Thursday, May 15, 2014

Drive Slowly



Memories and experiences
petition a court of beliefs
with limited times to object
before they are accepted as fact
and given time to collect
hypnotizing witnesses and judges alike
subject to their randomness
and their worldview
somewhat like a life sentence
even in that there is an opportunity
to learn about psychological freedom
to increase understanding of subject
of object
and of where they overlap
in walks a lover so familiar
listening to Teenage Love by Slick Rick
magnificently manifesting
emanating from a compassionate tear
from a seed of empathy
with skills and tools
to build bridges across forever
clever, cunning, and stunning
soul face down without hesitation
worshiping the Goddess in her
treasuring the familiarity of her impermanence
and her eternity
two more eyes toward omniscience
blissful benevolence
swimming in a great sea of mystery
simultaneously dying to myself
and giving birth to me

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Disrythmia

My irregular heart
Beats inside your head
You've been programmed
Conditioned by the dead
Presidents
The faces that you imitate
Are the abusive creators
Of historical traumas
That created you
And your worldview
I'm poor
And nothing like them
You're rich
And can't buy 
Psychological freedom
To save your life
You don't know me
You only think you do
Gun play is random
Especially in the valley of the gun
And it won't always go 
like you expect it to
I love you
Even if you hate me
And I will never
Let you negate me
By making me like them
Or you.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Ghosts of Sand Castles Past







We don't look alike
but it feels like
we can fit together

I've never been
sure of much
certain of uncertainty

I always try to make
homes with humans
I've had more sleepovers
than years of life

If I call you
Leslie, Abby, Allison
It doesn't mean
I've forgotten your name

It's just that like them
you talk of me leaving
as you walk away

I never wanted to leave
I just saw your discontent
your restless heart
your fickle identity

You were always tired
now you came round again
you feel fresh and new 
but still so much omission

I keep telling myself
what you tell yourself
and waiting for more pieces
because I only have peace
when I'm putting me and you together

You are somedays the ocean
somedays the wave
other days the tide
you splash across my feet
at sunrise on the beach
of your hometown
then you ease back out
and I keep doing
the same thing
I've been doing since
I was built on the coast

WIPS

The Artful Dodger


There are no ingenues
only masterpieces
at different stages
of revealing themselves

Painting with the books
on their shelves
the friends that they choose
how they process the weather
the abuse
the pleasure

If they stay inside
when they have no umbrella
or dance in the rain
artful
even if only in
their interpretations of reality

Anyone else's interpretation
some days feels sure
like a blanket
others like a straightjacket
the claim that
who they are individually
is a unique form of insanity

unknown
uncontrolled
undefinable
and therefore
feared and misunderstood
but only until self actualization
self acceptance
full bloom
fully individuated Self
something perfect the Universe is doing

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Unfolding Bliss



I want to cry
like a child with nightmares
in the darkest regions of your soul

I want to feel my life
vulnerable in your teeth

In my daydreams
your worst is my
starburst exploding rainbows

I shake

Your heroin
is my heroine

I am a stung
sprung
dollar beggin street bum
comfortably numb
from your taste
on my lips and tongue

I don't want to go to rehab

but I will
so I can renaissance
a man again
grow up into you
skilled professional
paying bills 

withdrawal symptoms
keep me limping
but I'm coming round

Getting up from
getting up 
getting out
and getting some
your heart beat
my bass drum
rhythmically
I walk the line
chivalrously 
gratefully
becoming something
someone
you can thrive with
ride until you die with
Eye recognize Bliss
wake me up with your kiss.

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Dear Sarah Palin

You don't speak for me
I wanted to say so emphatically
I reject your words
Your worldview
Your fearmongering
And your ideology

Your religious extremism
must be addressed
my opposition
must be confessed
You and those like you exploit the dead
to put more fear in uninformed heads

Your perspective is disgusting
Your Tea Party I'm interrupting
I'm sick of your political games
Not in my name
Not in my son's name
and definitely not in Jesus name