Down The Cut Goes

These waters have sliced

They have cleaved
The atoms of this mountain
I can immerse my hand
I can feel the satin
Smoothness of the cold
And yet I can extricate

I can feel the swords blade
Pass in and around my fingers
I can feel the sharpness
Of the icy cold
My blood wants to rush
Down this river
With the rest of it

I would like to be
God's blade splaying open these

Stalagmite mountains
My hand and body oils
Provide color definition
I have opened the crevasse

To the sky

A Man Who Used To Exist

Animated paint on the wall
Is the residue
I threw flowers
I was an ideologue
Yet I forgot to smell the flowers
In the end I forgot to smell the flowers
Even as they splayed on top of my coffin

I watch from this distant pedestal
I remember waking up in my prison cell
And not wanting to do the right thing again
Time to unfurl in the dust
Of remorse

What if I had caved and did the wrong thing
Being riddled with the worms of regret

There is no payback
There is no justice
I live in the regret of having chosen
The wrong women
I've had my heart bound
And slowly squeezed
I still feel the blood drip even here

Walk Into Maple Sea

Never to walk back
When what remains are the beginnings
Of lucid dreams
Simmered in the cauldron of reality

Scorched in the absence of love
The only way to swim
Is into the morning mist

I open my blouse and thrust my heart into it
I feel the maple and cream against
My white chest hair
I remember your playful fingers
Swirling and knotting
I remember the path of transcendent love
It's just that I am descending into the maple sea

Branches And Harmony

Randomness in order
Yet a flood of harmonious balance
My soul is galvanized
Need in beauty's acquiescence
Adrift in and around
Bouncing into magnetic clarity
Stunning sensuousness

The Back

It was beautiful in the fall
I didn't see it coming
I thought surely
This was just a complicated
Dance step done with agility
Then the stem snapped
The white petals fell to the floor

I didn't see the bone break
I heard the scream
I was stunned into a cloudy day
My sadness was head over heels
The music stopped
The stab at grace ended
People rushed to her aid

I went to breakfast of tragedy
The miscalculation
Caused me to fall into
Unending sadness
Since that day
I have been terrified
Of the pursuit of grace and beauty

Walking No Where

Aimless existence
So disturbingly hard
Meandering in the shuffle
At first without purpose
Then the only purpose
This way then that
Back to this

Meeting the stone in the pond

Solidity in the transition
Effervescence in the exude
Heart in the now
Now the only matter
No future
No past

The inscrutable mind
The norm
How important the other side
Another dead bird in the tumble

Life and death in the tumble
Harmony in
None existence the destination

Dream Of Your Swell

My destiny is to be unthwarted
I live for the taste of you
I live for the spiraling whirl of wind
Created by a commingling
Of the breath in our lungs
Brazed by the fire in our hearts
Our kiss opens the sun
To fiery existence

To flood lighting this world
To color the flowers
To make the fish scales
Flash in iridescence
The requisite is
Between perfect lovers
Pure and pristine
In love's embrace

I'm not talking about sex
If you see this in my words
I'm talking about God
I am talking about the original pairing
I'm talking of its replication
The fall from Eden was hard
But it is here
Our rapprochement with God

Time And Direction

Long in the tooth
I still sink into the caramel
No where can I exist
In resistance too long
I have been discarded
To drink from this drop
I must tumble into oblivion

I barely have time to remember
There is the problem
As I tumble head over heals
I remember
I feel the dizzy sojourn
I flap my wings
Against the the too much

I still fly in the moment to the last
It's more habit than else
There still is the rush in survival
If an overwhelming emptiness
What if I can't pull out
Obviously I will break my back
But there will be no more

Lines With Meaning

Residue of life
Promulgation lost in the review mirror
Existence in hindsight
Acquiescence in the malaise
Sadness in the morose
Pragmatics the remainder
Death the hope

An old Jaguar down a gated drive
Covered in leaves
A dead sparrow on its back
I look for it each day
I see my life slipping through my fingers
Like the sands of time
I try to take stock of nothingness

I think about the absence of my children
The adjustments in time
The rejection of my love
The branding of my heart
The absence of kindness and love
I am the smoking residue
In dissipation

Life In A Life

As I look into the arch of forever

I felt my bend in the distance
The world spins in haze
And I have to recapitulate
To experience my blood rush
I am concerned about the chaffing
But I'm smothered by the satin

I oscillate in the dialectic of extremes
I am lost in the synthesis of confusion
I want the solidity of the whole
I am terrified of perpetual isolation
Yet I know of my destiny
I am dizzy in the moment
I close my eyes as I spin into tsunami

I feel the back wash
The surge to oblivion
It is strange what bedfellows ecstasy
And oblivion are
One moment
Existence sublime
The next nothingness

I Desire A Moment Of Your Time

I wish I could get away from your enamour
Your sensuality
Has licked me into need
Each day I struggle to remain
Who I am
You have flaws
I am trying to focus on them
I am desperately trying to scratch
Your wrapping webbing from my body

I am rolling in the foam of the ruckus surf
I am tangled in the seaweed
The breaking waves roar in my ears
I spin wildly into your distant smile
I sail through the distance
I have no idea how I wake in your arms
It's just that I do
Time and distance have been obfuscated

There is just the warmth of your embrace

I'm in destiny's nuzzle
There is the rubber pull back
I want to know why
What inconceivable paradox
Rules the earth
Yet I see it everywhere
I don't understand
Why I should have this moment in time

Sometimes I Am Full Of Myself

We all have those itches we want to scratch
It doesn't make it right
That our mouths are full of ourselves
It doesn't matter that we are relieving an annoyance
Or satiating a hunger

What matters is inconsideration

When my needs are in front of yours

-

We are at the time of Armageddon

I may have my beak in my feathers
Yet I refuse to die
For anyless than what I've have come to be
I made this journey
I have the courage of my integrity
I will not let it slip throught my fingers

I'm Here

I live in the dark recesses of the cinder block
I am permeated with the black of existence
I live in the well of dead leaves
I feel safe in the microcosm
I'm skittish in the whirl wind
I sleep here alone
But there is a dream on the horizon

I find it hard to let her go
I was drop dead on her hook line and sinker
I am free again
At least I won't have to go to the other
Side of the world for her kiss
It's back into the cinder block I call home
Destiny waits else where

I am relieved to be out of this fire storm
It's just that I had embraced fate's determinism
And my heart still moving in that direction
While my mind is in the blackout
How about that dualities moving in opposite
Direction
Who would have thought

Indecent Proposal

I was floating in the uneventful
Although I will admit to an ever increasing
Iridescent verve
When you grabbed my face
With a grip that was unbelievably strong
So much for the weaker sex
From the realm of annoyance
I made an indecent proposal

To my surprise
Your water spout lifted me
To dizzying heights
There I was high above the ocean
Swimming in and out of your mouth
I thought about your teeth
My heart raced
I thought about my precariousness

I thought about those insects
That have to physically lie in the mouth
To copulate
And the nurture they provided
Am I a recapitulation
What is this progestagen drug
I'm inhaling
Just as I feel my back break

The Race To The End Of Times

Diversity in immolation
I beat most of you here
Floating eye sight
So much consciousness
In dissolution
What is no more in our
Rank and file

Why am I still alive
Didn't I win the race
I kept my consciousness
Alive in the wash over
Of madness
Do I want recognition

Or time under a warm blanket

Do I want my mind stripped
From my being
The answer is an emphatic yes
Do I want to join the smoke
Rather than the is
Brothers and sisters
Die for not

You Are In The Window

This is you
Flowers from your meander
Honey and toys in the glow
Aesthetic that is the secret
Of your melody
Your music is crisp and light
The sun bleeds through your
Bouquet of eclectic

It's not my music
It's not the Wagnerian
Thrust and touche
That drives my sword arm
I taste your honey on my pallet
I like your delicate balance
And plie
Your grace defines my brutality

I'm a soldier who fights
For your window sill
When I stand here
And look
At whom exists
In this stew
I know what the cost
Of existence is

I Would Like To Lick Your Lips

I had a dream about strawberry jam
I have no idea why it would be on your lips
Was it lip gloss
I closed my eyes into a field of sweetness
I hungrily tasted your lips
My mind soared into your cloud

I fell into your petals

I was lost
There was no me
There was no jib of my blouse
There was only the exhale of my breath
And you vacuumed me
And I loved being in your lungs
I squeezed into your alveoli

I was deeply embedded
I tried to think
How did I come to this place
Something to do with strawberries
Your lips and clouds
I lived for a time
In your swallow

A Clear Pallet

Black ivory
Skin of oil slick
Bulging white cornea
Panther satin
A woman of dark
Sex appeal
I rolled down
Her body

I'm dripping
White snow from
The storm
Of my being
There is a squeak
As she steps
Through my snow flakes
Vinal in the snow

I've entered her
There is no more beyond
There is nothing before
There is no more time
There is just lust
Of the moment
There is just death
And I close my eyes

I Once Had The Love Of My Children

I miss this more than anything
It just isn't anymore
I've had part of my soul cut out
I've had their emptiness replaced
With burning coal
Melting through my being
It's a death of unimaginable proportions

I wake up each day
To feel the burned out core of my being
I can feel the wind whistling through
The breadth and depth of my emptiness
I know the sin committed against me
And I forgive my wife
Her religious crimes

But there is no recapitulation
There is nothing to replace my innards
There is only the roar of my emptiness
I am on the beach of sea shells
I sit here quietly
Listening to the screams
I feel swept into the maelstrom of disregard

I Am Only Alive

I have discovered the fountain
I know the iridescence
I have splashed my face with it
My mind has spiraled
Out of the dust
I'm into heaven's transition
I bleed joy

My passion
Fills my heart with the fire
Of the irredeemable
I have crossed into reality's nexus
I am on top of the cake
My face is covered
In the sweet frosting

Increasing surety
Bursting bubbles of the effervesce
The release of the gaseous molecules
Into the metamorphosis
Dispersal into the meld
Yet there is the hobbling annoyance
That it didn't happen

Dukkha

Life is unsatisfactory
The lightening scissored across the ocean
Existence was burning
The thunder of consciousness
Was deafening
The necessity was to weld
Meaning to purpose

There was only wisdom in insecurity
The only shelter
Was unadulterated acceptance
Of the fragility of life
To live in the twain of fear and defense
Was the required balance
It was here there is the bloom of life

The hair on my body carries
A static charge
I feel the pull of existence
I am right there at death's door
Yet I feed on the energy of life
I exist at the edge
I am threaded into existence

Anatta

No separate self
We are on the night wind
The rustle of the leaves
In the trees
Draw me to the harmony
A thousand leaves
Whisper existence into my soul

I'm into the meld
I don't remember what I want
The minimalist sound
Minuscule in range
Yet ever weaving in and out
Of it self
Bubble into my soul's passion

And life is translucent
I'm down into the
Veins and capillaries
Of existence
Life is pulling me into
Destiny's twilight
And there is no fear

Anicca

Nothing is permanent
When there is love
The world stands still
Yet everything that begins ends
You want to reach across time
You want to hold on for dear life
But things unravel

Boundaries are crossed
It doesn't really matter the reason
It is what it is
Tears and salt in the wounds
Bleeding rose petals
Dripping from the heart
Unimaginable sadness
In the permutation

Loss so huge
That the heat of the branding
Singes your soul
All these years later
The follicles won't
Grow out of the scar tissue
I am irretrievably damaged
Happiness was eviscerated

A Slice In It

When the cliff cuts the clouds
When vex sticks to the blade
We know God was here
He has made this place
We live in the shadow
Of his abstraction

Our finitude
Seems lost in the magnitude
We seem trivial to insignificant
If we only understood
The fragility of our lives
Our hearts would freeze

We would be lost in the shudder
There would be a need
For heart message
A need for resuscitation
There would be a no fly zone
A rain of acquiescence

But we suspend it all
In the name of sanity
We believe that it will continue
But here at the edge of the universe
We see fragile
We breathe the fog

Hanging On

In the ebb and the flow
Sometimes we are left hanging
For me it's more often than not
I have risked everything
For a trifling like
Love

For those pragmatist
Who say love is an illusion
For those who say
No love if it means pain
Understand this
I hang not for you

For me romantic love
Evolves into mature love
It is just as gentle and breezy
As the summer wind rolling off the sea
And there is nothing to fear
Except missing the chance to love

And yes views
Such as these cause me to
Be lost in the sun set
My face
To feel burn through
To my soul

A Day Dream

A hope in the air
For the young a possibility
A could happen
For the withered a ritual
An acknowledgement it won't happen
Yet an understanding
Of the need for hope

As one who acquiesces
I play the lottery for the morbidity
I have lost the desire to win
And yet I continue
I know the truth of it
Not for the hope
But for the misery

I do it for the pain
I do it for the insanity of it
I pay my two dollars
Not to win
But for my sarcophagus
They always say good luck
I always wonder if they know

I Don't Know Which Way

I am lost
I'm in the shut down
I don't know which way to turn
Rampant insanity
Has my short hairs
So many choices
So little love

She was right
I have so much need
I can sympathize
Why shouldn't she run
Wouldn't I
It's just that I need
A heart that I can adore
If this makes me
Inviolate
I guess I must
Wear the stain
Am I being
Driven from
The unreal
Will I smother
Does great need
Isolate
I don't know which way

When The World Hangs By My Thread

Air in a water bubble
Stuck to my branch of existence
I validate its life
Against the rush to oblivion
All the bailiwick involved
Know the outcome
It's just that we dream otherwise

And for a moment in time
It is otherwise
We can live outside what is
I've tried to factor the world
I've added seconds
To existence
I've attenuated life

Yet I feel hamstrung
Thwarted in the inevitable
Yet one day I believe
My bubble will sail
Into heaven to God's
Amazement to the accolade
You did it

Lord Of The Resurgence

On a cliff over the horde
The weary conductor
Directs the blue sapphire trees
He arches his back
Into that part
Of himself that died
Those rings ago

Stunning life out of decay
I guess that is always
The hope
Life after death
Maybe to direct a symphony
Next time
What if there is black rot in the rings

What if you surged into existence
What if fate would have it
That there was no existence
Perhaps just shallow
Reflection
What if happiness eluded
Existence without the sake of

Gautama

Sangha
Community of reverence
The blood of monks flowing into
The river of unification
Belief whirling in the currents
Human spillage of religious
Fevers

Shoulders put together
Backs into it
Hearts pounding out the
The thunderous beat
One purpose
The power of peace
Flowing down the tributaries

The warriors
In the epoch struggle
Compassion spills
The frosting of love
It makes the bolt action sticky
Flowers in the barrels
Blot the tear from the eye

When Innocence Fades

I am old around the edges
My petals are not as moist as they were
I've spread my pollen
I've reproduced
I live in the twilight
There is a modicum of existence
Even as the dusty mold drapes my body

There is quiescent envelopment
A dusty blanket draped over our shoulders
We are more fragile in the wind
We still enjoy the sun
But have less need for its sustenance
There is waning purpose
Diminishing consciousness

Yet absences of biological purpose
Give us routes and eddies
Into the molars of existence
It's here that we each decay
Into metamorphosis
It's only here we have

Individual opportunity

When Volition Happens

When the world tips
When your legs buckle
When the blood that floats your eyes
Spins into the flash of dizziness
You have a choice to either
Knot together
Or ooze into the mist

Walking on the dock
I walked against the tilt
There was a blood rush
And for a moment

I struggled to the upright
There were flashes of yellow light
I suppressed in my skull

I walked the foggy morning
The next day
It was morbid curiosity
I stepped the fog to the dock
There again there was yellow light
And I swam in the cosmos
I was warm in the transcendental

In the moment
I was lost in God's instant
I felt the spin of existence's thrust
The turn of the sky folded into the fog
I gave into nothing mattered
There was a flash of dark
Then there was the splash of cold

Time To Rest

I'm embedded amongst the undulating filament
Floating in a wave of gentleness
I can almost pet the yellow cloud fish
I don't wish it to feel fear
I feel an obligation to harmony
I want the symphony
But sometimes there is suffocating
Malevolence

I want to be careful in the muck of that
Yet I have felt the mud pull off my boots
When I have stumbled into it
I have felt the swamp between my toes
I have felt the big sticky
In my heart
I have wanted out of the abyss
Yet there is moist fear in my being

There is an unraveling
I have trouble in the realm of the unintended
Of catastrophic proportions
When I see the consequences of my result
There is a backwash of pain
A murderous tsunami
I don't know which way to run
I don't want this muck