A phantom love,
Once felt,
In a lost dream,
Cloaks itself,
In the eyes,
Of an infidel,
Staring at me,
Like destiny,
To a sinister wish,
I try to reach for,
The fading stars,
Spread across galaxies,
And withering black holes,
Of fire works,
Swallowed in the sky,
Bursting on our tongues,
Like an inexplicable feeling,
For so long,
I have passed days,
Passing time,
Fooling the heart,
To fall in love,
With all that,
No longer remains,
Your touch fades,
In the carcass of memory,
Your scent follows,
The lingering wishes
I create scenarios
In a world of make belief,
I keep picturing,
You to be with me,
And just before,
I open my eyes
I take the final leap,
And fall into your arms,
I am with you,
In between the rain drops,
Reading poetry,
Submerged in coffee,
Writing vows,
On our skins,
I try to decipher,
The meaning,
Of impermanent,
For every inch of me
Now resembles,


Dream State

My hands fit in the space in the small of your back
My fingers gently grazing your skin
I don’t want this moment to ever end
This intimate connection between two strangers
Who were brought together by pure dumb luck

But when I close my eyes and imagine you sleeping next to me
You’re gone
And this was just a dream


My pain could write a thousand poems
Or break a thousand hearts
It could shatter someone’s very soul
Into a thousand parts

My love could heal a thousand wounds
It could span a thousand skies
It would gladly to stop to wipe the tears
From a thousand different eyes

My love and pain: they go to war
They are forces that refuse to yield
They fight until my heart is sore
For my life is now a battlefield

To My Younger Self

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Love’s Hunger

I’m hungry.
Not for food.
Oh, no no no…

I’m hungry…
For you…
I want you.
I want your hugs.
I want your kisses.

I want to hold your hand.
I want to touch your face.
I want to stare into your deep brown eyes…

I want to go back to the past…
I want to feel your love again…
I want to call you mine again…

I fear this hunger for you,
Will never fade.
It will only get worst.

I’ll be starving for you…
And I’ll never be able to quench this hunger…

Blue Light

If I could have just a fraction
Of that great light that shines in you
I’d set off a chain reaction
And turn these grey skies into blue
I would, but no

Your light is not mine to borrow
I’ll have to find some other way
I’ll keep these dreams till tomorrow
Till I know how to make you stay
Or let you go

Should I just learn to be lonely?
Is that the path I’m meant to take?
Would I be happy to roam free,
Or would it cause my heart to break?
I still don’t know

Will I be doomed to remember
Every day that you were with me
Our promises of December
All those plans that we made falsely
When time was slow

September came and we shattered
The leaves turned brown and we turned blue
In my world, only you’ve mattered
The only light I’ve known is you
Please… please don’t go


There flies the unyielding wind
Over the lanterns of fire
They whisk and curl and ring for peace–
Zip and cry in the night

There lies the old and new
Shifting in the flames
Ashes dancing in the sky
To greet the wavering stars

I am the one that lives in the breadth
Of all changes
I am a chrysalis
Of citrine and amber

My roots know the deepest fathoms of the earth
My canopy knows the tallest heights.

Poetic Rhyme

Later paint these images in giant rectangles
Slowly melt away into a salt and pepper party
Relax all your thoughts and jump deep into your mind
Feel that the end is near but maybe I am just unclear
This red truck has the firepower of a thousand stinging bumblebees
These towers keep collapsing from within
Explosions radiate the skin
Each moment so opportune in making good things happen
Wasting self away into an egolessness venture
No good or bad can come from this
The world has yet to see
The beauty of my springfield light
The purity of white snowflakes
Melting firmly on the ground surrounded bounded hounded to the grave
I hear all the people say
“What’s she doing with this time?”
I’m just spitting out these rhymes
Finding beauty in the moment to the rhythm of an omen
Desperately awake for one more chance at being happy
Crawling on these bruised knees, answers for resentment,
It’s a New Testament,
To utter divine protection,
The whips and the bees collide to make the branches smaller
The roots are dug from underneath the hard rock earth and soil
If you find yourself intoxicated,
Know where help is near,
Keep your spirits mighty strong
By thanking the unknown
For all its kindness goodness grace
I see a pattern on her face
Reflecting sunlight in her eyes
Distort the color brown to green,
I’ll find you again soon
I know this to be true
I’ll wait here till apocalyptic times degenerate you
I’ll pull you out of slumber and take you to neverland
Where we can live prosperous, unduly escaping the grips of all our social chains,
The fire within breathes its hydrogen bomb gulp
It waits for a minute before settling back down,
Quietly assessing the right moment to attack,
Possessing one determination,
Destination operation,
Perspiration, declaration,
Masquerading fur coats as innocent hardware,
Pennilessly drawing out a map for tomorrow,
Potent as the core of earth,
Leave it to the lava lamps
To render all our atmosphere
impeccable seclusion of decisive final statements
There’s no one around to judge me for who I am
For I have already taken my enemy’s kingdom
To a place where pentagons float on the walls and everywhere inside there is lost and there’s comfort,
Leading you astray,
Or perhaps back to bay,
All those dudes will pay,
So do not dismay and take the new day in the mightiest way,
Remember that the omen points for happiness to come in May
Astrological compulsory heroism blocked,
Trained by his best friend how to fight and fight right
Eventually all will follow him in his footsteps,
But I believe divine decree will lead me to more kindness,
A chance at survival in the strength of an idol,
A karmic display of bad luck from past lives,
A misuse of magic to hurt and entice,
The master of cells holding each and every key,
The wholesome good fight powerfully justified
Lucid as a nightmare, separate from reality
A consciousness emerging from the stillness of my body,
An equilibrium of mind and spirit tranquilizing into one,
And dear when I miss you, do you miss me too?
Are we both just waiting for the other to make a move?
Will history repeat itself intensely on the grand stage?
Or will the tide of life alternate past the bread of love
All you single ladies keep your heads up above,
You know you’re enough for someone to deserve you
Don’t ever deny that your soul carries strength,
Greater in size than any previously met,
Divinely organized complex as parting energy
Herald the underdog who makes it out alive,
They won’t always thrive but their mind at least won’t take a dive,
Lunar eclipses follow me to the next life,
Let us set sail and prepare to sing
Sing beautiful words from the pits of your soul
Crying out each tune from some forgotten melody
Pulled from my subconscious in the moment as I mark it down,
Singing each note and rhyming each beat,
Who’d have known that lightning strikes could sound so beautiful?
Beaten like a dead horse
My voice becomes hoarse,
I’m asked politely to use force,
In order to complete this course
Traveling around the earth like a spindle in a toybox
Promising togetherness in waves of rushing Equinox
Listen to the temples for the answers of the world
Desensitize yourself from pain to see Akashik secrets
Hello, how are you, goodbye??
Well nice knowing you,
Funny how we get along,
Playing with ourselves among
The interior crusading wall
One by one remove it all
Listen to these litigators,
Tell them what they need.
Show them to the answers of all their wildest dreams.
Correctly fixate strings of alphanumerical information
Policy of mine advised to transform every day
In every way
Even if I’m a little gay,
At least I can enjoy a lay
The curse of sexual shame bonding us all to gross suppression
Of basic hormonal impulses fighting to take clear of salt,
Where are you taking me Master?
Have we ever walked this deep into the woods?
What if we get lost and cannot find our way back?
Should we give up now and restart again tomorrow?
The mentor answers solidly
There is no time to wait,
The existence of your fate
Is to open up this gate,
And let the devil take the bait
Pineal stimulation causing my heart to peel its slander
Noticing my enemies and laughing them away,
Knowing what they hate in me is what they hate in themselves too
Jealousy or envy,
Greed and deceit,
Naked in a nudist pool
Evening Christmas Eve
This time is not bought,
It’s what enlightenment sought,
To carry pathways leading forward
Perched upon a golden eagle
Sending metta to my people,
Practicing my jailhouse antics,
Lighting up a storm of cloudy
Girls between the lobby doors,
Trusting in appreciation of ghoulish behavior,
The crazier you are the more susceptible you are
To the ever passing by of different realms aligned with ours,
Subdivide your consciousness and lucid dream to uncover the secrets that truly lie within
Then learn to exit the body,
Not stressing loss of control,
Just loosely basing off my patrol
To walk through the astral realm,
At least I feel at home,
Where the spirits gather around
And terminate me with their pointy fingers,
Ragged unclothed exposed dejection
These spirits weren’t friends, they were all out to get me,
Feeling humiliated,
Refusing to go down
Collecting information round
My eyes and lips and throat
To better trust my gut,
Do not lay out your trust to someone who might take it for granted,
You don’t want to end up feeling used, wasted, and hated
So come home,
I’ll tell you how I feel right now
I feel like I can’t be anyone without you
You are all that holds me up
You are all that shines on through
You are all I truly care for
You inspire me to live
What I wouldn’t do for you,
Trying to get control of you,
Losing my grip on all that remained,
From innocence birth has renewed in my palm
From there it will sparkle and next moment gone
The trees are communicating what it means to stand and pray,
Life purely formed to absorb and produce,
An unsubstantial energy causing all our illusions,
Of a tragic materialistic society in ruins,
Will all its followers take a bow with me?
I am ready to give up but also prepared to fight
For I believe that one must do what they know to be right
And even when one isn’t doing what they think is right,
Every moment is blessing for gratitude,
Forgiveness is up in the air.
So sit in your ruthlessly undefinable chairs,
I know how to fix you and I am prepared,
But you might not want that,
I might even fail,
No matter what happens,
I’ll fall back and feel safe,
Running off a cliff in socks,
These realms appear to all have locks,
Potentially driving martyrs to death,
Making them beg to their very last breath,
Grounded in my own skin for the elevation of my kin,
Pass along what you see with your eyes and your ears,
Share the world with a great big joyous smile.
Wait for dawn to erupt with a disappointing wake up,
Back to reality it seems to always be.
The dull draining reality we suck up on TV,
Our phones an addiction to escaping the stillness of mind,
Intimidated by correct fatherless figures,
Listen to your bones,
Pray with your ears
Pulsate with your mouth,
And let the energy divine sweep you right off your feet,
I’m hoping in time that you and I will one day meet.
And we will splash our hands together,
Embrace the incoming stormy weather,
Fall into its leaves and roses
Unlike the victims with their broken noses,
Recognize scent as integral to development,
Find the source of your deepest pain,
Feel the pain whole,
Feel your body’s pain without suppressing or ignoring it.
If you just let it linger then it will stay there forever.
But if you ground yourself into this moment,
You take your entire body with you,
And the pain is from the past,
All that dirt is unnecessary to your happiness today.
Just remember throughout the day,
Feel your body come what may,
Expect to see different results,
As misery coincides lack of awareness,
And connecting to your body is the ultimate awareness,
For what else composes your flesh?

Love & Life

Life’s a series
Of mistakes
Of missteps
Of false fronts
Of beautiful blunders

You fall and flounder
You lose and learn
You slide and stumble
Life’s a circular path
That brings you back
To where you started

It’s a walk through darkness
Without a glimpse of light
You never seem to know
Where you’re headed,
You just know
It’s probably not good

But love …

Love’s a series
Of corrections
Of clean slates
Of fresh paint
Of absolved debt

Love’s a million happy endings
That make up
For the previous
Billion shitty ones
Love’s a dance to a beat
You never stop humming
It’s a Get Out of Jail Free card
With a pulse and a smile

Love’s not a reward
For a life
Love’s a result
Of a life


She has galaxies under Her skin.
Flashes of starlight and fire,
explode from the melody of Her laugh.
Her smile.
Purple promises draw me closer,
endless tomorrows,
the smell of rain,
the crunch of Autumn leaves sparking
red and orange under bare flesh.
I’m floating.
Held only by strands of silk ghosting my lids,
the taste of a November bonfire on my lips.
The air is a tornado spinning,
thrashing, whipping every surface of skin;
desperate heat, back and forth until
I’m lost.
Exploring the trembling planes of Her universe,
the ups and downs.
The taste of salt.
My name, spun out like a thread against the stars;
Her voice forming new constellations.
Her eyes glazed like honey.
Inky and blown.
Filled with the wonder of a new world.

Light Patterns

I watch the light filter
and change as it dances across my ceiling
and I wonder why you love me
and I wonder why me.

Ripples move through my chest area,
A hard flutter in my rib-cage.
Something is alive in there.
Sometimes you wouldn’t know it.

I blink. Breathe.
Like coming out of water.
But I’m dancing out the door.
I leave the rustling behind.
It lies on my bed, wet and quivering,
looking for warmth. I know
You’d see the symbolism in that.

Sweeping Up The Stars

Under our blankets,
with your body warm
and the midnight
between us

Our young souls
resting on their laurels
creation hums around us –

Explosions that
silently rock
empty space
and the brilliant
show it
leaves behind

Dreaming Queen

She lies there; inhaling, exhaling small silent breaths,
Motionless movement, a queen in her element.
Her naked fingers painting dreams against my skin;
As my gentle hand strums the pulse across her breast
A million sensations bursting down her spine,
As I cradle her close and devour the tiny breaths
Which leak from her lips.

Sleepy Eyed

Moth wings on dusty lights
Illusions and shadows dance against windows
You still prey on my thoughts and mind
As if you still take up so much of my time on life
Only to breathe in yesterday’s past
I trace shapes of happy faces
Over phone screens and smile along train rides to places
Where strangers brush up against
Elbows and seats are warmed from other passengers

You’re well and I worry less
That chances remain open for weary hearts to rest
In big cities and busy streets
I still imagine winter jackets in the middle of July

And still someone pens away words for you
Dark haired girl that sometimes stays just a
Bit out of your sight
Little hands that will always hold on just a bit too tight
Small body with too many feelings
Who will make room for just a bit more
Of life to fill up her time
Sleepy eyed with laughing lines

Your presence still remains in my heart

Theories of Thought

Cast away with forked tongue
The whispers that lie
And point to the sky
Deep into the ashes
Of the past and desire resolute,
Striking electric explosions
Against the skin.
The colour of bleeding remorse,
Flanked into overdrive;
Fire riding skin with
Painful canvas, painting
Theories onto the living flesh.

Mass and Light Equivalence

Vacuum, an absence so stark
The sky felt in his space
He looked down longingly
At the vast ocean from high

Matter is there
Which matters so much
In his absence of matter
He could only send
Massless light in forms of rays
And streaks of lightning
And fairy lights that twinkle.

In the bid to hold all she is below
To no avail as his holds
Are in forms of gas
Formless and massless

The ocean bathes light
For they could be felt
So enchantingly, out of the world
She dances in waves
To reach and reach
To no avail and to hold him
Real and long.

The light of the sun sets
The light of stars rose
With the glowing moon
That waves and wanes
The cycles
The lovings
And the agonies

On and on
And all that matters
Is when there’s the
Between light and mass
In those transient moments
When they transform into
One another
Like the times of old

How they have been reborn
And meet
Since the first stardusts

How they have been reborn
To only transiently
Be in each other

Purple Sheets

My bed is empty; hollow empty
I miss you like you’ve gone forever
It’s been five hours
And I’m broken
It’ll be four days
Till I’m whole again, with you again
I want to feel that skin on skin
When we were sticky and clammy
And we roll together in the night
Barely awake. Barely asleep.
It’s neither, it’s nothing, it’s better than limbo, the place in
Between where good things go to get better…
It’s ours and it’s heaven
We’ll go there together
We’ll lose our bodies and find our souls
Kill our envy and seek compassion.
We can fight it all, you and me
Just come back home
Come back to bed
Lie awake with me
Find that place
And live our dream.


They built them with their happy sighs
And whispers under sheets
They built them out of reaching hands
And snow-brushed winter-streets
They built them over angry words
And over river tears,
They threaded wire memories
To string across their fears.
She stacked hope stones with shaking hands
And eyelids sneaking looks,
He poured concrete encouragement
And bought blueprints with books.
They built them over years of time,
Through life, with all its ridges,
And crossed to reach each other’s souls
Two lovers, building bridges.


Last night I dreamed of reading naked palms
And when I say naked I mean without skin.
And when I say without skin I mean
Bone is so much more a thing
Than flesh.
All that smooth to cover the rough
That built itself up to bring you here
Offered you sacrifices of blushes and right.
Much as you did not want this.
Much as you sought to cover
The carcases with ordinary things
And when I say ordinary things I mean
What’s more ordinary than life? Or death?
There is something to be said for divination.
Yes, even sorcery.
Poems and everything else
We stutter and wield.
So I read the bones from the wrists down.
The way they gather moss
Like stones beneath my hands.
The way they are.
Bald as an abrupt winter
Speaking of everything
The skin would promise to hide.