Rebel: She was a Fighter, not a Flighter.

She was cigar smokin’, hoppin’ down the street.
In her shiny man shoes of perils to meet.
She wore button-down shirts folded up neat.

She had tulips in her ears but fire in Her stomach.
People were afraid of Her ‘cause she would act all tough.
Sreamin’ quite loud, HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH!?!?!?!

She wanted life to be fair.
with Her hands in the air, Her hands everywhere
Feelin’ up the world Makin’ sure it don’t tear.

She was a hip-huggin’
Bust-drummin’
Scary ass woman.

She protested Her rights
with signs held high.
She was the creator of all might.

Her steady jaws held burdensome laws.
She crunched them scars
Between her flaming paws.

Weighted by the masses She dodged passes when
Smokin’ and drinkin’ whiskey with the men.
Tryin’ not to be forced from the act of sin.

She was a renegade, unmade
from pink frills, tulle, sparkles and games.
She slapped down her age like a cherry brocade.

This woman, so fierce.
This woman, she’ll pierce
any man who wanders near.

Her bosom made of liquid Power.
Her brains of steel bring showers
to stop the mind from going sour.

Without thought, she sought Freedom.
And wouldn’t cha know,
that she has yet to meet him.

Lifted

I’m sinking
In the oceanic depths
Of my broken
Life.
In a world on my own,
An adult, worth meaning.
I’m sinking.
Stuffed in a heavy diver’s suit,
Suffocating
But not dying
Yet.
I’m sinking
Lower and lower
And lower.
I see the light water disappear
Right before my eyes
And submerge
Into the deep, dark
Uncharted waters.
Salt and brine
Strange ugly fish
Greet my face.
I’m sinking
I’m sinking
I’m sinking
I’m choking, squirming, slicing up rain.
Water invades my lungs and just
Before I inhale my last ounce
Of breath-----------

I am saved.

Grazing skywards
The cord tugs at my waist
And I am propelling upwards
Faster than all emotion and stature.
Past all worry and sorrow.
So fast, that the sea-life is a blur
Of intangible fishes and intangible kelp
Of unchangeable seaweed and unfathomable corral.
I whip past the darkness
And head towards the light.
I’m lifting.
I’m lifting.
I’m lifting.
The air POPS!!!
All around me
And I BURST!
From the salty water
Of lulling purgatory
And stiffly remove my brass plated diving helmet.
Whoooooooooooosh!!!
It’s now off, and I painfully take my first
Breath of crystal air.
I’m free.
I’m awake.
I’m here.
Lifted.

[I’m Happy, I’m Free]

I’m Happy, I’m Free--
I just saw an angel walk over me.
She had eyes of silver, teeth of Gold--
Cloaked in black, such a beauty to behold.

I let her escape from my dungeon of creed
And finally wake she cast a Seed.--
Her arms of spangled metal; her waist of spinner’s Wool--
She jumped and then ran over my space consistent soul.

The Angel was mistaken for a girl,
quite dressed in Blue--
With what can be awakened
With the pith that heaven drew?--

Her bootstraps made of Lead,
her song lingered past note three--
What, oh what is to be said
Of a worthy man like me?

Deep inside the swivel’s world
Uphold the note of Plea--
Of a sultry sinner’s lure
Fragment of what we See.--

With wings of Pearls--
Stitched with swirls
However can this be?
Hang down the Knife,--
Suck in my strife
And virtue can be breached.

3-11

This pounding in my ear
It makes it so clear.
Death is an alcove,
A desire; not a threat.
How can I leave them,
My children
My world?
How can radiation,
Proclamation withhold
All this crunch of hurt
Conflicted
For what it’s worth.
Tsunami washed
Was once, my home
My husband gone
The stakes of lonely people lay
Aghast, I am alone.
An earthquake
Shatters bones.
Shimmy down the wreckage,
Cast between the lines that nature wrote
In haste and vigil.
Who is to blame?
This catastrophe
Of deserted towns,
Crumpled villages,
Demolished cars.
Where is God
To pull us through
the mighty hands
That mourning drew?
Chemicals leak out
From skin cells,
Bus rails,
Metallic boat sails.
Frail
Am I.
Falling into the abyss
Of quaint misunderstandings.
No dogs, barking,
The lull of city talk
Is dull
And quiet.
Nuclear Malfunction.
Great Destruction.
Fallacies of grandeur
And sinew
Clings onto thick black tar
Feathers as
They drown in water.
Deep and valiant.
Veracious, my grief revealed.
My children
What life
Can they live now?
Where’s the rescuers?
Where’s the relief?
My defeat
Of unknown future
Calamities
Graze upon
The blinking switchboard.
I am stranded.
I cannot touch, caress, love
Anything near
Or
Contamination might unveil
And devour me whole.
Surrounded by remains.
Bloated bodies
Stuck in the drains.
Cries, they can no longer hear.
Buildings crash lower
Than my thrashed furloughed fear.
Shambles,
In shambles
Broken to the core
Disembodied, thrashed
And thoroughly bored.
Everything
That was exploded, past, and frayed.
Toxic,
I am toxic
You’d better be afraid.
For all the heavy denial people
Say
Tomorrow will only be better,
There’s proof
Within the rubble
There’s proof
Within my cage.

“Stories of Memories” A Blitz Poem

Cherished thinking
Cherished stories
Stories of folklore
Stories spoken by grandpa
Grandpa fixing light switches
Grandpa and his blue eyes
Eyes stare straight ahead
Eyes blink quickly
Quickly goes the train
Quickly goes my heart
Heart of gold
Heart of power
Power leaking out
Power triumphs brains
Brains dissected
Brains rejected
Rejected letter
Rejected lover
Lover of music
Lover of hate
Hate to stand up
Hate to fight
Fight for my right
Fight for the future
Future of cars
Future of smog
Smog chokes
Smog devours
Devours my soul
Devours my purpose
Purpose to live
Purpose to teach
Teach my lessons
Teach my values
Values of caring
Values of respect
Respect the elders
Respect the earth
Earth my body
Earth my spirit
Spirit of growth
Spirit of happiness
Happiness conquered
Happiness shared
Shared distributions
Shared memories
Memories take me back
Memories bring me forward
Forward…
Back…

Sonnet #2

Forced, I am forced, I am forced to be,
Something I’m not; a spike in the foot,
Waiting, and waiting, and waiting to see,
Nothing’s as real so why don’t you take a close look.
Clenching, I am clenching, I am clenching my fist,
Blood trickles down the palindrome skin,
Why am I here, making this list?
Sounds stupid, sounds dull, it’s tough to begin.
Squeezing, I am squeezing, I am squeezing my heart,
Writing that’s stubborn, refuses to fit,
I hate this conformity right at the start,
An unseen hand now shoves me to sit.
Tension, strings pulled down to the max,
Then, BOOM!!! it pops, and I melt into wax.

Sonnet #1

Imperative nature wilts forward in gloom,
As children gather leaves behind the faulty screen,
Bright beings of this world sit in the room,
Of a prison, aghast, frightened by this scene.
Two by two, they go,
Bound by moss and grass,
Drowning in their woe,
With the sun’s spiteful sass.
Pine trees whimper in the great dawn of day,
While humans fight to seek conclusion,
Who shall sing a merry tune to say,
Protect these souls from harsh intrusion.
Rays of light graze forward strong,
My future wish: to make them belong.

What to Do When You're Lying on the Floor

Reading
Is like walking,
Is like thinking
Upside down.
Writing
Right- side up,
Is as boring as it sounds.
To give yourself
A workout
Try scratching at the air,
Take a break
Look at the sky
And swear.
When you want to lift and sing
To see what life can bring,
Try screaming
To yourself.
If, like me,
You fail to see
Just stand tall
And breathe.
Creaking floorboards
Gristle at your wake.
Bounding strides
Fixing ties
What, oh what
Can you create?
Falling
Is like swimming
Horizontal
Yet, floating.
Sketching out
The stretching doubt
That tells you
You’re not okay.
Don’t listen
Just glisten
From the inside
outside train.
Bubbling
Is like fumbling
Is like getting up and grinning.
Take a shot
From the lottery pot,
And you’ll feel yourself
Start winning.

Tonight, Tonight

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The Unknown

I need to write,
I don’t know why.
Who are they,
Walking down the street.
Strangers, lovers, or just some friends
To meet.
Who can say
What makes them
This way.
Fire inside
Slowly flaming, broiling, burning.
I am watching from above,
Alien to my most inner feelings.
Who are these girls?
Where do they fit into my endless,
Periphone mind
Cords
Buzzing blinking,
whapping, smacking
breathing.
I cannot move,
Speak, live
To hear the beat.
Until I
Empty the weight
That I carry.
Overwhelmed
In a new, fresh way.
Baby’s diapers
And tooth decay.
Suddenly
You’re here.
The next moment
You’re not.
How can I keep holding on
To what was lost and sought?
Where do I go, travel, explore.
Which journey will I encumber,
Swallow, and snort whole?
Who will share this knowledge,
The strength that I hold?
I can’t stop writing
I just have to be bold.
As the wax
Melts away
The chess pieces
Form a path.
Where I’m going,
I do not know.
All I can fathom
Is my inner sea
That carries me
Into the deep
Dark scary unknown.

Blip---

This intergalactic
Space oncologist
Rounding curves
Pathways made
Of titanium spikes.
The spot on the wall
Is the spit
Of some strange
Alien.
Out of this world,
A hub of a universe
Sparkled
With bits of torn, metallic clothing
Stretchy, green skin
And huge, bright shining eyes.
Smiling from within,
Covering everything up
With far-fetched, striking lies.
Planning
With three eyes,
Crazy blue fingers
arms
Where they shouldn’t be.
Human eyes playing tricks
On telescopes, deserts, and spaceship sightings.
Hone in
All alone
Past this vast
Wasteland
Of burnt umber
Sand, stink, and land.
Small tall tell
Tales
And smoking
With some friends
Pot you stole
From an abandoned
7-11.
Hijacking, slouching, belching, farting, snoring.
A life
Worth living.
With small expectations,
And a water-filled
Oxygen mask
Induces a mirror of toxic waste.
Surprises of moons and stars
Circling the vast expansive
Night sky above,
Encasing the world with wonder.
Bending frames of reality,
As the space-world beckons
To me.
Little green men
Furry women
Snake hair
Cyclops bloodshot eyes
Smoky tails
Seven fingers
Purple skin.
Who knows what awaits me
As I bravely venture forth
On this ship of dreams.
Lights, gas, and hydrophloric fuel.
With wing-nut jars
And palidroms
Circling way past due.
Neon signs and empty, quiet roads.
Hot searing sun, and cool chill desert winds
Picking up the night
In giant proportions.
Call to the wild;
The wild in our hearts.
When will this journey unravel?
Where do we start?

Blessings (from an Oak Tree)

Precariously deliberate.
Feeling the earth
Take a deep, lumbering sigh.
Bound
For an eternity
My fate doth wonder.
Seconds
Count for years,
Children slowly shed
Their outer skin
To reveal
Something amazing.
Caught in silk and satin
My true love
Awaits.
I sit at the silver bus stop
In between beehive glory
And blurred existence.
Almost there secretly communicated.
Burned ruptured hole
For seeking, creeping, and spying in.
The wind
Shows many things.
Spots on soft reality
Flutter by on blue, gossamer wings.
Trailing lime-life wonders.
Hollow, clear skin
Encasing bright. Blooming organs.
Your organs.
Staring at a body that’s yours
Yet as much of a stranger
As you are
Towards the world
Around you.
Frothed by something more,
I lay
Beneath an old Oak Tree
Discovering that time
Is linear
And does not exist.
This tree
And I
Are one in spirit.
We breathe
Through skin, bark, and leaves.
Eat through
Sunlight, meat, and water.
Laugh through
Lips and roots.
Feel through
Both our beating hearts.
Balancing between moments.
The sticky stuff,
Not caught on tape.
The longing or the heartbreak.
The silent crying
And the slow-tuned
Humming.
The glimmer
In your eye
Ignites flames,
Which inhale fire, growing more hearty
As my wind covers
It’s cowering head.
Reaching up higher
And higher still
To touch
What was once easy
And now, is out of reach.
That Oak Tree
An I
Are just alike
Bowing down
To all emotion
Calling
And passage.
It is my time to be here;
Cemented
Inside vast particles
That sandwich within a structure
Of your soul.
Why so soon?
Why now?
It is because
the Oak Tree feels it
To be.
And so, it shall be.

Core

Everything that is one
Can be sung,
Can be sung.
Our little thoughts to see
Can be free,
Can be free.
The time is now
Places to sow
Herds to bombard
And pictures to show.
While our hearts
Pluck on weird strings
As our lives
Bond together.
From different backgrounds,
Different memories
We share
Leaking out
Who we are.
Where we come from
And why we are here.
Bound to this fruitful Earth
For all eternity.
We can beat it,
This melancholy lull
That shrinks our bowels
And lifts our spirits.
From on and on
Beaming from within.
So much left to open, to sing, to listen.
So much to let in, acknowledge, absorb.

WHAT WE ARE IS OUR CORE.

Nothing can fetter, hold, or bondage
Our strengths, weaknesses, similarities.
For we are one being,
Shot down
From Heaven’s Dungeon.
Angels of our own
Beat, strum, and spool.
Knitting a tight weave
That encases
All our wisps of body,
All our futile minds,
All our pulsing brains,
Together
As
One.

Sublime

Stuffed in a paradigm,
Weakness
Of the heart.
How well
Do you know me,
From where do I start?
Pulling down frames
Of hard lines, unseen.
How can I linger and
Fret down the seam?
Is this real life,
A world of great wonder?
Or is it just a mirage
To quick and to blunder
Growing quite strange
Warm invites gray.
Holding in, and breathing out
Entering into
This crazy game.
Blurred fractions of a flower,
Fuzzy blue and deep green.
Wishing and hoping
Slightly to seem.
Like the whole world is ending,
Birthing anew.
We flounder and talk;
Time is askew.
Boxed in places
Shoved
And blessed
And hugged.
No boundaries, worries, or chlorine smell
Can ever tell.
Wishing I was thinking
Of taking
One long, lasting stride.
Falling into sections.
Labeled, slapped, and strung.
Cloth and warmth
Abundant,
The breathing, blaring sun.
Keeping in
What’s balanced.
Throwing out what’s not.
Everything has come this far
Without knowing what was sought.
Beaming, bright, gleeful.
Homey, fit, cheerful.
Soft, squishy, fearful.
Being all.
Free and blameless.
Full and near.
Transcend beyond
All space and structure.
‘till grace shows up
At a very crucial time.

Was it all planned out?
Or maybe
Just sublime.

Within Our Arms

What
A time it is to live.
A time to breathe
A time to ponder
All that was left behind.
What
A world it is to be.
Be, and be loved.
Hummed from songs above.
Hear their happy cries,
For we
Are not alone
In this world.
We are one
Inside
This vast universe
Of deceiving fiends
And miraculous beings.
What
To relate to.
A time to be embraced
By the whole family.
Arms strengthening
Our sorrow.
A calling
To be together,
As one.
A time
To feel each others
Heart beats.
A time
To be loved
And give love.
When all predicaments
Close to an end.
And all loose tabs
Swaying in the wind.
Let go
Let free,
Be the soul
You were meant to be.
Reach up
Brush the stars.
Hug, kiss, caress
Feel how lucky you are.
For we
Are just specks
Of a gold mine,
Overthrown.
Speakers of joy
Not yet known.
Though our hearts grow heavy
Our lives
Must move on.
Be bright
Shine beyond
All meager misunderstandings.
Close the distance
Between mind,
Rationality
And impracticality.
Unleash spontaneity.
And healing,
We all need that.
To not only sooth us,
But to lead us to salvation.
What’s
Inside
Will bind us
More than words can muster.

The End of the Ride

Happy as happy as happy
can be.....
The thought or feeling
to be
free
free
free.
What to make
of a life
to partake.
The wondrous path
I shirly will create.
Happy as happy as happy
can be.....
Gleeful as gleeful as gleeful
can be.....
Shoot for the stars
to finally see.
Have your heart open
not only to me.
Gleeful as gleeful as gleeful
can be.....
Joyful as joyful as joyful
can strike.....
Opening up
bristling life.
Can't count on
lingering strife.
Joyful as joyful as joyful
can strike.....
Flagrant as flagrant as flagrant
can smell.....
Listen quite clear
no one can tell.
Just let your fears
swish down the well.
Flagrant as flagrant as flagrant
can smell.....
Wholesome as wholesome as wholesome
can take.....
Filling you up
making you wake.
Seeing past fault
smooth as a lake.
Wholesome as wholesome as wholesome
can take.....

The Land of Lost Things

I’ve lost
My fluffy, fuzzy
Favorite red sweater
In third grade.
One summer, many years ago
I’ve lost my silver watch,
At my cousin’s community pool
In La Mesa.
It had a light pink face
And I got it in Oregon.
I’ve lost
My pinecone necklace,
My brand new ipod nano,
My cell phone,
Twice.
I’ve lost many
Colorful retainers,
My fruit-covered reusable lunch bag,
My favorite blue/aqua/tirquios
Disc-shaped earrings.
I’ve lost my second favorite
Earrings, from
Venice Beach, CA.
In the colors
Of baby blue, pea green, and salmon pink.
I’ve lost my favorite jacket,
Black and raggedy
Gold broken snap buttons
On a city bus
#2
A few years
Ago.
I’ve lost my mind,
Sometimes.
A lot
In junior year.
I’ve lost gift cards, $5 dollars in cash,
And a bracelet
That I made from recycled
magazines and newspapers.
I’ve never lost
Any books before.
Compiled
And lonely
They all
Must be.
Waiting for me.
In a world
Of lost things.
A parallel universe.
Slipped through
Time and space.
My lost possessions
Sit and wait
For my arrival.

Graduation

Graduation.
Is a time for rebirth.
The sun will peek
through the clouds
soon enough.
Graduation.
Everything you’ve
been waiting for.
It all comes down
to this one moment.
Graduation.
Blue gowns flutter
in the smooth wind.
Square hats with golden tassels
fly up into the sky
creating a new reality.
Graduation.
All you wait for
is summer’s sweet disposition
to unravel.
You can’t wait
to feel the hot, glaring sun
on your back.
Feel the sand
between your toes.
All you want
is to have
all the freedom in the world.
Graduation.
It’s almost here.
To sweep you off your feet,
and lift you higher than
the twinkling stars.
Graduation.
Your future is knocking
On the door.
Will your dare to open it?

Rain is a Blessing

Wet pages and rain
Pouring down
The asphalt streets.
This being now transforms
into a glorious
new person.
Rain, smells like
Sweet grass
On a summer’s day.
It’s stormy and cold
Bitter, to some.
But to me, rain is a blessing.
It makes the sidewalks
Sparkle.
It makes clear dew drops
On every rose, plant, or tree.
It brings out green,
And covers the sky with gray.
Rain is magnificent,
A spirit of the sky.
God’s teardrops.
Rain is relief,
Showing the hidden beauty within all creatures.
It makes you bundle up.
In warm scarves, mittens, gloves, sweaters,
And heavy rain jackets.
Rain boots love to slosh
In unsuspecting puddles.
The rain is so peaceful,
A quiet, so serene.
If you’d ever stop to listen.
Rain is power
The strength within us all,
Our weaknesses washing away.
It startles, and shakes you awake.
Rain is fresh and pure;
A true blessing.
Rain is hope, a future, a new world.
It brings out umbrellas, hot cocoa, tea, and coffee.
It rattles your taste buds;
Washes away all grime
that gets stopped up in the pessimistic drain.
Rain brings forth new life;
A handsome new beginning.
Rain is a blessing, a hope, a dream.
Rain is everything good and simple.

Countenance

I feel fried alive
Baked in the sun.
Everything's gone inside
My diaphragm.

Pen,
Running out of ink
I can no longer think
My mind is on the brink
And flowing down the sink.

I feel pulled alone
Stretched 'cross the bone
Lonely in tone
And buttons not sewn.

I feel weak as peas
Small as fleas
Quaint as a sneeze
Letting go in the breeze.

I feel wasted past tasted
Full and complasted
Waning on slasted
Scimming and pasted.

I feel pronged by a gong
Riddled by song
Hummed right along
Punched by a dong.

I feel bricked by concrete
Aghast in self- defeat
Quick to deplete
And dying to eat.

I feel empty but sane
Closed with refrain
Falling again
Brimming with sin.

I feel pounded with dread
Cold and overheated
Filling with lead
Chopping up bread.

I feel done in the sun
Hot with no fun
Never to run
Weighing a ton.


I feel burdened with hate
Slow to equate
Bound by the slate
With chalk, that I ate.

I feel royal and toiled
Stringy and boiled
Sweet, salt, and soiled
But tastefully loyal.

Twice My Madness

Twice the fury
Twice the complex problems
Twice the horror
Twice the instability
Twice the exhaustion
Twice the failure
Twice the keeping silent
Twice the fumes
inside of me
Twice the hunger
Twice the anger
Twice the loud
Twice the vigor
Twice the stale beats
Of sweat
across my forehead
Twice the aches
Twice caught
No, thrice caught
Thinking that person;
A stranger
Wanted to talk
To me
My mistake
Twice wasting time
Twice thinking
frazzled thoughts
Pushing to crack
to break, to chink
Twice to scratch
Twice to pull
Twice to squeeze
Twice to fray
Twice to fetter
Twice to slam
Twice to let down
Twice to smother
Twice to let down
Twice to hover
Twice to suffocate
Twice to hearken
Twice to poke
Twice to punch
Twice to rip
clearly away
Twice to slug, slop, and sling
Into my reality

So Much

So much opportunity,
So much winning.
So many decisions,
So much spinning.
So much thinking,
So much caring.
So much breaking,
So much tearing.
So much fallen,
So much to see.
So much determination,
So much to free.
So much daring,
So much time.
So much wanting,
So much to slime.
So much future,
So many possibilities.
So much life to live,
So much compatibilities.
So much burden,
So much freedom.
So much openness,
So much scheming.

New Poem

In a world of snow
And tears

Going nowhere
Yet
Spinning into the chasm
That sucks down
Whole

The new me
Awakened

Brimming to the top
Feelings never shown

Validating the time
We have left
To spend
It here

The new me
Awakened

Dancin Through the Night

I'm dancin through the night
My shoes slap down
without a sound
I'm dancin through the night.
I'm smilin through the rain
My face is washed
and starts to splosh
I'm smilin through the rain.
I'm singin through the sun
my voice is hoarse
but it's the source
I'm singin through the sun.
I'm wishin through the sky
My life feels nice
takes out a slice
I'm wishin through the sky.
I'm jumpin through the muck
My limbs are free
with eyes that see
I'm jumpin through the muck.
I'm yellin through the dark
My head is clear
sweet thoughts are near
I'm yellin through the dark.
I'm movin through my sleep
My hands rest soft
up on the loft
I'm movin through my sleep.
I'm thinkin through the twilight
My mind spins
cranks like a tin
I'm thinkin through the twilight.
I'm hopin through the light
My prayers, they stick
like a tiny wick
I'm hopin through the light.
I'm breathin through the steam
My mouth is open
speakin words unspoken
I'm breathin through the steam.
I'm laughin through the day
My heart stands still
with all my will
I'm laughin through the day.
I'm runnin through my life
My toes grow antsy
and strike me fancy
I'm runnin through my life.
I'm whisperin through the sunset
My belly tingles
and starts to mingle
I'm whisperin through the sunset.
I'm dancin through the night
My feet start tappin
and keep on slappin
I'm dancin through the night.

Relief

Relief
is like a cannon
that's already been shot.
It is like a baby's cry
that has never gone off.
Relief is like a bomb
waiting to explode.
It's like a a pen almost out of ink
memories untold.
Relief is like a drug
nonexistent
like an unexpected hug.
It is like a present
waiting to be open.
Relief is like a thought
that never is spoken.
Relief is like the sun
powerful and warm
its value at a million
projects that are done.
Relief calls to me now
its soft paws
caressing my jaw.
Relief is hard to tell
inside, it lays
as hell around it sways.
It's like a song
belted from the sky.
How do you know?
if you never asked why?
Relief is like a charity
handing out money
with no long conspiracy.
It's like a china doll
moments from breaking
like a dog who sleeps
never waking.
Relief is always there
right after the fear
shoots through rhyme
and reason
like a grouchy, humble bear.
It's like a taste
in the mouth
that you can't describe.
Arms flail, fingers jolt
but no matter what
you cannot hide.
Relief is the opposite of

Failure.

It is the positive light of

Forever.

Relief is the ties that bound

Together.

Relief holds your hand
after your city is destroyed.
It wipes away your tears
when you feel the worst inside.
Relief is the coffin
after the bullets.
The ring
after the break-up.
The crash
after the sugar high.
The barf
after the roller-coaster.
It splashes upon
everything in sight.
Good or Bad.
No one can decide.
Relief is what follows
when the world
grows hollow.
It is time,
it is fate.
No one sits,
no one waits.
But me.
For Relief to sweep me up
and take my sore, tired
soul away.

Capture the Wild

The born, the hurt, the mistrust

equals

to the bone, the horns, the bust.

Animal pelts
shine in the heat.
Beady black eyes
are nobody's treat.
The crispness of the tattered lines
barley shoot through
starched tongue in brines.
Starved in one place,
my fellow goat's erased.
Into a stuffed
antelope,
deer, moose, and squirrell,
a world
of horror.
As my eagle friend
once seen, majestic,
in the sky.
Now dead and stuffed,
it's reality a lie.
To once was grand
may never cease.
To fellow birds
are now deceased.

The born, the hurt, the mistrust

equals

to the bone, the horns, the bust.

Now everything falls
upon the room.
Shiny floors
sweep up the gloom.
Boxed in glass
animals alone
stopped to admire
the place called "home".
Museum is closed,
the deadbeat gone
no creature's soul
could ever go wrong.
Lights shut off,
moon just glares.
At the poor mongoose,
deer, gazelle, and the bears.

The born, the hurt, the mistrust

equals

to the bone, the horns, the bust.

Simple Love

beauty
peaceful
joy
fragile
vibrations
lifelessness
damp
comfort
breath of relief
looking in the water to see who she really is.
Feeling the cooling of the peaceful water
to find the beauty of herself.
loving
caring
kindness
the taste of difference
look at the world in a different view.
love medicine
pleasure
soothing waters
breath of light
power.

Where is my Cleaning Frenzy???

Before I write
about petty-safe dreams,
I'd like to make a call out
to the greasy hair
that screams.
From every body ailment,
comes missing
such and such.
Maybe, or maybe not.
Homework creeps
into my spine
made of steel and blinks and winks,
shrinks
off of it on its own
failed appeal.
Do I write on both sides to save paper?
Or just become a paid leper
upon the cyst
the flaming truth upon my head.
Find with harmony,
not dread.
But itches
do not increase
the talent, and wanting
and snot collecting in clumps
inside my open nose holes.
This writing
seems so smooth,
I can't believe
I'm ruining it
in any way I choose.
It's just that a messy, filthy room
can't seem to clean itself,
without my help.
So I wallow
in and out of responsibility,
while writing down
my dreams to be.
And the pen
is nicely hard
to pull the strings of curtains,
as they unravel.
As the chapped ridges of my vessel
break off, and are rubbed raw,
then washed clean
with vapor salt.
Can I exalt the strenuous
fight within my fright
that will ignite
if I'm not too careful.
My time has come for me to make my life
seem great
and finish what has already been
started,
neglected,
put-off,
pushed away,
ignored,
not seen,
covered up,
and always still there
to sweep up
and carry
into a world of merry
undoing, and beginnings.
A breath in naught winnings.
To clean is my virtue,
is my path,
is my conscience.
To wean myself
off of procrastinator's cocktail,
and fling in some salt crystals
to heighten the senses
into thinking,
"My life best be served, so get up you lazy butt and do what you should do, until you do it, my gosh, we will never be through!"

The Source

World is crashing down inside of me,
eating away all the hope and truth until little seeds of failure creep into the spinal cords that connect to my drenched being,
trying my best,
but falling into the pit of shame.
Only a tiny bit can develop,
as the rest of me is shriveling,
shrinking into a dried out rain,
that was burnt, bashed, ashamed, stupidity and regret
will not stop to give me a break,
for all it does is keep on rising and rising until all that is left of me is two decapitated fingers,
swollen with frustration and suppressed anger.

Another line is heard, read, seen, and felt.
As little scruples of young children prodigies turn at my face, staring at my desolate pupils, as they laugh, and sneer at my normality,
my plainness, though I cover myself in color,
immerse myself into much more than their puny,
incompatible, narrow brains can handle.
I can hold much more than you, simple children, can tell.
I am rivers deep.
Swimming in the filth of this world only to dive, straight in.
While all the rest peer through the clear, durable wall of glass,
one mile thick.
Only I can step through the barrier, and speak, talk, communicate
with the nature, behind that indestructible glass.
Only me.
Only I can see what’s real, the truth, the future, the words speak to me, and jump into my pockets, just as whispers of wild animals and plants, living breathing articles of life that flourish without our existence.
But we cannot live without them.
Those children prodigies and I have something in common.
Only one, finite thing.
It is that they cannot explain where this power comes from,
where my writing comes from, my ideas, and soothsaying.
It just comes, through the voice of dreams.

Memories of the Man

When the world shut you out
whispering the silence among greater beings
the wind calls from various slumbers,
awaiting.
Growl, you growl,
as the world shrinks,
and expands.
Pushing the parameter,
the gargantuan man
a stranger in this land.
Reminiscing on past grandeur,
and lengthy, finite stones of words
as they fall, vicariously,
in the pitter patter of empty rain, and dry sunlight.
Short, are you
bringing forth new openings
as store fronts, covered with silk
and velvet dark red carpet
swirls into your body,
as it swims into the sea of thoughts and memories.

Alacrity

Excessively happy,
Excessively understanding,
Excessively triumphant,
Excessively passive,
Excessively evident,
Excessively endearing,
Excessively euphoric,
Excessively eager,
Excessively palatial,
Excessively frugal,
Excessively qui vive,
Excessively artifice,
Excessively joyful,
Excessively marvelous,
Excessively fructose,
Excessively substantive,
Excessively radiant,
Excessively careful,
Excessively meticulous,
Excessively excited,
Excessively daring,
Excessively eloquent,
Excessively bravado,
Excessively prominent,
Excessively ready.