A Stark Cold Hotel Room

There is a melted hole in my pack
from a fire one day
and I blamed
but denied
fault

so sweet
I'll sew this hole
to keep the rain out
but the one in my heart
is a voracious singularity devouring everything

even healed as much as I'd hoped
and the blame is the same
so sweet
so smart
any other way there would be no plumes
on either end to view
so no blame falls
on edge of horizon
dancing
barefoot
the heal of heals
and in the midst of overwhelming happines
the predator strikes
come back to life
death at the falls
and one gone over

Punched the heart
now beat forevermore.

The Next I Must Meet

After so many years
the dreams are still real
a curse with what I feel
my love wounds never heal
my scent would bring you down
and you'd laugh at how I clown
and you'd scream
I mean

you'd come when I call
but your power holds me
they are everywhere
I'd love them all

and in bed
I say you said
our lips would die a cause
entangled forevermore
any lid my eyes see through
red yellow and blue
is it wrong
how much I miss you?

Am I sick for still holding on
to every love passed through my door
my heart can barely take this much
and I invite more to come
one by one they are ripped away
maybe someday
someday

roll the dice in the hay
my back is tight
succumb to my scent
love

this dream cannot be spoken
written this is proof enough
my love you will always be
yes you
and you too

this is so corney
but this dream never fades
I will love you all forever
so this I must bare
cause ownership
you all find unworthy of me
and alone I sit
so wonderful and sweet
here comes the next I must meet.

Hungry to Swallow Death

Beware of the Mountain Lion
fear the Wolf
There are more packs of cigarettes
more pride in politics
spirits of the wild slaughtered
are strong in profits of cattle
the sheep are safe
Earth's balance is great
and Heaven's vengence Irate.

The Reject

He says: Come!
and spend time with me
they treat me like a reject
like a mystery
some stuffy old jealous meanie


He says: Come!
and spend time with me
sing timmy
I'm lonely.


I says: ain't no mystery
need and practice spirituality
sing to me maker of chords
think with me maker of myths
find joy in vehemency
see what I made formality
be vanity.


He says: Come!
spend time with me
they don't believe in me.


I says: so it was made me
I spend time with me
no reject
no formality
make it be for every me.


He says: so it be
But I am first
and I am last
Come! spend time with me.


We will make the wonder of dreams be.

Bad Poetry

Fallen trees
turn trunks to roots
and branches to trunks
and when they die
there is more life
in the rot
than in the living tree
and this is bad poetry.

Explaination of Difficulty

Real or Fantasy?
which was left to me

Irony of Modesty

Modesty manicured clean
lies dank in a stupor,
while true life grows weary of wary
and is hidden and super.

The Living World

Why should we poke our heads out?
Why should we cry?

for power and resources
for struggle and survival

Why should contentment laugh silently
at ambition and waste?

each time confined to unconscious reactions
when it matters instinct takes hold

Why should we stumble over judgement?
Why should we follow their lead?

such an infinite place
why stay in culture
when only one life?
________________________

Jealousy

For this verse I was researching
when that day the darkside turning
so I budded off a beast
that I hunt now in eddies swirling
time of day
dreams dileberate
and when the kill that we will feast
from the callouses I was earning
a hate so great sublimating
pray
say I am just now learning
that beast is not returning
and forever will I strive
to kill it before it dies.

Mixed Water Waves Tangent

Extended past the fountain
only in reflection
rusted

step past
pace and view
heated water gushing

mountain to maintain
thigh bursts
cramp

bare feet walking
gold golfer
boy

heat humid past
ghast ghost white
dance thunder
brimstone fire

dire 
need quenches
and comes pure again and
aging simple.

The Disinformed Cliche Of Gaining The World And Losing Your Soul

See
half of I reflected
an unknown whole divorced
unrooted

Whether it be god
the spirit world
the ideal
the good
the unconscious . . .

half of I reflected
umbilically bound
I jump to fly
sound in mind
the choice.

Without the mirror
I am as grass
mowed in mindless haste
and blown away
nothing.

But half of I reflected
whole soul
world dead
I chose
and trod through thick grass
in pleasure.

Venus Rising

She sat washing something in the creek
unknown to me dusk raised
with a filling moon
last days of the Evening Star.

She spoke not a word
her smile periodically
looked at me
I wept.

She waited for me to choose
to be on our way
unknown to us this dusk
'till November moves.

She really wasn't there
like in a flood the water gushing through
the hole in the tree near where I sat
Morning Star rises.

I wept for her there
because she washes the unknown
this project I project
a narrative of home.

Comfort
in plain sight
side by side
bound in our horizons
two as one
with no formal vindication
from outside forces
judgements
trust is a joke.

She washes
in water
from creek
I weep
in joy
at home.

Earth

Hundreds of hot springs
due fill the valley
and quakes snake the river forming
in the absence of wings
a King's cave comes thrusting
where he'll hide his jewels
that secrecy horded

Time turns over
this land now pumping
it mixes like blood
sliding as roots gently attempt
to puncture sand like skin
that glisten like glass
in the heat of the rising sun

Winds trickle down
the shafts of arrows flying
from consciousnesess rising
entering again a war
everlasting

The foot impress
from species ephemeral dancing
trying to sense erotic pinnacle
battle standing at end
again and again
tastes the salty river
for the vision to entangle
nuclear molecules
on boards of black sin
only the finest
spread abroad

And this red
sheds deep
to co-create
ancestor's wish
Children.

The Evening Meal

There is a line of reasoning that liberates hate,
and in feeling this just vengance love it creates:
to never fade away
and return to restraint
that is this calm enlightenment;
this healing
and waits
saying:
of this bliss just a taste.

Sap

As I pedal
these petals drift slowly out of range
ring my bell
so they get out of my way
and these streamers
flapping in the wind
like a plume
a battery of questions
shaking down soul
simply annoying.

Earth Air Water Fire
Rock Paper Scissors
Chicken.

More and Less
More or Less
pick one
and get on.

Tears on bark
a fallen tree
grubs inside exist
for me to eat
being calm
being free
burrow.

Listen to water trickle
palms tickle
offered.

Self control
light switch
pain on coals
rods and cones
and popped tires
so I ring the bell
cause my horn is in the shop
and I pedal home
living for another day.

Unavoid

Understanding
I cross this bridge alone
this aching pain
eternal and present
the out lay of my love


as I blend
no mystery or fate
grander that this belief
that all is I
again and again


but no weariness
in bodily fraility
in this box
all to inspire
is a caw of crow
or the shift of ice
or ancient footprints
left minutes ago
the doe


cobwebed
mind all drown
in desertlike
town so manicured
mayhem to come


oh bye word spoken
disaster renoun
when on other shore
these red foot falls
this aching blood
this youthful body
sweating for life
in unimportant eddies
dancing like birds
sports and beer
ape flatulence
and drool


beating growing
like mushrooms in absence
drained of humiliation
I embattle
the last drop of my love
gushes the thrush
and the call of a juvenile hawk orphaned
bids me on to perform the rite

to change complicated solos
to simplistic fun
fancy verses
to aid in self doubt
and this fellow feeling hollow

far from spent
the ocellations
of the mathmatical osprey
cartoonlike overhead
monetary jargon dead
the male gorgon said
as he shook his dread
and it all rolled up
his emotion frayed
the judgement of some childish world
grey and dark
carrying weight too heavy for the Earth

this chrysalis
shared relativity
no one may stop
when it is whole in the end
when it is home once again

Subjection

Eddies within eddies-
fundamental corpuscle-
reduced to truth-
every level above is equal. 
Is human subjection exempt from the fractal perceptions and projections it experiences?
Does belief in even the silliest thing hold less weight in the outcomes of billions or the one?
Can insect net capture
chaotic knowledge
based in egocentric
disconnections
adhered to the push
of universe?
What makes this so special?
Know truth
fear the answer
turtle
world and soul
free will
band aid
base and supreme
cure
age
heal
judge
recognize
hypocrisy
was is to come
payment recieved
monster concieved
pushed
gab gifts
dead eyes and a wink
deep in esoterism
empowerment
meaning
blabbering banters
walk run breath
dance
this is what
but the why of why
is not that much more complex
if not less nothing.

Tape Skin

This frayed edge
tedious annoyance
slight pain proper
pull it off

deep bloody agony
stripped at length
hovering in neighborhood
a dullness you can't cram
in babes watching arrogance
hellos and good byes

walk the ladder hold it up
bring it over there
bring it here
rip off the hang nail
peel the tape skin
make it in the world

shaking the spirit
loser geek
nerd poser
one and all
libidiny
dumb questions
transcendentalism
onanism
fall to your knees
suck my finger
the wound is deep
I bleed.

Water

If you don't use your falls;
your errors,
you are not dancing.

If you don't symmetrize your mistakes
even in oddness,
you make no music.

If you take not advantage of slips and slides
and tragedies of mind
you are not living-
you're a rehearsed technically flawless recording
a writing.

Valentine

Pain: the ultimate libidiny
where to cross over
in extremity becomes pleasure
and this seeming screaming torture
fills the hunger of this carnal slaughter
but only for brief hours
for for ourselves to perpetuate
eternally this we suffer