mediocrity's demise

resuscitated, resurrected, rescued

repaired and hell yes relished

regurgitated back to the land of the living

I strap on an oxygen mask like nitrous with your name on it

a saviour touching me; saying Yes, Come

Yes Please, and gladly rest upon salvation's supple tit

I rise, Lazarus-like from the nearly dead

shaking off the coma of mediocrity

oxygen hitting my bloodstream like a crack rush

traveling southbound in a most determined fashion

head, heart, cock, legs

fingers manipulating keyboard

all with purpose to rise again in grace

and, with one of life's greatest miracles and wonders

spread wings eastward

Waiting for the bus

4th and Pike

squeezed in skanky shadow

nearly invisible to mere mortal senses

or so they think

furtive hands exchange bits of coin and crack

dancing their tweaky bones like fucked up marionettes

nerves scream waiting to hit the pipe

while high above the city

the gods take a good look at the corner

of 4th and Pike

and, rolling back thunderous bony skulls

rain down piss-scented tears of offered redemption

while the rest of us, believers or not

wait in hope for rapture

or the number 14; whichever comes first

Delight

reincarnate the Phoenix

flames lick themselves

reduced to ash as tears and blood mingle

this mud metamorphs into a miracle

recreates the process

rebirths, resurrects to glory

to rise again

opportunity recycled

and shaking off the residual dust of the old

with widespread wings we are born again

spreading to the tips of plumage

a chance is carried on the winds to the new

just say Yes

mere map inch, yellow line markers

hypnotize all to submission

but I just need one

so say Yes, dammit

and I'll start a journey home

our smoke signals punctuated by an exclamation point

years of desire culminate in another kiss

seize the bliss, contained in a you-flavored package

for the love of God

just say Yes

Now Available in THX

lurking between alpha rhythms, causing eyelids to flutter

my lips to stutter like a social retard

you stalk

every bit of you as real as a kiss

traipsing my neural network like a movie star

hair perfect, bumblebee mouth

accentuating the positives, always

you blow kisses from afar

the winner of this film festival

you glide the red carpet of my REM

our independent art film

subtitles off, knowing the script

soundtrack by the Dandy Warhols

I hit the rewind button to play again

so one more night you dance the neural net

our private show, personal pay for view

I can taste you in technicolor

as I rewind again, again...

The Davenport

smoke signals inhaled

heat built

threatening to go nuclear

to sink into the black hole chasm

but not now, God no

no turning back

not in the Davenport Deluxe King, for crying out loud

fireplace crackling

room service called

the honor bar deflowered like a preacher's daughter

her virtue spread out in 2 oz mini-bottles

lined along the rim of the European Soaking Tub

which is next to the Spacious Granite Shower

which is not to be confused with the available Spa Treatments

you and all that designed to take breath away

I'll require resuscitation, yes please...

Stalking the MySpace

In January, dead leaves blankets Spokane snow

ice crystals stalagmites within you

left cold by the loss of someone you didn't even know

tears for his wife, I love that about you

another post, a picture of a man

another, this Christian, again my clone

sorry, big guy, now be a man

tried to thaw you but can't build enough heat

but I rub my sticks together, pour on gasoline

covering blessed memory in heat and goosedown

threatening to nuke the neighborhood

the smoke blanketing everything west of the mountains

but trying to send a signal east

without self-combusting...

Atlas

Atlas, my beautiful friend

your back bent with the weight of a thousand crosses

staggered under endless pounds of friends

I track it, sent to help the state of your losses

the daggers of the stresses they do not comprehend

Atlas, my beautiful friend

condemned to carry burdens not your own

my strength I happily lend

helps me to unreap what I too have sown

our children seemingly have no end

yet... see how you have grown

Atlas, my beautiful friend

come, lessen your loads

I pray, as you comprehend

that there's strength at the crossroads

Bluesman

rebuilt at the crossroads

waiting for a saviour

hat in hand, hoping to heal

and not too picky about who's showing up

I grew impatient

took a right turn instead

and ran right into myself

opened my own veins

my precious fountain

my stigmata

was dead

am rising

shaking off the blood, puke, shit and ashes

like a Phoenix unfurling arthritic wings

finally the God in Me

thanks the God in You

hat and hand in hand

we are born again

Return of the Doorman

do you remember The Doorman?

teeth bared in skeleton smile?

"All is warm fuzzy love!"

"A cocoon, a place of rest!"

Opening his door in mock graciousness, he bows

and unzips

I strut through, knowing the lay o the land

and dropped to my knees like a crack whore

his bitch

swallowed his spunk

let the disease spread, oh yes

until my head cleared of the cost

and a week later cut off his head

Cuz sometimes it just needs to die.

Black Hole Bed

HEAT

set to simmer, boiling over in precious steam

threatening to scald us, to soak the sheets

emanates seduction waves

cooking from the inside out

you should come with a warning label

a material safety data fucking sheet

so a man knows what to expect

as we lay here trying to breathe

the craving, jesus, like love crack

like a junky's waiting arm

jones to end all jones

yet there is this space between

this agreed upon crevice, chasm

this black hole where the heat waves

get sucked in to create a new universe

mutually honoured, I am a man nonetheless

and threaten to fall in, to twirl in blackness forever

in this space between us

this slippery slope slicked by burning oil

that this heat threatens to combust

so I get up, ever the goddam gentleman

semi-content to let the one touch linger

until the next time, I warn you.

Perfect Rhythm

dance with me, Lovely One

twirl this night's bonfire glow

crazy hair reflecting its fire

graceful hands raised in ecstasy

fingertips shooting stars

tango in rhythm to our beats

wild woman sweatsalt glistening your curves

licked away as wine for this thirsty man

dance with me, my Love

be lost in this precious time, this song

and I will be with you always

Grace, redux

Beautiful One

tracing the lines across the miles

and years

glory of grace

to sit across again...

no promises, no expectations

good company and beers

goofy gap-toothed smile

and eyes to match the Mole'

I crave you

Burn Bright

illuminated by your flashlight


a billion candlepower burns bright the way

setting a sun's worth of warmth upon this path

and guiding me forward

one step at a time

one single footstep completes the next

and up this mountain is climbed

this mountain made a molehill

a lifetime's momentum propels to the prize

where, arms raised in victory I scream in defiance

and stick out my tongue in raspberry to the disbelievers

but you...

your illuminating flashlight and sun's worth of warmth

you, lighting this way

you

You

Bless you

Stampede

Big as Lulu's life

I quake at your closed door

the elephant in the room stampeded, eh?

trumpeted in righteous judgment

declared me doomed

your changes are unacceptable, thus spoke Ganesh

I have tried to reason with your sins

I find you wanting...

Ahh, elephantine memory

a man's mercy can it morph?

grow and evolve into the memory loss of acceptability?

a kind of selective Alzheimer's Disease, yes?

I'll have paid my penance

and we'll do the Dance of Dumbo?

and the elephant will trumpet!

the pachyderms will plod forth!

but for now, speaketh Ganesh

shiver in your sin...

One Map Inch

One

there exists no other like you

Unique

beyond comparison

Singular

you stand alone in this class

Without Peer

as there is none above you

Non-paralleled

your better has not been born

Exclusive

The universe has created its template

Exceptional

those with sense wish to be you

Distinctive

the pedestal is yours

Matchless

I believe Vogue is looking for you

Stunning

I cannot catch my breath

Beautiful

and am dead to all others

Damn You

Candy Store 12 Steppin'

You = Candy

semi-sweet, rare, dark

without nuts, thank God

a bit bitter (but hey who isn’t?)

eye-popping packaging

crack candy

heroin disguised as w o m a n

and in a greedy junky’s jones you’re craved

hello, my name is Alan...

sweet, the marketing worked...

But hey, your crispy shell?

that crunchy coating camouflaging chameleon colours?

is melting slowly away

exposing creamy velvet center

mmmmm & mmmmms, ha!

melts in my mouth

liquefies in my veins

like an iv drip

cascades in ecstatic bliss waves to feed this junky’s insatiable craving

surrender to the semi-sweet, welcome to the dark side

Alternatives

as the invading armies draw near

their hordes screaming for blood, blood cells

attacking the outer perimeter, finding it defenseless

and move in for the kill

their massive numbers barely contained

by the radioactive dose, that kills you anyway

I think of what to say to you

some poignant brilliance, our lightbulb moment

maybe a shared memory, a laugh
maybe repentance, reassurance
maybe discussion of resurrection

but an otherwise agile mind scrambles for purchase

maybe the silence is enough
maybe the prayers will work
maybe the armies will lay down their weapons

so I can write about something else.

Swim for It

Familiar grounds brew at Top Pot

enter a glazed old fashioned, maybe two

deep fried sugary dough life rings

and beyond the streaked window

rain deluges in apocryphal proportions, a mad torrent

even for Seattle

clearly a sign of endtimes

God in infinite wisdom unzips a metaphoric fly

and takes a cleansing piss on this slice of the world

Holy water

douching the crackheads and detriment away

floating the flotsam away from my city

cleansed in absolution, sinners & saints alike

half drowned rats screaming for survival

given a second chance in the liquid hope

we swim for the ark

and losing nails to claw our way up the ladder

we proclaim ourselves born again

and reach for another doughnut

Bloodsport

eaten alive from within

they say the cigarettes, who the hell knows where it begins...

the cells morph from health to not

his war fought, they storm a weakened fortress

onward they press, nano-sized invaders

enemies in the land understand?

they expand

crossing blood borders on a false passport

their bloodsport, like a terrorist they distort

robbing my father on the installment plan

kicking the ass of the world’s most powerful man

Paint by Numbers

connecting your dots


like a paint-by-numbers masterpiece

my tongue the brush

broadstrokes outline each curve, valley, cave

with the finer touch tracing in the pallette's colours

soft hued pastels rising to pantone rainbow

the full spectrum of this

brush on your skin

the dots connecting A to Z

you'd think that this tongue's wetness

would lessen the effect of your own

yet the colours bear the truth

brushed on your masterpiece figure

The Vibration

the width of a thumb

merely an inch or so on the map

a straight line, really

unlike the soft curves of memory

seems like we could whisper it

verbal pleasure carried on the wind

like we could shout it out

the vibrations racing against the blacktop 90

close enough to tickle an ear

the sound recognized by gray matter

firing a cascade of memory neurons

damn like the auto reflex of your heart, your breathing

instantly recognized is the voice

so that you stop in your tracks

and put down the pen

recognizing the alpha source

who screams in its wilderness

and for just one, brief moment

you wonder...

Antimatter

loss...

the overwhelming weight of nothingness

where life, friendship, possession, habit or habitat that once was

isn’t or never was

maybe missing from the beginning

or a death at the end

one once loved, or hated, now a ghost

perhaps a leaving in the middle

just gets up and walks away...



loss is abundant in negative prevalence

an infinite black hole void

everywhere and nowhere at the same time

loss is a choking breath of dust

wheezing asthmatically at the edges of prayer beyond hope

we want to replace our loss

let’s not minimize this; a need not a want

to bring back order, to balance it out

to turn loss inside out to substance

so that what’s done is undone

and undone done

and so return loss to full

a loss of loss

antimatter once positively negative

now negatively positive

as we return to whole

Letter play

Keeping you close

a little maddening tease

rough like hell, soft as your skin

it melds you in to me


Maybe the map will inch closer

undulate across the pass

like a promise you'll come

like a prayer I'll believe

The Canvas

imagine this canvas

stretched by the Artist

colouring the expanse and minutiae

hues defining the all

touched by each pigment

experience represented by its colour

while highlighted by the Artist's flashlight

gesso evolves from black to white

palette a perspective; a paradigm

tinted transluscence

building one upon the other

Life as Art.

Holy Land

my beautiful ghost

opaque presence caresses through wisps of smoke

breaches my walls between cracks of false resilience

text message, email, eyes right here

we float tendrils from an inch on a map

our signals shooting green into night sky; bright as day

my Eastern Star

welcomes as I turn to pray

that my ghost will be Mecca, my Haj, my pilgrimage

my personal Palestine

prayer that this separation of a map's inch

returns me to your holy land

incarnates my beautiful ghost to flesh

signal everywhere

single soul saxophone bounces off the Market's walls

clear up to Westlake Center

a perfect accompaniment

for your haunt of my city

lavender scented smoke wisps below the haze

eyes burn, leak without knowing why

drowning the city in wet salt

which runs into the Sound

creates tidal waves

tips over ferries

then rushes back up Pike towards The Showbox

douching away the dirt and piss

baptizing the crackheads and Market tourists alike

while the city waits for you

Traced

connect the dots; each freckle

an adventure explored at leisure

traced tongue creates a thousand moist trails

cascading in a stream of sighs

every tremble a treasure

sharp breath intake a prize

each moment a light-year in measure

known, because the hips don’t lie

sojourn

each step a sojourn

unstoned stone path to sanity

ever-evolving twelve creating the course

that bind feet on the earth

eyes seek towards the within

hands open to the power

outstretched to keep from falling face first

prayer and preparation in one fluid movement

I smile at the seldom seen

And embrace the grace of this path unto itself

Come Again

full circle of the holy, the lovely

in which that which was

cycles infinite like the Phoenix

who though incinerated

reincarnates

rebirths to fly through the ashes

her spiral dance circling in vortex to the heavens

always to be…

you are the same, Beautiful One

sing hymns to the prodigal!

a turgid prayer to Priapus

to be risen again, my lovely

traced on the taste of tongue

wet glory parting a pink sea

lays waste to scented velvet softness

while you encircle the stone

Priapus rising, repeats

comes again

ad infinitum…

tell me (lyrics)

seen you long time coming round

touch you as you touch the ground

don't need you to be bound

don't need you to make a sound


what you come here for?
what you come here for?
what you come here for?
I know that you're burning


all about you a time a change

open to me I rearrange

yeah we know you're getting strange

we both get that you're deranged


what you want from me?
what you want from me?
what you want from me?
are you ready to start your learning?


you've been looking a long, long time

razor thin edge for your pain pleasure sublime

you want to release, honey that's no crime

lucky you caught me in this man's prime


what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
what you gonna do?
can you see these tables turning?

?

again, breathe in the perfume of the new

fresh scent in bated anticipation

dangling participle in the form

of a giant question mark

we all pray for faith

in the unknown, yes?

let it be a kindness, amen

Alpha Omega Infinity

evolve, yes revolve full circle what was

is

what we know, believe

and desire

round and round we go

ad infinitum

defined by unmapped intuition (note hyperlink)

you, Omega unfulfilled

me, Alpha white hot craving

God infinite in the circumference of the all

blessed arms wrapped around us both

long distance arms in protection of you, patiently waiting

as (S)He watches in anticipation

WordPlay

with hands spread wide in ecstasy

I explore, my friend, what it means to be

a writer in this reality

a poet if you please


the words they play from lips to page

to capture the senses of a reader engaged

to embrace my peace or taste my rage

this blog is a canvas as the world's a stage


an exercise in ego or reaching above my station

perhaps I touch nothing; no body or nation

but sometimes it's for me, this wordplay elation

I dig writing these word-smith creations


But to what effect? I'm not getting paid

hell, I'm artistically erect and still not getting laid

be nice to have your adoration, yeah, it's what I crave

the opposite of a literary masturbate

Etymology (multi-part Haiku)

…etymology

back to the root of the word

from which flows our thoughts…

…through these words, my friend

conveyed we play with letters

you know what I mean…

…so we understand

connect in community

strands touch in this web…

…which absorbs these words

recycled in new meanings

round we go again…

ur my space

yeah, stuck my heart into your page today

in html the smoke turned solid again

wtf?

beautiful ghost of a lavender memory

rinse, lather, repeat

yes please...

The Healer

I went to the Healer to salve my soul

to take my rest

to bring me whole

She regaled me with mysteries untold

and sent me to the trees...

I cried to Her what am I to learn?

to grasp? to know? what wisdom discern?

look upon me now with blessed concern!

so She sent me to the seas…

in waterlogged garble I sought Her reason

in tides? in drowning? in changes of season?

no longer contained She sang Wisdom is Legion!

and sent me off to be…

Foreign (S)oil

rationalization of Iraq occupation

in summation U.S. salvation

is damnation of a nation

there is no real foundation for U.S. foreign relations

except to keep the pumps full at the local gas station

in these rhymes I’ll tell you

yeah, try to compel you

that besides oil there’s no reason to shell you

our cause your effect as we stir this pot of shit stew

Shiites, Kurds and Sunnis believing only their version is true

death squads act as false gods

create the façade

while they lie and misconstrue

the psalm of Islam explodes a bomb

while civil war tears at the heart of you

between oil derricks

hysteric clerics

there’s neither calm nor virtue

this policy of greed is rude

a people watch their world come unglued

crackhead east

yeah, I see you

tweaking through my uber-hip neighborhood

can you get your crack here?

crazy hair, bad teeth and ever-flailing body parts

stained nasty sweat pants clinging to your Auschwitz ass

a reject from the concentration camp of sub-existence

looking hopefully at me with your hustle agenda

like I've got something for you

a cigarette or twenty bucks for your next rock

I think you've had enough

I'll buy you a sandwich

if you'll just go away.

linger

opened to me as to you

blissed in the touch

we danced a liquid rhythm to a Dandy Warhols song

and the music meshed with guitar sweet curves

Big Head Todd sang Bittersweet

heard long after we slammed shut

and the elephant stampeded from the room

leaving your scent to linger like smoke

the essence of a beautiful ghost

s k i n

mmmm, embrace your sin embroiled by fire
a taste of unspoiled desire
we pace to begin, your pearl might tire
a slow basting builds a roiling pyre

mmmm, to climb those heights; to plumb these depths
sublime the fight becomes caress
beat the rhythm of light, the dance of the blessed
sweet rhyme so slight, sweet delight I obsess!

mmmm, crave the pheromones Oh! permeate your skin
we rave in hormone's slow anticipate spin
depraved? I say No in comparison
yet saved by a little death, le petit mort à la fin...

blackhole

I know

that your days are also nights

each one an infinite ever-darkening blackhole

an interminable all-devouring paralytic mindfuck of fear

yes, I know

that your slowly weakening will to move

to create

to breathe

are argued against by howling crazy actors

unceasingly rehearsing in opiate-like slow motion in your split head

their cacophonic uprising a bad drama with unending scenes

of course I know

and wish to be your respite

your calm

but even as your dreams don't help

as the gentle voices of your men grow softer

is this helplessness

so that all that remains

is to pass the pipe

and watch you go up in smoke

Bonsai

on the cliff’s tip

precarious to the precipice

teetering on the very edge

literally hanging by its roots

a perfect maple bonsai

feeling its years

nutrients long ago diminished

wind raging

stunted and twisted

it is defiant, primordial, beautiful

it hunkers down for the ages

a miracle of existence

Storm Watch 2006

Seattle salty air teases a new dream

brings whispers within wind

sighs among the breeze as it builds

intensifying tsunami frenzy

you exhale a storm

from the epicenter of perfection

drawing me to the tornado's eye

I aim for the whirlwind

and explode in a million shards

Beauty of Balance

Center of Balance


harmony middles your scale

the 2 points between perfect even

Anti-extreme

look to the middle, please

lest we teeter and totter over either edge

while following the well-worn tracks

of a stealthy but ethically retarded majority

Nietzsche's groupies treating sheep like lemmings

as we mindlessly follow and bleat to our plunging ends

controlled by that which cannot be endured

Big Oil : Big Pharmaceutical : Big Agriculture : Big Box Stores
Halliburton : Iraq : Beatrice Foods : AOL Time Warner
Book censorship : Guantanamo : Christian conservatives : atheists
PETA : Air America : Fox News : ANWAR

all tipping the scale to madness

but you, Diplomacy...

the wise defer to you as Holy

the peaceseekers bow to your wisdom

and wish to meet you in the middle

in the moment...

keep it down, in good sense


cloud-flying dream-swimming word-weaver

keep the Iona maiden within her context

within this blessed Now

interlaced fingers outstretched towards the within

her ancient heart beating the fire's rhythm

just as the circle's licked her flames for eons

oh keep it down, I beg of me

live alive in this sweet moment's breath

allow, be open, if it will

primordial chemistry to cross the divide

the good gold to morph in alchemy

but do not hope

for as she's circled her fire for a thousand lifetimes

so too could her orbit take flight

the wordsmith's voice a whisper in the wind

Goodness Just Because

open, in vacuum reception to incoming rush

in hedonistic paradigm of pampered pleasure

inward swell of Goodness Just Because

breathes in you now; content to sigh

in this diversion, this joy

this smoothing of the edges

this communication life's lubrication

itself treated deferentially in the empathetic effort

this way that much sweeter for the attempts

in its perfect path is reciprocated

translated in return in yet another tongue

or paid forward in holy reincarnation

this pampering never ends

this Calgone time of our souls

Rachel (or, That's Some Pig!)

genesis of a Seattle dream

unwinds in this raptured REM-play

unravels in lucid rest

in somnambulistic slumber my mind dances down Pike St.

stumbling towards Rachel in her porcine patience

always waiting for me under the clock

as Wilbur waited for Charlotte

her welcome to the Market an open door

to a Seattle dream...

bitch-slap happy

know this, Love

let perception wash over you

be baptized or bitch-slapped in blessed belief

drown in it for the good of all

whatever works

then squeegee your own self

dry

sober

embrace this enlightenment as a gift

blazed upon your blindness like a billion watt bulb

searing simple certainty into your brain, guts and skin

a tattoo of truth

so that you remember

and continue to breathe

in Love

crawling out of her skin

her breath a toke

the stream of smoke as tendrils to God

your crazies left screaming at the abyss

one tired voice a barely audible whisper

above the din that frightens you

I drink to your peace

to release

to atoms transformed

to new form

to greeting the void

to not pissing off the powers

but

we who love you, understand

and the carved ones sing your eulogy

Distilled

this heat craves pulsing spirit

friction lighting the fire

intensifying energy

rhythm vibrates perfect 60 cycle hum

mind and body candy

processing colours infinite, wild and increasingly defined

distilled to the essence of you in this fluid moment

concentrated through ever-closer inspection

honed to the fine tune

of a born again song

zap

spark sparkling zap synapse

ping pong our neuron electric juices

magnetizing pathways

as they dance the neural net of mind

thought energy pops in sequence

signaling this

swirling synchronicity

our twirling cerebral kiss

I can taste you from the inside out

cerebellum to cortex

adrenaline rush

endorphine hush

telling each breath to sigh

our symbiotic pulse

zap

Imperfect Picture

carve a new tattoo

pierced and painted

stigmata of stigma

etched from the heaven and hells of history

dripping from the electric fat of mind

sizzling onto skin

blood and ink mingles

a visual representation

of cause and effect

achievement, destruction, truths and lies

all the above

drawn design decorating the dichotomies

bled into the colours

blues, greens, lavender & black

in understanding

a thousand pinpricks

that paint the entire picture forever...

The Dare

if you dare

I dare you now

to take a look

and accept somehow

that what has been and what is now

is all there is

so yes, allow

unvarnished view

no rose-tint sight

embrace our truths

and too our lies

plain see it all

while we have eyes

that we take our falls

we touch our skies

and so evolve

as we write this book

we take our bows

because we dared to look...

Portrait

as we reach across this web

our strands interweave in a Hello

and there is an instantaneous and mutual understanding

that you and I are absolutely unique

singular unto ourselves

equal but unparalleled

with pasts and presence in the present

with the unspoken somewhere inbetween

all to paint our portraits according to our colours

each in their shades and hues along the spectrum

a lifetime of experience, this is who we are

to be communicated hopefully well to the other

the strands of our web woven in holy interaction

while the truths be told

be they in graytones or violet joy

and through this precious vocalization

and the acceptance thereof in the now

that we may share our truths

as our colours allow

Walking Home

love the fluid concrete city

cobblestone cracks spring rivlets to the Sound

warm wetness washing the piss off Pike Street alley

cleansing in holy preparation for the new day's bums

the sex of saxophone following me up the hill

bouncing off the stone glass scrapers

stalking like the ghost crying to be touched

Seattle cityscape Needle rising

605 foot hard on standing proudly over the city's crotch

draped in the perpetual gray of my love

I breathe you all in

salt air, wet concrete, sex saxophone saliva

my olfactory buffet

feasting at the senses like a crackhead's last toke

and draw you to my lips like a kiss

Critical Mass

we gather the whirlwind within

where this plant pulses our power

exponentially multiplied pressures

concentrated to distilled energy

to build towards critical mass

as we rock these atoms to the core

inaction impossible; containment unlikely

a hush before the roar...

this is fission in its bursting

with nothing to contain the heat

engulfed in mind searing g-force

g-spot

where all is violet explosion

prevailing in rhythmic multiplicity

washed from wave after exponential wave

which covers our world

as we push the buttons once again

wordplay

unsealed, unpeeled

my thoughts revealed

I pick up trusty pen

can't hide inside

words like a rushing tide

the stanzas flow again

and this, my friend

to you I send

this wordplay from within...

Fat & Flour

this is a roux

French for soup base; also red or a redhead

these are a few of my favorite things

symbiotically balanced interlock of fat and flour

the molecules of one permeating the other

and vice verse

until together they can barely contain themselves

not changing in mass or volume

but somehow changing colors with the heat

blonde to brown to deep red

this is roux

with slightly nutty overtones

darkening until it combusts like napalm

until the stock is added

the basics for a perfect gravy

Lovely Notes

I speak to the rise of your crescendo

your lovely notes filling the air

majors and flats reaching this heaven

as if gravity means nothing

with only lung capacity to hold you down

while breathing to my soul

free to reach your perfect pitch

the angels sing with you

the demons cowering in your strength

how can I speak to your need

while keeping my rhythm?

it's all transfer, you see

so sing to heaven, my love

as you rise from earth

just friends

she speaks of just friends

like there is a loss, a void, something missing

as if a friend is a consolation prize

a detraction from the something more that won't be

a subtraction from something else

not understanding that a friend is everything

so that everything else is yet another gift

Heat Crave

city clouds open to seratonin rush

cerebellum hush

as the warmth reaches deep to my lizard brain

smiling in radiant recognition back to the sun

I crave your heat

firing in synaptic pleasure

as we smile towards the new

The Devil's Nightmare (song lyrics)

Sanctuary of seductive elation

it came to me in a shattered screamdream

was preaching nothing but offered sedation

when I breathed in your valium sleep



Outspread wings I crashed the sky

sown by truth I weaved the lie

but in the theme of grand design

we're low on the food chain you and I

Closed my eyes for it’s too bright

darkness, darkness toil of light

though He should taste of this earth’s delights

your saviour nailed to give me fight



Did you see with eyes closed my whore?

swirling vortex took my form

you were mine for evermore

built the rush into the roar

Wait…

yet I see I made no sound?

whispered hatred was all but bound

for when at last you filled the ground

you wouldn't be joining me below



I was alone ...

Donut of Doom

Oh Bismarck...

perhaps you are the king of donuts

how long have you been hidden from my lips?

with your custardy gooey innards dripping down my goteed chin?

crusty chocolate glaze coats the roof of my mouth

joyously fat, like my enlargening gut

yet...

you are undunkable

and must be eaten too quickly

even with my tongue licking out your sweet opening

lest you ooze worthlessly onto the plate

which makes you a smidge less perfect than a glazed old fashioned


despite your name you are clearly female

Let us just say, Damn...

let's wonder

in turn

upon this place of inspection

but blunder

and burn

in case there’s no grace in rejection

asunder,

we yearn

with affection yet take this direction

we thunder

we churn

but it’s natural selection

going under

I learn

taste your confection

no defection or concern of erection

nothing stern

the dissection of this section

this beautiful distraction

no case of inaction

no apprehension nor distension

no alienation nor failing patience

no dissention or hypertension

upon summation no abstraction or correction of the perfection

but you face an equation in place of sedation

with no exaggeration

or protestation

or manipulation

this is was our creation

let us just say, Damn …

About a pig

I read a book once

maybe twice or a hundred times

damn, I own the first edition, you know?

about this pig, this fabulous pig

and the soft voice he hears in the night

of Charlotte breathing the words that saves his bacon

weaving his salvation with arachnid insight

bringing all into her web, garnering the support of the caring

not all of them vegetarians, I presume

yet they spare him from the roast

isn't that beautiful?

Multifacet

there is light

fractured through saline distorted prisms

bent in unfocused colors on their scale

but peeking through as a rainbow in the distance

this is a jewel of thought

that the bloody shards under foot

can be swept up

feet and mind to heal

and that light still bent in colors

shows the facets of diamond

Empathy

I understand the man on the tower

rifle, bullets and a day's worth of sandwiches

pressurecooker of a thousand lifetimes

the voices screaming for reason

as they take their hold

their toll

but I will not climb that ladder with you

I know the heart of the child

who opens up on his classmates in a hail of metal death

exacting revenge for slights real or imagined

taking them out like a game

though it is no game

your ostracism makes you my comrade

though I will not help you pull your triggers

likewise, I intimately embrace you with your handful of pills

your inward-pointed pistol

your coil of rope

your leap to selfish freedom

you are my brother or sister

but please understand that there is no joining you

I will not be your Jonestown

drinking the poison of mutual ending

because against all odds I possess something

you sadly do not

Hope.

re: Reincarnation

in the voice of God, I imagine believing

is the coming home of a youth

the fear leaving

soul searing whiteness of truth

the lucidity of greaving

in the Spring we're all absolute

life anew, no time for bereaving

Layers of the Boy

Watch me now, as I peel apart

the layers between

that wrap my heart

and as I start

to let it flow

to know to grow to let it show

I’ll reach within and reach without

to finally know what it’s about

begin an inquiry to get it out

listen: I’ve traveled so far but stayed so close

redundant resemblance, but upped the dose

take it from me as one who knows

that it’s abundant connection that mends the flow

but the time has come to let it go

this rhyme’s a crime and I think it blows

but… let’s look at the boy, put him in the light

find out why he chose to wander the night!

to climb the fence turn left from right

it’s time to make sense bereft of sight

there was no plan there was no fight

he could have done anything, and then take his flight

but here he sits, a thing of fright

for such a smart boy he’s just not too bright

playing with words will they touch his soul?

dig the boy out from such a hole?

cajole his goal from life’s rich toll?

some believe it’s easy to think that he’s near whole

one bright shiny object away from his goal

…so…

the boy’s an onion yeah that’s my heart

now witness the layers flying apart

you think I write in circles but I write like I’m smart

read between the lines you’ll find the boy begins my start

Swell

with the exception of strings

you are my guitar

visualize this with me

all curves

rise to rush upward to the first dip

like a wooden skin rollercoaster

an E ticket ride

where my arms fit perfectly to the arch

wrapped around you in attentive strength

fingers strumming in rhythm to your hips

which can never lie

they never lie

rise and fall of your soundboard

rushing up to meet me

this is mine

the warmth emanates from journey

tracing a musical path, different each moment

rising up in crescendo, sings to me

amplifies in surging waves

as it traces in fullness to a point, or two

and corresponds to applied magic

have you noticed how my fingers correspond to your neck?

in silent mastery I apply the pressure that makes you breathe

or stuns you in quiet appreciation

as I tune your zenith

pinnacle of perfection

and when reaching this beautiful crown

begs to begin again in key!

Connection

I can feel your thread

stronger than mere gossimer

maybe not quite as shiny

but touching my soul nonetheless

there are those who espouse universal interconnectedness

don't know if I buy that

but I feel your thread

vibrating this web so that I sense your presence

and rush to meet you halfway

all eight arms of my arachnid life waving welcome

like Charlotte in her love for Wilbur

with her sweet, soft voice of comfort

I listen to yours

your presence is welcome to me

and I'll try not to shatter this thread

but to strengthen it in beautiful connection

More fun with Haiku

KEXP rocks
the best music in the world
tune ninety point three

must keep listening
do not want to miss a thing
eclectic music

man, what a station!
more music that truly matters
thank God for archives

Stevie Zoom at night
some seriously spacy shit
I love you brother!

...

I feel the possibility of you

yet ripening before me

fruit for the feeding

each seed a muse, an awakening, an expansion

spreading rhizome-like in verdant connectivity

binding you to me

as we unpeel to expose the core of this experience or that

each uncovering showing more of what is real

and reasonable

I taste each segment, hoping for the sweetest

the healthiest

I see this fruit for what it is, you see too

and am willing to open myself to it

to test the potential for poison or purpose

and by the knowing; by the very reaching for it

experience its very nature

I'll know, believe me

though I could write a poem about what I don't

or don't want to

but I reach for the possibility of this

that in the very reaching; in the consuming thereof

all is blessed...

Fun with Haiku

Welcome to my blog
I am thrilled to see you here
please fasten seat belt


with your arms stretched wide
I walk through your open door
am I welcome here?


cold Black Butte Porter
When a Stranger Calls sucked
thank God for more beer


About Wednesday
Big Head Todd & the Monsters
Oh, Issaquah!


I should go to bed
or perhaps a late night snack
do you deliver?

Song of David

imagine a circle, if you will

within lies a cross, a plus, or two intersecting lines

or a bull’s-eye

somehow I am in your range, your sights and scope

staring right down your barrel

how many times you've pulled the trigger

yet within these crosshairs, better yet crossroads

I've felt your saline tears splitting fractals to light my way

I've felt your tugging at my sleeve much kinder than my old doorman

a different beckoning

and it makes me want to turn to you

comforted by arms wide in precious relief

and feel your kindest smile upon me

your whisper upon me in grace

as I cry in my wilderness, this man's voice

this song of David

every time I've turned away

you've never turned around

I am in those crosshairs, crossroads, cross of changes

and in these changes I reach for you, my Mentor

in you I seek my solace, my salve, my salvation

and bury myself in you

so that when I emerge anew

I will have touched glory

Gratitude

I know that I write seemingly incessantly about loss, a sense of loneliness, the temporal nature of relationships. In most of my words lie a longing for the opposite, though. I crave connection, the holding of hands, the kind words spoken and meant. I bask in this, soaking the warmth as life. In my words I'm not only complaining or exclaiming... In my mind's eye my arms are open wide, wanting so badly to be yours, in the most holistic sense of Your's possible.

I am not a recluse, a curmudgeon, a loner, a rebel, a tortured soul out of touch or not wanting touch. I write for me; I write for you. I want you to see me, and in that sight still find me worthy.

This is my prayer: that you will open your own arms to me too, always...

New HaiKu

Hi, you have been missed

Welcome new evolution!

Please come out to play…

For a Time

Embracing higher ground
to rise above the flood of drama
to pick my way along the road less traveled
I hope to see you there
with your flashlight and road map and good company
it's funny like that; how we meet within God's timetable
one holding the flashlight for the other
so that we can both see and avoid the potholes...
and we travel this path for a while together
gratefully at least one the navigator
like a compass at the crossroads
spiritually and literally speaking

Because I don't like to walk alone
and often the sun won't shine
the dark sigh of counsel gone
leaving me like a blind man in a cul-de-sac
wondering which way is out
travelling in travails until struck by a semi truck
and the light's out for good
no, please, I am grateful for your companionship
and do not take it lightly as if easily replaced
it is good to have you here
and I can feel your warmth, and sometimes your heat
like a fire provides comfort and safety
and lights the way to that higher ground
to that road less traveled
where though I do walk alone you are there too
for awhile, at least
and though I have little faith that we will finish this journey together
it may be that we'll never walk together on this road again
still you've held open a door to something different
I will treasure the light of your way for all of my days
because this is the path I have chosen

Different Door

in a seemingly endless cycle of seasons

I've come around full circle

towards the richness of a dream

broke free of the Doorman(hyperlink)

to walk through a different door

now a manageable pain

without the need of false relief

no solace in the smothering blanket

once thought as warm

but shivering in cold

I cannot find the rewind button

cannot take back what's done

cannot hide behind inky black tar

that's only darkness anyhow

in this season I step willingly towards light

to bask in its true warmth

and can only hope

and pray

that you'll not judge me harshly

because I am not the same

Vanessa

moments from years

over the course of a lifetime

that we've connected

a woman-in-training

I’ll see your shining face

looking forward in genetic reflection

and hopefully smiling

I wrote about you in Cut

but don’t really think of you like that

I’d rather see your grace

though we can talk about it all

it’s about time, my tribe

we’ll be at depth when you breathe permission

but in the meanwhile the fridge is packed

and the ink’s on Broadway

waiting for skin

or pierced

because there’s blood Here

and I'm glad you're home amongst the loved

I hope you experience it

because there's a ferry to catch

and shows to see

world-famous bisquits and gravy

and good people who want to meet you

to see the art in you

from me?

gratefully more days in a lifetime

thank you for your shining face

and thank the All for your intelligence and wit

looking forward in genetic reflection

I'm smiling

and internally dancing like a fool

because you’re mine

I didn't know...

How incredibly interesting

that we love

what we can't have

what we can't know

what's just out of reach

despite our best intentions

we are sucked in even though

as if looking for the trap to jump into

so that when we've held it in the palms of our hands

and even laid it down as a sacrifice

to be carved into God knows what

we yet crave more

and the farther away

the more elusive

the more we love

isn't that strange?

that discontentment with the joy we have

or had

or could have had

that somehow it is flawed

and just not good enough

the beauty right before our eyes

turns as to dust by our neglect

and only when it blows away

do we chase it like fools

Rose

A friend told me to take it slow
to stop awhile, come smell a rose
beside the stream where she still goes
a bud, a vine, a rosepatch grows

I stopped and sat amongst the vine
breathed in pleasure's sweetened wine
a sumptious meal for all to dine
I thought to take, but it wasn't mine

To spend day bent over flower
filled with fragrance felt within
vines cling about with bursts of power
new petals emerge, a life begins

A rose is more than flower and vine
stamen, petal or dewdrop still
a heady essence of colour divine
a creation of life, it's terms fulfilled

Blues

Listen to the blues
KPLU Saturday nights
slide guitar, soul-to-soul bass
voices crying a thousand saltstreams

I love the blues
emotion expended
sweat of a lifetime
tragic loneliness, lost love, cheating hearts
a musical cry for help

I listen to the blues
I was blue
my lips were death-blue
soul ice blue
but not now
still blue, but with a tinge of other colours
reds and powder blues
with some magenta
blues hues

The Portal

Passing through time's portal
I look back unto my own
'tis no place for simple mortal
a dark, forbidding zone
pausing briefly between moments passed
turned inside out in pain
mobbed by all my people massed
I could not wash this stain
longing for my throat laid bare
in penance do I give
lifted up the throngs did cheer
and blessed me long to live

The King

And now for something a little fluffier...



There before bewildered eyes was him, behold, The King
Mutton chops and poofydoo top he locked his legs to sing
white jumpsuit dazzling sequins, I reached for him to touch
the crowd went in hysterics when he Thanked you very much

I said "Elvis, where'd you come from? I thought that you were gone!"
But here you are like a Vegas star just bursting into song!
He said "Alan baby it's been like gravy to be off with far-off friends"
It wasn't a crock the King of Rock had been with aliens...

Now I know that some have seen him at the local Tastee Freez
he serves em cones and nachos as he pushes money keys
but here's The King before me and it's him, Oh God, it's him!
I think I need a sedative cuz I've edged over the rim...

So if an Elvis sighting comes and you doubt the tabloid press
I tell you man say what you can but disregard the rest
cuz he's the guy who touched the sky while posing as a junkie
and the voice that sings might just be The King
or a slurpee selling flunky.

Ok

it is truly amazing, this healing thing we do
as a man, my nature to obliviate, to wash away, to stand stoic
I prefer the woman's way
a webbed network of threads, I'm fond of saying
as you reach out in outreach
connecting to as much empathy and information as you can support
I have discovered this blessing, this nurturing
strength through vulnerability
power through submission
understanding through ignorance
revealing this precious woman gift while uncovering the man
apparently the secret to the universe involves dark chocolate
thank God you knew that
and I have learned that it's about paradigm
that loss is only part of the equation
and a skewed part at that
that I got to experience, and experience well
so that the loss serves as a regulator
its valves open and close towards balance
so that I did not explode nor left wanting
an equlibrium, a center, a perspective
that allows for momentum instead of cold shock paralysis
"Thank You" seems appropriate.

The Holy

Why’d they refuse you entry?

Cat, they just don’t understand

you’re my brother, but hell they let me in

Salaam, my brother Yusef

I have always loved you

even when you went away

but Shine, Shine, Shine…

we just don’t respect your pilgrimage

your holy trip

it’s always set you apart

you’ve always had second sight

and I’ve loved you for it

been in love with you

since forever

before you went to Mecca

before you had tea with your tillerman

before you teased the firecat

before you offered Buddha his chocolate

and now especially since

I’ve drunk your wine, my brother

I love you so much

you bring me to God, to your Allah

Shine, Shine, Shine

Green Pt II

I’ve been told that I compartmentalize my world

and by extension yours

sectioned into semi-manageable chunks

each with its own ingredients, spice and taste

a recipe that melds all together to make the meal

for good or for bad this is my world

seeming chaos but making its sense in its way

at least for now

but I’ve experienced a new flavor

primordial

wild

earthen

so elemental and so complex

it almost defies description for this wordsmith

but not quite

raw

succulent

moist

familiar and completely different

I provoke my taste buds for more

inciting a riot within that screams for quenching

and finds itself insatiable

I can bury myself in this

blissful eyes closed in glory

until the last flavor fades

faded glory

because I see that this dish

this perfect, obedient but wild new spice

can belong to another recipe

changing the flavor

locking my lips out

green as an artichoke in their jealousy

because this flavor fills my mouth

soon to be separated by another’s

Cut

what does that feel like, to open yourself like that?

is it cathartic?

to feel something?

anything at all?

because you’re so full of pain?

that there is no room for more?

that it will come out somehow?

to release your demons?

or release your soul?

why is it that I act out?

and you act in?

won’t you stop, my baby?

I’ll buy you all the pizzas you want

I’ll do anything for you

a n y t h i n g

to stop your flow

before it drowns you

Haiku - Blank Page

This was a blank page

until these words came along

read between the lines

Haiku

When we locked our lips

it was our infinity

for just a moment

"Nothing's Perfect"

“Nothing’s perfect”

I thought, firing in a judgmental way

what makes it so?

or so not?

the error, the misdeed

the regret, the inoperative rewind button

the failures, the marred triumphs

the spilled milk, the dumped plate

the bruise, the bones, the cancer

“Nothing’s perfect”

I thought, turning to a brighter shade of pale

the winnings, the deeds

the embrace, the present

the future

the grace, the gratitude

the orgasm, the healing

“Nothing’s perfect”

Ok, it’s all about paradigm

Dichotomy

It's a quandry
that it should seem like enough
that there is so much
loving cup overflowing
streaming live to fill it up
enough for all
and then some
seeming like nectar, or sap reached fruition
drinking it in like we will die without
seemingly insatiable
therein the dichotomy
how even filled up fat we yet crave more
more...
freely given & recieved
more & more & more
and more...
as it bursts, colouring everything everywhere
to be redistributed and consumed again

Haiku - Bisquits and Gravy

Bisquits and gravy

it is rib-sticking goodness

pork, flour and milk!

Evolve

Can I touch you from the inside

where the lizard brain meets live synapse

firing forward in perfect order of understanding

and makes sense within a nanosecond

each spark a conduit of connection

a recognition

a light bulb moment

to reach back to me

where the enlightenment evolves

and intuition proves itself

and the all is the one

a perfect melding

dialed in to the clearest frequency

bluetooth for the soul

My First Reader Comment!

You gave me feedback
and joy lifted up my soul
you are very cool

_______

Taco Bell for lunch
Cheesy gordita and Coke
Think I'll throw up now

_______

Digging Street Haiku
Like Haiku Slam for the mass
No brain drain here folks

More crappy Haiku

I should be working
But why should I begin now?
Is it five o'clock?

____

Working is such hell
Oh where is my trust fund check?
Must go shopping now.

____

Can I cook you food?
Maybe stuffed pork ternderloin
With apples and rum.

_____

Wait no nix the pork
Don't you crave chicken pot pie?
You can make the crust!

_____

MMMM, chicken pot pie
with buttery crispy crust
maybe no carrots...

_____

I can Haiku all day
can I get paid to do this?
that would be awesome...

_____

This is getting bad
Hmmm, Haiku Anonymous?
Hi, my name is Al...

Need Not Be

creating a void where none need exist

subsist

resisting

the warmth which desires to fill

to fulfill

the hole that was…

is…

but need not be

yet is.

why?

An old comrade trying to help, maybe

Whispering in his hedonistic enticement

shivers my soul

beckoning like my doorman, I say

I can always taste it

like it’s radar

the desire to please, vice versa

consumes me

draws me in

to the next greatest thing

filling that vortex

that draws out the end

in ever-widening spirals

until finally, as the last thing in the universe is consumed

when insatiable spatiality touches all

rushes all

black hole personified

to fill the need

coming back to me

because it always does

but need not be

This is my last one
The words they fill up my night
Note to self: must sleep

Come back to bed, Love
So much more joy to explore
Pleasures plethora

A new addiction
Back off don't try to stop me
Got to keep writing...

Wait I want some more
Is not hurting anyone
Wordplay freak of mine

4th Haiku

I play with Haiku
But I think my technique sucks
Yet still this shit's fun

3rd Haiku

Do we stand or kneel?
Dominate Subjugation
We take turns you see

2nd Haiku

I think we create
windows through paradigm views
clearly clear or not

My 1st Haiku

This is poor Haiku
But I mean no harm
cuz I'm having fun

A treatise on Purple

At 2 am suddenly I'm inspired by the new colours of some of my walls. I feel like writing, & before I know it it's really, really late. First the Purple poem, then a bunch of wannabe Haikus. Here's the Purple poem, & above is a few of the Haikus.

Purple

I believe the deepest colour

vibrant vibe flows

to my mind's eye, my very cortex

resting there alive, powerful, gentle

radiating within and without

a dichotomy of cool heat

paradox of purple

puzzling, wouldn't you say?

this mystery of tint

in any depth of shade

any Pantone^© choice

it's All good, All gorgeous

this melding of Blues and Reds

and its effect upon me and maybe you

moves me to words

but transcends any

Purple Power, baby.

Life as Art

introspective1@gmail.com

A word,,,

Thanks for coming to my blog; a space where I can post the words I've put on paper, now into the nethervoids of the World Wide Web. Please be gentle. Please give me props if you post my poems anywhere. Please know that they're all copyrighted & I will hunt you down like a dog & kill you if you disrespect that. I know you. I know where you live. I haven't taken my medication in a long, long time. Just kidding, but I will be angry, & you will be short of money.
Love,
Life as Art

Perfect Meditation II

writing for me is all content

a perfect meditation

it’s better than…

it’s better than sedation

cuz when putting mind to words

the feelings flow so true

they speak of strange and precious things

I want to say to you

but it’s better yet that when I write

my heart out while it pours

that when the pen it does take flight

I’ve opened up your doors.

Strings

strumming harmonic happiness

the strings all dance for me

playing to the angels round us music they can see

octaves range in pitch of what my fingers feel

in the space of sequential collusion strings spell what is real

in my arms the probed seduction takes off at a chord

we’ll say quite all we need to now without the spoken word

you’re a part of my existence in your perfect woman’s form

I’ve noticed no rejection from your polished wooden warmth

when all about is hatred bickering and strife

I hold you in my loving arms since 8 you’ve been my lfe

a crystal clear perception of what I can portray

your love is like a vacuum taking me away

Who?

who?

who am I?

I am who

true to myself

true to you

not easily tossed on your shelf

not merely a Wandering Jew

possibly loved by many

hated by few

opened wide open

hope beyond hoping

you’ll see me

for who I am

What?

Seen you long time coming round

touch me as I touch the ground

don’t need to make a sound

don’t need you to be bound

What’d you come here for?

Can’t you see I’m burning?

All about’s a time of change

hold still now I rearrange

clearing mind clearing strange

‘nother chapter turn the page

What you want from me?

Can’t you see I’m learning?

Seeing straight I see you now

touch me as I touch the ground

twisted circle coming round

What you want me for?

Can’t you see I’m hurting?

Yin and Yang it’s all the same

it’s been all a foolish game

I can see you’re not to blame

you can see I’m not too tame

Why not touch you now?

Can’t you see it’s wanting?

The Electrician

sparking through thin insulation consolation

your voltage electrifies my coils

I am the transformer

reformer conformer

reverting converting averting into useful energy

synergy

intimate knowledge of your conduit

shrieking power

I am the electrician

wiring firing inspiring

your system

We are the powerplant

providing subsiding residing beside

the harnessed energy

synergy

We are the fused

appliance alliance

needing both

to never be

shorted

Tattoo

I want a tattoo

a man climbing an impregnable mountain

or mind-blown freaking into the nothingness

Edvard Munch’s Scream

I want a tattoo

your name carved upon my flesh

my blood sacrifice

but what when it’s obsolete?

an engraved reminder of artistry gone awry

yeah I want a tattoo

a man scarred ripped asunder

sown back together

better than before

Mary Shelley’s Monster

didn’t he die at the end?

Tattoo me pierced as you please

a smile etched upon redeemed flesh

smoking reds and violet explosions

of a chance grabbed clung to heart

a phoenix resurrected from a handmade grave

to rise and smile upon the vision

of a lifebird who flies again

Sickness

sickness sickness darkness depth

draw me nearer unto death

progressed from simple to it’s breadth

exploring moldy edges.

wrapped around insanity’s marrow

dizzying imagined prodded plea

towards an end increasingly narrow

a dark and jaded sea

till at last I gasp for air

eyes filled tears of truth aware

for I am here and you are there

and there’s everything left to do…

Resurrected

like a Phoenix from the ashes

evolved single cell to man

a cocoon unravels silken thread

I come to you emerged

crisp and new the first day dawning

seeking joy of what was less

seeking laughter ever dormant

art, passion, alpha waves storming

what a difference details forming

new as the moment enters

in this I’m born again

Mercy

MERCY ME

voice cries out to the wind to be shoved back

IN MY FACE

streaked by sandblasted time an endless

PROCESS

nightmaresque mindless voic

DROP

warmth lost in frozen anger vented

AT MYSELF

reluctant spindled daydreams of inattention

MERCY ME

Meld

wings spread wide I came inside

taste the pleasure meld

skilled parry of sword became our lord

pure fragrance long after held

blessed hours we flew as locked with glue

till exhaustion took its toll

endless explosion

then erosion

rocks my very soul

Jet City Town

in a purple tint burnt fire

of a window seen sunset

shared by two inspired

just before met

something holds the colours

in the evercrimson sky

tint of two hearts beating

sienna as the day’s-end prize

lovers awestruck serene

sucked deep by infinite power

more real than any dream

the blossom of any flower

this we took in mind’s remberance

this picture inside me now

an hour of peaceful assemblance

paint my jet city town

If You Will

seeking a seldom seeming serious theme

I struggle with what it means to be

a traveler in this state’s reality

a student if you will

prancing a practiced prisoner’s pose

bigger than you

smarter than most

feel a thing can’t let it show

a poseur if you will

in here there is no sympathy

a land devoid of empathy

to feel and live what I must see

a wailing wall if you will

the music that I’ve come to know

irony’s edge

a razor’s blow

a tune outstretched to flow

listen if you will

Blinded

crystallized fractal points of light

blinding daylight from the night

blocks my left turns make them right

and paves the way to what?

burning shouts of molten steel

decibel guides to what’s perhaps real

deafening delirium notes to feel

sonar guides to you

sense sensitive nerve ends send the charge

lets me touch the world at large

flying hurtling toward the stars

painfully back to them

Green

cuz I know what I’ve seen

but I’ve lost my dream

yet I know

I feel green

cuz I’d lost my way

and I feel it’s not real

cuz I’ve seen too much

and I’m flushed I can feel

though I’ve lost my way from you

and I want what you need cuz I’ve seen your heat

and I burn in your flame

spoken thoughts desire

will you scream out my my name

in your flame?

cuz I’ve felt your sweet, sweet release

come to me and we’ll find

a way to rewind

back to the dream like it seemed

will you shine your light to me?

so I can see

where I’ve come from

round to you

Gift

precious holy inseparable

peeled apart

like a fruit

each section tasted

brushing webs

that hide a thousand deaths

turned the skeletons

exposed to me

expose to me

the fear embrace

melting under a million truth-watts

ideals blown to the wind

a cognitive choice

my friend

precious holy inseparable

what is worth more?

Breathe

breathe well my hope

long distance flash of fire

crossed paths of infinite equations

to stalk my mind long distance

breathe heat my desire

alive in awakened prayer

awake in stirrings

that which was

is and is to be

breathe deep my time

gentle voice of reason

echoing the sanity of a million years

making this generation of transition brighter

breathe well that sanity’s joy

foretold by thousands who pass before me

who have lived the greatest gift

breathe hope and heat and time and sanity

I breathe you again

Queen's Alchemy

venus eyes saline pearls

your perfect salt

I lick it off

tongue tip tracing

silhouette lovers grace

salt to sugar

acid to gold

queen’s alchemy

lovers atomist embrace

fertile sun tongued arena

tracing the pleasure of your sigh

stone melts to liquid sand

glacier to river

queen’s alchemy

The Circle

violetmisted satiate weaves the owl’s mind

faced raised courtesy I smile at the seldom seen

through sparked sparkled amazement

bound by freedom released by choice

the circle fires again

never growing cold

windswept mindsweep strange becomes ancient

what was is so shall be

the endless dance

spiral dance

destiny of ageless form

again to be retold

Flux

flux

sometimes a state of tremble -indecision- no peace resembled
can stand between the goals of your desire
at times a fate dissembled –bad religion- faithless assemble
can grant your dream a hole devoid of fire

can you persevere with patience creeping slowly towards the station?
is it possible to wait for what is whole?
to blind revere the latent creeping steadily with singular patience
you’ll scramble with a purpose to your role

like a runner’s rush you’ll follow –adrenaline rising- hard to swallow
the power of a well-chosen stride
like a mourner’s hush it’s sorrow –toward the end- victory’s hollow
a passion consumed by our pride

so slug-like oozing forward like a soldier towards the tower
we strive towards paper engraved by the dead
and when at last we see we have enough to be thought free
it’s a stifled shell-shocked silence mind your head

Raindrop

speck of life magnified under soulcleansing raindrop

as if anything could hide

under its gaze

my life torques under the raindrop

magnified a million times

clear and concise

swirling in a vortex pattern

like piss down a drain

drawn into introspection

inspected under the raindrop

held magnified

a freak of plan

a change in the blueprint

screaming to be seen in the eyes of the architect

yet all that can be done

is done

under the raindrop

Extension

extension

wide palms spread spirit

high held you embrace

my soul

like a raven who flies at moonlight

looking to her turn

taking you for a dance

twirling tripping the starglow

balanced by the wire

of extension

enchanted chants

atoms implode

born anew

again my friend

lover

taking the form of the all

split to become the all

when mixed to refresh love’s nature

pulsed through heartbeats

while dancing the rhythm of our soul

The Doorman

“come on in”

shouted the doorman

tugging at my sleeve

tripping over tongue

searing heat of recognition

pulse explodes into hummingbird beat

blood fills every nuance

crevice

the tube to my heart

miles of road to fill me

like the doorman’s embrace

beckoning to tip his hat

to guide me in

to blackhole scream

smiling through sharpened teeth

ether laughing acid tears

“come on in”

whispers the doorman

as I glare threateningly

in mock intimidation

glaring white

china white

white pain

loves me like the doorman

who hates my guts