Tuesday, December 27, 2011


Atlas couldn't hug
but he could preach fear
to keep me close
In some moments
I wanted to see
his world fall apart
I dreamed of a new world
that love holds up
Let his arms be free
Let his eyes
his mind
Let knowledge
shine light
into his darkness
What if I
wrapped my arms
around him
and squeezed
pulled down a bit
would he let go
would he
sit down beside me
if he did
would his world
fall on us
or is it hanging
in a Universe
like Earth
never really needed
his arms like I did
would he still
hold on
hold up
be made older sooner
by my weight
I don't know
but I still wish
he would let go
and hold me
with his heart
with his mind
with his soul
with his arms

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The small dark movie of my life

Sometimes I feel
silence casts me
in a bad light
my emotions
so complex
can only process
I feel like an accident
in a Brave New World
I'm in love with U
but some nights
I come undone
like an Earth
without an Allison
Many Marthas
just won't do
Moonlight Sonatas
guy friends
that I see through
you created this Universe
now where are you?
You invited me
into your isolation
gave me
a starring role
in your memories
now I'm empty
distant from me
and 10,000 miles
from family
and you feel
like a victim
all I wanted to do
was love you
I never tried to improve
I would have
always seen you through
You left me
one too many times
for my imaginary crimes
and again
you tried to return
in our home
when in rome
you ripped up
all the pictures
left me all alone
every time
I left the room
you still
checked my phone
there was nothing
I could do
to free you
from your past
I don't remember
wanting anything more
than I wanted us to last
now we cry
in seperate rooms
still not moving on
but sitting
4 feet from me
I can tell that
you have gone
you loved the poetry
in me
but couldn't take the dross
its better to have loved
so I'll take the loss
begin again
so you won't wonder
I'll be leaving
all your friends
I hope you
can forgive me
for my need to versify
Its how I stay alive
how I fix
what you broke
Its better
than rum and coke
and too many smokes
pain filled jokes
choose better next time
you read
but did you read
between the rhymes

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


If life is
in the right now
I want to be
on the front edge
leaning forward
with the wind
in my face
like Leonardo DiCaprio
in Titanic
every new lifetime
even the ones that
weather me

I've been learning
about aloneness
maybe its a gift
maybe its an invitation
to step away from
my delusions
my illusions
my confusion
and my conclusions

Maybe its the doorway
to freedom
a wilderness
at night time
with the birth of dawn
waiting on the otherside

And on the other side
maybe there is ME
fully integrated
all together, and altogether One
a 7 billion part harmony.

The band is tuning up.

Friday, December 9, 2011

I dream of a place where

I dream of a place where
we forgive each other
with the knowledge that
none of us are innocent
I dream of a place where
we all live together
forgetful of offenses
and fences
I dream of a place where
you and I are U and Eye
A place with sight
where the only color
is the blue flame of love
I dream of a place where
you want to sit near me
truly know me
truly be known
Is it so Unthinkable?

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

To Wagner's Wife

I see you
in every I
and Eye keep
asking myself why
I still can't
seem to get
this right
Somedays U sing
Some nights U
walk in my dreams
I can feel
your touch
but not that much
I've been repeating
in my mind
trying to redesign
remap even
Haven't found a way
but I keep believing
That someday somehow
I will get
it right with U
in my right now
Then Eye ask myself
If U were my delusion
did I put you up
High enough
for my heart
to bow down
looking down
maybe Eye
really couldn't see
I was too eager
for U to feel me
still my heartaches
my mind wants
to get this right
so badly
but sadly
I keep repeating
the same mistakes
I have become
my own redundancies
vicious circles
like spiral staircases
that Eye climb
down deep inside me.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Can you come by
call me when you
want to
Can you sleep over
whereever you want to
do what you feel
nothing you don't
Will you always
smile like that
when it feels
you think
I'm a dream
will you talk to me
for a while
even if we
don't understand a word
Do you have
some extra time
what are you
doing tonight
Do you want
someone who knows
how life
can come and go
How it falls
then climbs
when you need
someone sometimes

Friday, November 18, 2011

Giving Her Away

... She said, "I isolate myself to protect our love. If I have guy friends, maybe I'll find someone better than you." He soaked it in in silence and decided to give her away. He began creating situations that involved better men. He encouraged the friendships. He continued to be himself to her. He could see his light and darkness. He could also see hers. If she knew his plan she didn't let on.

A year passed and she had become close to a better man. He saw how she smiled when she spoke of the better man. He always asked questions about the better man. She spent her days with the one who made her smile and her nights with him. It didn't take long for her to start staying away on the weekends.

A few months later she moved out. They kept in touch. He was happy to hear the smile in her voice over the phone.

One day she asked to meet with him for lunch. She said she had some important news. When they met she told him her wedding plans in great detail. He listened and smiled with her. She said,"So what are your thoughts? You always have some." He said,"Can I give you away?"

Monday, November 14, 2011

Splinters Of Her Discontent

Luminous Girl from SophiaFine.com by @SophaFine

I never told
their secrets
but I did not
tell you lies
You didn't believe
I loved you
couldn't you see it
in my eyes
You believe
you hear more
in the things
I didn't say
I love you enough
to let you
live life
in your own way
I found
my own happiness
self confidence
I learned from
everything you
had to teach
You said
I should give more
to the things
I hope to keep
You healed me
in my arms
so long
now that you're gone
I can't sleep

Monday, October 31, 2011

Mad Scientist


I think someone
kept you
in a factory of fear
so long
it remains
inside you

you carried it
with you
as you
flew those planes
into the twin towers
of our dreams
even that didn't
free you

Seeing you
in your cage
is torture for me
my love
has become
your pain

I can watch
I can hold you
I can stay
where I am
but I can't
give you
your key
or make you
stay with me

Sunday, September 11, 2011

From The Hip

I extend my hand
because I'm the man
but you get no further assistance

If you feel the beat
the light the heat
don't wait for my insistence

I don't get my thrills
goosebumps or chills
overcoming your resistance

Games are for children
a self owned man is in the building
you're in a fortunate position

you don't need a makeover
I don't do hostile takeovers
and this is not an acquisition

will you take my hand
sway with the band
what is your decision

Un-thinkable (I'm Ready) (Remix)

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Lovely Complex

When you leave me alone
i may get a little wild.
Love me for me
and ill be a golden child.
I dont mind your guy friends
if you dont mind my women.
If you neglect me though
there are rules I dont mind bending.
Im known to speculate
and state things out of this world.
They say youre physically out of my league
I still believe you can be my girl.
If you think about it
its for the good of mankind.
Everything that is you
and Everything that is mine.
Creating kingdoms and universes
that will stand through all time.
Unless youre a Coretta Scott King
with a Shakira swing
there wont be no ring.
You may be
and not realize that you are.
All of you and all of me
we shine bright like the stars.
Ill be a hero
if youll be a Queen.
Take a breath and tell me
can you see what I mean.
Will you stay when I say things
you dont Understand.
Even if i need zapped like im roger
im still gonna sing I wanna be your man.
No need to fear me.
Come over here and get near me.
Quiet your mind for a moment
and let your soul feel its guide.
My love is a sweet chariot
Ill swing down let ya ride.

I Want To Be Your Man

Saturday, July 16, 2011

give me poetry

give me poetry
with broken noses
that grow back crooked

give me poetry
with severed ears
a line that reads
how you meant it
and how i took it

give me poetry
with skin melted
from dantes inferno

give me poetry
with psychological nudity
and a soul searching eternal

give me poetry
with emotional exhibitionism
acceptance of but
immunity to criticism
philosophical neo-romanticism

give me poetry
a bit out of touch
with our time

give me poetry
that rhymes


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

An Urban Love Story

He calls her Abby
She calls him Special Ed
She told him to study the classics
because hes a high risk on street cred
She meant rappers are unlikely to cosign
She appreciates his mind but continues
that he never fit the profile
Further, his perspective on reality
is a little off center
but he doesn't resent her
his lifes better
from the moment she entered
from time to time
she likes to stake her claim
undecided on babies
but she likes his last name
The thing thats best about it
is the way her arms feel
They keep him in touch
with whats outside him and real
There are moments
when she sees him
as the face of her misery
and she says so bitterly
but when she smiles
it fans his blue flame
almost invisibly
she upgrades his game
stated simply
shes complicated
but into him
way more than a friend to him
he calls her his fam
because shes like first and most
lover and friend
all that and more
a piece to the puzzle
revealing things
he hasnt seen before
Shes like a mirror
he sees himself more clearly
He loves his life
but it means everything
to sleep with her near
they are adrift
on the sea of humanity
his paddles are
his insecurity
and his vanity
she feels like balance
so even if she falls
or doesn't answer when he calls
he plans to be there
when she needs him in life
shes like
the lines on the paper
of his notebook
when shes a diva
hell be her bodyguard
hell be her soft place
when life gets hard


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Moonlight Ride

I can feel
her arms
around my waist,
her breasts
against my back.
I exhale peacefully,
as she tells me
about the moonlight
while we ride
the highway home.

Moonlight Sonata (1st Movement)

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Taxi Music

Twice I've ridden
with former prime ministers
several more times
with muay thai fighters

and once with the cab
driver from
the fresh prince of bel air
anything besides
'excuse me'
was rare.

Talk shows with
lots of cops
but few robbers
and some van rides
with lots of drops

blind singers
with their chest amplified
Are the soundtracks
for my daydreams

Conversations lost
behind me or beside me
muted by the taxi music
Inside Theron's Head.

Epopmaking: Pop Tu No Souguu

Thursday, June 23, 2011

And Then What Happened

The day before boarding the train he read a story on yahoo of a tornado that hit
freight cars of a train passing through Nebraska. What he wanted to be thinking about was
meeting a random woman from an exotic place who was a brilliant conversationalist. You
know the type. Long black hair, eyes that write Bangkok Noir and the kind of lips that
make men leave other women. 

      A woman stepped into his view. She was tall with a caramel complexion and dark brown
eyes. She wore a faded slouchy orange dress, carried an orange snakeskin hobo bag, had an
orange and white pop art bangle on her wrist, muted orange wedges on her feet, neon orange
nail polish on her finger and toe nails and a tangerine beret that made him think of Kate
Middleton. She took his breath. His facial expression remained distant until her eyes met
his. A slow confident smile grew as she moved toward him. She took a seat across from him
and smiled as if she hoped she had found trouble. He smiled and said "I hate that

Season of Glass

Wednesday, June 22, 2011


I could feel the fear in her
when she told me of her days.
There was always the frame
of yesterday's pains.

She was beautiful to me but
felt ugly and old.
The hell in her mind
was dark and cold.

Her stories were soaked in tears
had the scars of cigarette burns,
cheating girlfriends,
untrustworthy friends.

She idolized her father
as if he were a Buddhist monk.
He loved her so much
he only beat her severely
when he was drunk.

She willingly gave with love to anyone,
felt little returned.

She had a thing for crispy clean rappers, became a baby's mother
to a jealous abusive lover.

Spent nights with me hiding thinking someone was out to get her. I wonder if she ever felt safe anywhere.

Sometimes I can still feel her small body
on mine and how hard she slept.

River Of Love

Zephyrs from LifeThruBlueEyes by @Diana605

Their love was a river. Alive with effects and causes. Tributaries poured in. Along with rains. Carelessly, thoughtlessly, or ignorantly polluted. Areas of the river were treated and nurtured; Used in a caring way that would sustain. Other areas were left to the natural processes. There were moments of cleansing; Moments where everything felt fresh and new; Even to the water that flowed in the river for a thousand miles. They built a boat together; Got to know each other while it floated. It crashed into rocks and was smashed to pieces. They bought a better boat and paddles. After setting the boat out on the river, they paddled together through calm waters. Time went on and they found themselves in a storm and the waters were turbulent. The paddles were not enough to control the boat. They crashed over a small cliff. Again the boat was destroyed. They tried again. Their bond was deeper, or was it the emotional footprints of the trials and errors and personal mistakes? Whatever it was they continued, Bought a better boat with a motor. They travelled for years. They spent much of the time alone talking. There were daily interactions with random souls. Each completely unique except for their conditioning. Some fully commited to the conditioning were very judgmental to them about their life choices and told them they were missing so much by being nonconformists.  "Even the hippies grew up." One man had said. They persisted on their journey together. They learned all they could in the relationship and all they could from the ride and the interactions with the people they met and formed short friendships with. One day while they were seeking shelter from a rain storm the boat was struck by lightning and was a total loss. They had gone more than half their journey. Still they thought more than twice about not continuing. They decided to try some riverboats with lots of amenities and people to socialize with. Time passed more quickly and they enjoyed the dances with minds along the way. They spent considerably less time alone and found themselves often more deeply engaged with the people they met. At times they questioned whether to continue on together or get lost in the shuffle of things. After a year of riverboats they were more travel companions at times than commited lovers. They went through the days with the activities provided them and the silent nights they slept together. Her heart and mind began to wander. She began to dream dreams that didn't include him. He was content with his self discovery and the lessons life had for him daily and his writing. She bought a boat of  her own. It was a sailboat with a nice large sleeping area and room to entertain. She dreamed of getaways with only the people she invited and thought maybe she could make the connections she always wanted. Pursue the dreams that she never fully thought she had the power to. After completing all the preparations to sail on without him she left him a note that read:

"This isn't goodbye but we may lose touch.
You know if the current of our choices pull
us in opposite directions or the winds of our
lives blow so hard we can't make the corrections.
If you chase your dreams and i chase mine and we
find that its been a long time. When you think back
on the time that we had. The dreams we shared.
The love and devotion we declared. Don't regret
anything. Don't resent me for the choices i made.
I won't resent you for yours. When i think of you I
want to remember your smile. I want to remember
how your lips and eyes looked when you were
happy with me. I want to remember us when it
was how love was supposed to be. If we lose touch,
Don't think this never meant that much.
Because for a moment in time you were my everything."

As he read the letter he began to think back over all the moments they shared. The laughter and tears. The beautiful times alone together on the river. He had observed each moment so closely. It was like he could relive them over and over. He would tell them and retell them in his words until his readers had lived them with him. He felt the loss deeply. He cried sometimes. He filled his pen with the pain and tears and the blood from the crashes. He grew as a man. He became stronger and more confident. He awakened more and more to what really is and let his perceptions, ideals, designs fall away.  He bought his own sailboat. He realized how much he had gained from soaking in all the moments so deeply. He felt them with a sensitivity some had called a weakness. He lived a full life. Was loved by and loved many women. He lived all his dreams and became the talented skillful writer he always hoped to be with a recognizable name. That gave him a comfortable life.  He never heard from her again after that day. After many years he died, single but happy. His soul left his body peacefully. His energy rejoined the universe. Everytime it rains he rejoins the river of love.

Into The Mystic

Saturday, June 18, 2011

The Doors Of Perception Eisegesis (The D.O.P.E.)

She said "The doors of perception
must be wiped clean
to ever see reality."
I said "LSD, The Doors, Aldous Huxley or
William Blake?"
She said "Can you use
The Blue Flame to
light my fire."
I said "Yes, are you
at the end of your tether?"
She said "I've changed form
since I saw the pattern from
The Outisde now I ride
on the storm."

I said "people are strange.
How can they not see?
If they want to see what's true
break on through,
cut the rope,
and roam free.
Woman touch me
love me 2 times
till I come alive.
Love expands the consciousness,
Cosmic awareness.
We are the universe
the universe is us.
Take off your clothes
take off your role
remove the filter.
Let's make more strange people."

The Doors of Perception and Heaven and Hell

Friday, June 17, 2011


Image by Robert Rauschenberg
Thanks to Mark Kerstetter for the correction

Can you reveal you
through popular images or
does your voice fade
like copies of copies
Just because you start
with recognizable words
and regress doesn't mean
you're not a tribute artist

I don't mind
if you don't have
a pedigree
as long as your
unique voice
speaks to me

Can you connect
the opposites
and show me how
we are one
while allowing me
a new way to see
something as mundane
as the sun

Don't show me your perfections
show me your blemishes
its not what the images can do for you
its what you can do for the images

Painting Below Zero: Notes on a Life in Art


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Yours Or Mine

Flood waters bubble up
from traumas in subconscious minds
seeping inside rooms with walls
built of paranoid memories.
Dreams of private islands
forgotten behind night terrors
from lifes stresses
and our conditioning.
Idealistic ambitions
crash into self discovery
feeling metal bars seperating
allowing arms to embrace
but leaving space between.
Anger, bitterness, resentment
replacing the childlike smiles
and laughter of a new found love.
When there is no key
and you don't know
which way the prison doors open
you hope for good karma
or an act of God
and hold on for dear life
at least for today.

Set Fire To The Rain (Original By Adele)

Friday, June 3, 2011

A Proper Storm

A dirty white wall of clouds
fell like a gate on a kingdom.
It struck so hard there
was a spark that lit up the sky
like turning a light on.
Before my eyes blinked there was
a crash and boom.
It seemed like a metaphor for my day.
Which was a sudden down pour of challenges, walls of opposition,
and feeling soaked in inadequacy.
My money wasn't long enough
to cover me.
The royals seem to have no love for me,
and their horses sleep in better spaces
than the room I locked my keys in.

Wash Away (reprise)

Monday, May 30, 2011

Latest Release

Say Anything
about Westside Story
and their similarities to
Romeo and Juliet
and we find that

Americas Sweethearts
Love Actually

when potholes are placed
in our paths

by the Montagues
the Capulets
and the Sylvia Plaths
Maybe I love this Iraqi girl

and its forbidden
by the Capitalists
and the Baathists
Or I love this African American girl
and its forbidden
by the Methodist Episcipals
and the Southern Baptists

Or that Buddhist chick
tells us whats love got to do with it
but I love you more

now that society has screwed with it
I just want to see
What  Dreams May Come
and If you’ll love me like its the last time
as I spit this rhythmically over drums
John and Paul Said
money Can’t Buy Me Love
and Patrick Dempsey
is Enchanted by

Meredith Grey’s Anatomy
but she’s got daddy issues

and she won’t swim back
after he has a moment but loses
George loses both when he chooses
so poems have fallen

its crime now when Jack comes callin
with his artistic nudes
the dudes get more metro
Juliet has an attitude
I wish this fairy tale was retro
if you really love something you let go?

Sunday, May 29, 2011


you seem like someone
i could fall in love with
u r my mind manifest
in all its
conflicts contradictions
and double thinks
have we created
a universe before
can i buy u a drink
from cliched opposites
to an original memory
im impregnated
im so totally
gestating a fairy tale
conceived the night you were
completely unable
to fit in my whole
so i have to shout it
from the tops
of collapsing buildings
if u could see
the way she snubs me
maybe you would understand

Fall For You