11-19-08 Sonnet

so long without your words to so soothe me

no hand to caress flesh into a ring

unaccustomed to this i cannot flee

unless twas you with me i might br-ing

 

so short has our time been thus together

and ever shall i flow with and in you

you fill me to burst never to deter

your flesh so far i know not what to do

 

might your hair be longer i’d not hold back

but pull you to my arms and warmed flesh

not that this is such a something you lack

merely twould push me over to you

 

i miss not your body nor your own mind

but together the things we always find

11-18-08 Sonnet

beloved so fresh with skin dark as night

untouched by deceit you temper our view

and each syllable you sing brings delight

to follow your footsteps to hell and through

 

where sit your hand-s dear preacher of mine

while cleansed of deceptions you teach the truth

you consume not their so venomous wine

and naught’ve you dark not even in youth

 

what tongues do you prefer my sweet lover

in our bed of old silk and instincts sweet

upon your broad chest i free it its fur

that confine your deep flesh from mine to meet

 

truly voracious we lay not in twain

but entwined in embraces not in vain

Goddess Give me Strength-i Miss You So Much

R.I.P. Buster—i still haven’t forgotten you…i’m beginning to doubt i ever will

8-25-08

 

 

Why should these tears not stop

Unbidden by mind and unheeded by heart

They yearn for the satisfaction of disposal

And to ease their patterned art

 

You died long ago and not of my hand

Yet I blame myself as in current

With the moonlight shot through my back

As if twas mine what held that metal to necks bent

 

Thous iron chimes as no toll is heard

Unknown but through smell and sight

His fate condemned that early babed morn

Was not Mourned till the end of night

 

Dreams have no volume

In this realm of destined consequence

Wrath boils around the eternities despair

Hiding the vulnerable from their very essence

 

Unable to stop, not wanting to learn

The Gods beg their disciples to not

Ruin the name they’ve gained through

Their personal being distraught

 

Studded with truth and faint deceit

The globe pins undesired its axis

Describing earnest bitter words

Not a syllable spills out in excess

 

His vision everlasting

In his constant dream

Unwoken by fair knight

Nor princess nor vile queen

 

Critters swarm not dreams

But his early born grave

Diving to hide in the breast

That his mother tenderly gave

Start or End?

A searing heat rages through me

Untempered by ice or fans

It burns mine gut and flares up

Gorging the souls resting place

Imbedded within mine breast

Its ashes coat a dying faith

The deep belief of truth

And the debt all lonely men pay

 

The fleeting feeling of jealousy

Unmasked by promised treaties

Unfair the emotions thriving

As the others survive

They’ve no right to live

So duty descends upon them

Crushing them to gravel

Strewn under the wheels of

Many a boarded transportation

Intuition suits no purpose

When the guiding gut disintegrates

 

I have no right no do such thoughts

Selfishness be damned joy be blessed

I fear not fate

Not for its millions of knives

I stare her in the face

Daring her to challenge me

I believe in plans and that there are none

This is not the impossible end

But shall always feel like it is so

 

The start was gorgeous

Those beginnings of lighted smiles

I don’t know where it went

But I’m confident of where it will go

Not off the tracks or into the sky

But into the endless waves

With mine self in your arms

 

Is this all but a dream?

Is this a promise made only to mine self?

For it seems this is a pain

Known only to mine self

As repetition seems to be its master

All this heated pain and memories

Bury themselves within every inch

Of mine suddenly sickly being

Blood pours and mix with tears

An unbearable salt upon mine wounded tongue

 

 

Ill tempers glare at the pale moon

No longer gleaming with light

But sagging and descending

Unto the hard woven ground

She feels the despair

As it ravages through me

Where nothing can stop it

Only what now seems impossible

Owl, My Prince

O such feathered cries

Perched among the stars

Why must your knowledge die

And revive amongst the mulch

 

Unbidden by the true Mother

You remain caged without pretext

Wherein the cycles unbidden smother

May never flex their hold upon you

 

She reaches for her Sister

This night cloaked presence

Searching the warmth to muster

Which burns her with insanity

 

With his wings he takes flight

He drifts the skies rims

His face become pure delight

Aglow in the darkness

 

Forever follow him I will

That prince of my soul

Through the coldest chill

Of a silenced winters night

 

His cries doth not bellow

No fear upon his mouth

Only startle from thyself below

As I dwell on his speech

 

The silent eternity breaks

Upon the new days birth

When the tanned begin to wake

And into sleep my prince goes

 

Until the morn is gone again

Hollywood 8-29-07

titles and letters scattered along a hill 

like oh-so many movies on screens 

preaching primodannas 

and unfathomable morons of culture tell the ways of life 

as theirs are and our should be 

seeing not what they are but what they want us to be 

telling not what they desire 

but what they strive for the peoples ideals 

of perfection and straight glowering light 

they will not be spared of you or your cynicism 

they will grovel for your attention and endless streams of judgement 

with half paid attempts of practice and karma 

keeping them thriving at failing 

letting you turn the ever spinning crank 

which gives them their mechanical movement 

and their well trained stares at emptiness and heavy lidded eyes 

sugar coated mouths spread kisses and breaths 

of unharmable lives and creations 

while gambling gained hands search the dark 

for the dirty paper that their heartless chests so desire 

only in the absence of their ever present influences do they die 

without music and lights to cure them of their unburdended minds 

without stimulants and fads to cure them of their earthen beauty 

they do the uncalled for and reluctant realizations of fate 

self righteous social suicides live the present into false tense 

and die the future into pathetic flights of fancy 

buried in the hole which their beautys hatchet dug itself

they cry silent pleas and deaf ears

of those driving onto another movie and to another dream

from their own desires put onto screen for their ever closed eyes

to see from the darkness

Blank Solidarity 8-30-07

blank solidarity
stares you right in the mouth
wanting your kiss, wanting your skin
to caress their touch

ever dedicated wandering eyes
stealing every detail
from you, never for another
to see or manipulate

days falling as the sun
commences, speedy descents
to dilating depths
of smiling faces in paint

random hues color
anatomies of the others
who so long for you
to create with them

pressure presses
the moons light showers
to cast flows on passions and tides
covering your streets

sheets bundle under
the weight of you
with them, as they hold
you

tattooed fingers crawl
along un-skinned hands
running hair streaks fast
slicing pillows

overcoming joy spreads
body to body, and the
fight stops
melding to light darkness

melded as iron
you lay for rest
in the nesting of one
most important face

8-9-08 “Bend Me”

Where do the truest words travel

But to lands without ears to hear?

On tongues so poetic as to unravel

As the vibrations of an eternity linger

 

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But we are ever separated by skies and sands

Memories unfinished and thoughts at an end

But such emotions are yours, and out of my hands

You willing to cross, me unwilling to bend

 

Define me not but reach onward for my lips

For the laughter on your face is drunken and doused

It pours from the stars and you take but sips

Sorrow’s bitter wine never grace our mouths

 

My eyes swallow you face and your smooth planes

Rippled with muscles and smeared with my lipstick

Hands roam and smiles stir, never a moment sane

But emotions of dedication stir the soul sick

 

I remember your hands so full of ocean and so damp

As they stroked my face and spilled down my back

Your body warms mine as I lay, soother, possessing you lap

Nothing could put hate in your heart, the only thing it lacks

 

You held me on the beach with the water pulling us in

My heart beats, races, at the pictures on my walls

Something that I would do only with you, that fleshed sin

My soul is unbarred by convention, but forever it falls

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4-30-08

Skies of sailors beloved navy blue

Cling to the bodies which belittle the desires

Of one so distanced from

The soul within which her satisfaction settles

Steeled to none rather than her

He dwells in the world of iced proclamations

And connections unheeded

But fear sweeps her creations of joyous beliefs

And contains them into the smallest crevice

Where in she remains

Until the hands of the one with the rarest title

Scraped the remains out and threw them

Into impact within the limbs

Which hold her spirit so tight

And protect her thoughtless ambitions

Weighted conditions build like cancerous walls

Decaying the breathing and existing the demolished

Never has the world felt as unstable

As the nights she has spent alone

Chained within her circling presumptions

While buzzing irritations await her response

To ensure the impatient so delicate in mentality

Are comforted with lack of guilt

Although the chocking fog that betrays all direction

Is the product of their understanding

Of so very little of the emotions of the truly

And non-temporarily sane

As if a whole world of smoke

Choked on the recklessness of

The emotions, so uncontrolled

By the heart within which they were created

Breathing mists of relentless in-satisfaction

With personal beats destroying the vital truth

Which such a suffered creature failed to ever dwell

That one word which altered

Creates the exact despise which it knows not it creates

Never has she suffered so much in all her memories

As this night with such falsified beliefs and statements

Free her pitiful soul Gods of eternal demise

She knows not her sins if they are so called

Show her the path preferred and her obedience shall not revolt

6-27-08

Untasted fragrances grace moistened mouths,

Unwilling victims of such a capitalist society

Are born and bred merely to be

Borne through knives and put onto bread

Guilty of desire these fledglings flock

Attempting to acquire flavors so processed outside she sits,

O cousin of mine

Untrapped by the falsities sold and fled

But with flight around her breast

And untamed innocence driving her without vehicle

She rides no wheels, no gears or desires

Status means nothing to her, this cousin of mine

Our minds sedated by the gestures of joy

Wanting freedom and gaining only the illusions

Untouched by truth that we created ourselves

She soars amongst our dreams taunting and daunting

For she is wise, this cousin of mine

And knows our backs break with struggle

Forced to transport our own egos and loneliness

She flaps her wings to guide our breath

For her existence is our wishful being

All she must do is be and to try to guide us

As we choke ourselves with labels and ratings

She cares for our kind for we entertain

All those beings of enlightenment we call leaders

Destroy her poor kind, O cousin of mine

We crush our very admirations in our haste to become them

To make their freedom ours

By consuming it

In the most gruesome of way conceivable