dead

Death is not respectable
I understand

Close your eyes
I see your fridge shudder
I know the draw of the curtains
But I am frozen in the
Freeze

If you bend my fingers
They will break off
Into the no more
This was the hand that held yours
That blotted your tears
That caressed you

That loved you

Compensatory Love

When love is a mask
When warm and sweet
Tumult make your fingers sticky
I know you know
To wash your hands
The fact that you lick your fingers
Displays hunger

When life's circumstance
Has eviscerated
Can you fill the empty cavern
Of your heart
Is it fair to the other
To try again
Do you believe in life after death

Do you have a right to
Recapitulate
Can you begin again
Do you roll to your back
And say take me
Think who you're saying that to
The other or God

On The Wall

Ephemeral grace
How often does this happen
Once upon a time I lived in a world without
A place without beauty
I feel a shudder in my bones
What was the metamorphosis
Why do I seem to remember
Pain

Why do I remember
A screaming wave of neurons
Was that the coinage of entry
Does grace have a pain of birth
I know about the pain
It's laced in my body
It binds my cells together
This addiction to grace

Yes I love the ethereal
The melding of colors and sounds
I see the harmony in dance
I swoon in the awe
What was I in the before
Why was it necessary to bleed
Why pain before the crescendo
Is this the final transition

The Mouth Of The Canyon

The decay in the rock
Is in the roots
Bacteria and acid
Burn into reality
And for a time
They breed existence
First in then out
Then there is
The back breaking
No more rot
And the mountain
Comes down
Then there is rubble

Granulated fodder
And life begins a new
Cell regeneration
There is reconstitution
There are morphisms
There are skyscrapers
In the sky

I See You Unfolding

By the light of day
I see your dimension
There are endless reflections
Of you in my heart
I am dazzled
Even a little afraid
At how often
You're in my soul

You have mastered
The magic of captivation
Existence is a struggle
I try to be independent
But your reflection
Is stapled to my heart
The red blood
Bleeds desire

You are the bane of
My existence
I can't think
I think about how your

Smile radiates the cockles of
My heart
You have practiced your magic
I am lost in the mirrors

The Old Gray Has A Life

True I'm long in the tooth
I'm not ready for the glue factory
I still have muscle
I can still run with the win
I'm alive
I'm chomping at the bit
I can live outside
Of sacrifice

The sky
Swirls around me
The clouds laugh
At my giddiness
I know I'm premature
But I'm truly lost in the sizzle
Of hope
And unbridled desire

Of course I understand
Prudence
I know the trail
Is full of prairie dog
Burroughs
Yet I understand the free range
I also feel the blood in my heart
The air in my lungs

Iris Of Glass

I know of your looking
I feel the penetration of my heart
It doesn't matter how deep
Your seeing
I can feel the burn
Of your vision
I feel the singe of the heat

We are different
I am just as deviant
We make strange bedfellows
But sometimes differences
Complement
I'm not suggesting that
Either one of us makes this easy

What I am suggesting
Is that there is fire in both
Our hearts
I've lived in the jungles
I've lived in the monsoons
And I need your heart's beat
We need the harmony

The Kick Back

Tired in the egregious
Slovenly in the recline
On your ass in the no more
Recluse in the orange
Lost under the brim
In the escape of the moment
Granulated in withdraw

You seem lost like I feel
I wonder if my experience
Of the external
Is the malaise of my heart
Your truth or mine
Are you lost
Or are you projection

Ultimately I suppose
It doesn't matter
Because I know the complexity
Of this kick back
I breathe the malaise
I bleed in tandem
Odd if I miss perceived

The World Without Color

Hues of bleak dismal
Paint the landscape
I know my destiny
I know the callousness
Of those who spin frivolously
The coin of love
I ware that tattoo
I ware wrinkles on my face
I've been bound and tied

I ware sizzle on my skin
I ware passion in this
Old body
I am stitched together

With chain link

Each time I go into battle
I lose another piece
Yet I still go
A warrior's death wish
Love for me

Is not about love anymore
It's a death wish

It's Hard Not To See You

You come to me through time
I've existed in you before
It's in the morning when
I awake
That you flood my consciousness
I remember you
From the inside out

I have a fiery passion
To have you in my consciousness
I need your clarity
It is these hours that
I remember you best
I can't believe that I
Found you again

I feel like I'm
In the missionary position
Like a hundred thousand
Times before
I feel your moisture
It's like I'm only
Alive in this moment

The White Out

I can hear the snow
Under my boots
I can't distinguish anything

I'm lost
I'm looking for nurture
I think

I want to lie down in the drift

I'm so tired
The cold is biting
There is so much purpose
Outside the whiteout
All the doing
I remember the sweet milk
The spigot
I've been told I evoke fear
Maybe it's because I chose prison
Over war
Maybe the consequences
Have maimed
Maybe my resolve has been
Disfigured
Maybe I'll just close my eyes
For the moment

After Valentine's Day

I scare you
What scares me
Is life without you
In the eventuality
One of us will want the
Other more
I know I'm the winner
I am the weakest

I Am Not Dead

Maybe I'm on my way
Maybe I'm the grey embedded
In the gold
The winds blow through
My leaves that lived
In my tandem
Scooped by

Heaven's inhale

I'm moving into dormancy
The winter shut down

I miss the bristle
The green stubble
That feeds me the sun
I even like the dregs
I close my eyes
I dream of our time

For a time
I listen to the rain drops

I cry the loss
I meld into the ethereal

Unconscious sleep
I dream of what we were
I promise not to forget
Green surges even as I dream

I'm Lost In The Big Muddy

Unbridled respect and love
These are realms that elude me
That make me feel famished
I would die to protect this
Maybe it isn't true
Maybe I could die in the Ganges
Reincarnate in reclamation

I just feel lost
Life and death exist in the river
Ubiquitously
I reel in my cultural bias
What if I became dizzy
And fell into the river
What would I become

I am not sure who I am
The elephant or the woman
I think I would like to be
A rock in the river
I pray that
The reincarnation carousel
Spins me out

Clear Distinct What Is

The plane arches through the clouds
I'm lost in the mist
The fabric of time is translucent
I live here
More than ever before
I feel the waves of
Non existence

The Buddhists
Say no self
And flow into the empty set
Nirvana perfect harmony
Is temporal
No past or future
Just the perfect moment of now

The plane engines sputter
I feel surging pressure
There is a ringing in my ears
I focus on the ring
I am in balance
I am in the no more
I am free in the clouds

Wanting

I have an appetite
No
I am on fire
With
The soft sweetness
Of you
I see the glimmer
Under
Your eye lids
It's like
The flickering
Of a
Rippling stream
In the
Reflection of the sun light
But then
There is the story of your lips
They fire me
They cause lusty field of wild flowers
In blossom
I see the humming birds drink from them
Sustenance
Nectars my heart with sugar
I really
Am lost in your in your lips
This
Valentine's day

Censorship Nightmare

The lightning skips across the water
The fish in the ocean fry
Decent is vilified
Dirty linen is the flown flag
When constructive decent is over ruled
When hormonal is normal
There is a smell of the unclean

When the world lives in candy
The teeth are filled with dental caries
When truth is cob webbed
Injustice rains the day
Decay lives in candy
And there is black in the mouth
There is death the heart

When one has lost life
The flower becomes the weed
The bible of the poet
Aristotle's Poetics
Drifts on the wind
When the heart has gone to seed
Life begins again

No Stone Unturned

I scorch the earth with desire
I will burn existence down
For the want of you
My soul and heart
Generate the lightning
I can't control the discharge
Please hold my heart

For the love of humanity
Bring back the quiescent
Let the flowers drink the sun
Let calm breathe again
It's all in your hands
My heart is in your hands
You can stop the lightning

The white hair of my chest
Is where your nipples belong

The climbing
White hair will anchor
You to me
Calm will rain
Virile with rejuvenation

I Need Your Nakedness

I watch you lost in muted consciousness
My desire first regards you with
Hungry eyes
But your private isolation steals that away
I back away softly
I feel a primordial intrusiveness
I see your moment of spirituality

You are in a transcendental merge
The ripples are gently licking
Your body
I bite my lip as fog drapes you
I feel unbearably bound to seeing
Your alchemist forge
How you will arrange the flowers

You have bewitched me
I feel you in my mind
I feel your caress of my pituitary
I feel my hormones running rampant
I feel your witchcraft
Oh God help me
You turn and look at me

Then There Was You

Sea weed helter skelter hair
A thousand Methuselah follicles
Radiating in oracle
I shouldn't look
I shouldn't risk voyeur's vice
My veins are hardening
My body is permafrost

I am horrified
I had heard the mythology
I'm alive in the stone
All for the want of a woman
Why is this happening
Why is my mind still alive
All I did was desire

Her delicacy
The ecstasy of her softness
Is not for you old man
You know you shouldn't
Have desired
That kind of happiness
Is not on your plate

It's Sunrise

The amorphous sunrise
The loss of duality
The merge
No more dialectics
Everything woven together
Colors blur
They burst into sameness

Souffle milieu
Wispy in the loft
The conductor lifts antennae
There is symphonic
Harmonic flow
Ware we sail on the wind
We slide in the glide

There is a need
A primal need
The taste spills from
My glands
Rolls through my teeth
I look to the distance
I see you looking

I Am Lost In The Wild Flowers

I don't know where you are
I am confused, beguiled in the juxtapose
There is no horizon
I'm swimming lost in the dialectic
I'm in alien landmarks
I don't know to exit or enter
My mind is spinning

The wind is blowing in the dark
I am spinning into the ethereal lightness
Of being
There is the effervesce or the sinking
Too many choices
I am overwhelmed with the choose
Live or die

It does and doesn't matter
The normlessness of insanity
The whirl wind breathing up the tree
Leaves surging into the heavens
Some falling back to earth
Which way am I going
I feel like the screaming wind

Almost History

You are a shadow in burnt red
The weeping willow is rustling loneliness
I can feel your stepping splash
The leaves are rolling with the sea of loss
Rhythmically unconcerned
I know the right and wrong of it
I want to say it doesn't matter
But it does

I watch you walk away
And it seems I'm with tears
I'm left in a morass of swirling loss
There is a storm outside my window
A cold anxiety threads my spine
I experience the terror
Of paralysis
My disintegration

Is where
I'm crying blood
My heart is dripping blood
I have collapsed
In a pool of blood
I'm in a hemophiliac
For you
My eyes are glassing over

When Is A Flower Not A Flower

Yes I've chafed at the wishing well
I've desired the dream
My mind has spun into the cyclone
Of love
Only to see its atmosphere
Atrophy and whither
I still have the dream of desire
But the knowledge of truth

I've listened to the pauses
I've drunk from the well of question
I have been warned by the concerned
I know the truth
I am not an old fool
Have I been diminished
Or strenghtened
Life has unfolded

I play tournament chess
I am a rated expert
I know the fool's mate
It's that I wish I didn't know
The truth
Yet there was a moment
Where she had me
The flower's wilting on the vine

Stream Of Consciousness

I awoke in the middle
Of dead poetry
Such horror
Unacceptable truth
I'm being snowed in
I had a dream
And it's being muzzled
By this place

Please not this
I love her
What is this destiny
The tears on my cheek
Our ice on my face
The truth is the truth
Damn my destiny
Let me burn in hell

I can not, not do this
Oh please I need you
So much
Don't give another slice
Of alone
I am drowning in isolation
I don't care if you think
I'm being selfish

A World In The Reflection

My tear drops blot the surface
They are no longer absorbent
They have fallen from creation
Please scoop them
Use them for your sleep
They desire to caress
They desire the succulence
Of your body

Can you feel
The crackle of my caress
My final love of your body
I remember our procreation
I remember the pollination
That was the beginning
This is the end
The absence of self

I am your pillow
In these last moments
I can feel the crumble
I can feel the dying
Into non existence

Thank you for the love
I will take you with me
Into the heavens

Ice Against The Sun Rise

There are dimensions into the entrance
Of this cold world
As I look into the light these last times
I feel the pine needles bristle
I run my finger and heart across
The blade of discontent
My consciousness is into your sun rise

I feel the Phoenix rising
I've come across seven thousand
Years of time to be at your side
You knew me as Feng-Huang
I've simply followed my heart
And your trail
Who would have thought Brazil

I still have miles to go
I will fly on the breeze wispy or strong
There is nothing that can stop
My love
I fly in my winter to your summer
I can feel the warmth of magnetic heart
I dream of your embrace

I Hope You're Not A Dream

It's raining slivers of glass chard
I close my eyes in an effort to protect them
But I still can see you
Your image won't leave my retina
You are burned into my consciousness
I look at you so hard
The eidetic gave way to the transcendental

I have reached across continents
To feel the warmth of your breast
I have been the butterfly's caress
In the afternoon sun
The rumble of thunder in the distance
The strike of fire from far away
Yours forever

Even if it's just my imagination
Even if I have gone too far

I know I have radiated from
Your touch
I feel you in the most
Personal way
You have given me dimension

The Dark Sea Surges

We skim the surface
I feel the felicity
Am I cavalier
Should I consider my passion
There is a strike of white lightning
I am brought to my knees humbled
By such a rumination

I feel God in the passion
There is no second guessing
No analytical diatribe
There is only the pulse
Between our hearts
The commingling
Of our paired spirits

This is what life is about
Listening to the intelligence
Of consciousness
Dismissing the subordinate

Thinking mind

Being available to the
Just know

My Escape From Nothingness

My mind drifts
In and out of the beyond
I've been marooned
Here
I'm on the sandy beach
Of resolution
If the hot air balloon
Would just come

I could follow
The path of my effervescent
Mind
I'm am sitting
Here in the sand
Desiring reclamation
I don't want to do it over
I want to flow into the heavens

I know the promise of the sunset
I remember the toes bent
In the direction of God
I just didn't see the
Wings on your sandals
And now I wait
For my turn
However long

Tragedy Of What Is

Life feels fearsome
When it's right there
The smell of it
Feeds my soul
I know the battle
With the sharp teeth
My scar tissue is deep
Yet there is hunger

I want the blaze of fire
Battle for existence
I don't wish to go softly
Into the night
I want to feel
The struggle
I want to bleed
Into existence

I have the heart

Of warrior
Hamstrung by duty
And honor
I want to flex my muscles
And break the strings
Of resistance
I am domesticated
In loves embrace

Flowers In The Wind Of Your Hair

I'm inebriated by the flowers
Laced into your hair
There is essence of pollen
In the mist
There is a painfully
Sad music in the breeze

But then you flood with your smile

I feel the ocean of you
Lapping my face
I'm drowning in your essence
I can't breathe
Nor do I want to
All I want is to float
To effervesce into your sphere

I can feel the whirl wind
On your lips
I know what it is to be
Swept into you
I'm lost in the dream
For a moment I feel claustrophobic
In the next instance I don't care

One Half Of You

Anonymity in the you
Spinning in the simplicity

Of nothingness
A chalkboard slate
Judgement in the rendering
An empty set
Here to judge

Tuna from a tin flaking
Purposefulness manufactured
Yet in the blowing wind
Purposelessness on the breeze
I need the wind to sweep into me
I need my sail filled
My smoke to waft on the distance

Isolation in the existence
Sanity on the wane
Oblivion as attraction
Dissolution as hope
The machine sputtering
The motor oil oozing
The mechanism halting