Softly

And then
Here we are embraced
Softly.
Yet moments before
Blood-sworn foes
And now our woes
So intertwined
Softly.
We find
A common heart beat
This beat
We beat together
Softly.
Tender means
There is nothing left to do
No one left to be.
Softly
Only this remains
What else was there?

WE WEEP

Then
The intellect cracks
Beyond
The matter
Is the fact.
And I
Surmise
Parallels
Of Hell
To be paid
To those who
Beg penance.
Charlatans,
The lot.
We weep
For,
Fools seep
Heresy.
I lay in the arms
Of the infinite
And count stars.
And count stars.
Galaxies unfold.
We weep.

I LOST I

I LOST I

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Underneath
That mist
That facade
I found
Your diamond
At the heart
Of the abyss
Striking
Bliss.

That which is found
Was never
Hidden.
I lost I
Temporarily.
Yet,
Here at your heart
I am.
Yet,
Here at your feet
I am.
I rise.

Undelicate

Undelicate whispers
Tarnished lies
You always made me compromise...
I died on the inside
A thousand times
You always made me compromise.
I bled my soul
For you,
For you.
Calloused heart
You never knew
I died on the inside
A thousand times
You always made me compromise.

STRANGE BEDFELLOW

Strange bedfellow
Who are you
To quell
My malaise?
Who are you
To mend
This pain?
Strange bedfellow
Have I called out for you
In moments
Of anguish,
Of despair?
Tears sopping
This pillow
Full of bittersweet regret.
Yet,
Strange bedfellow
You came
When the moon was full
And the North Star vibrant.
Strangely,
I trust
This strangeness.

ON THE ROCKS

On the rocks
I left my ego
Shattered.
In the crimson eve
Unbereaved
Left mangled
In waves breaking.
Now,
I
Untangled
Free.
May I be
In this reverie
Unfettered
And
Unstrangled.
Those shackles
Those manacles
Now,
Shattered
And rejected.
In the crimson eve
Unbereaved.
On the rocks
I left my ego.

SEEKING

The seeker
Is seeking
His own face.
But what if
That face does not belong to him?
If he is no-thing
What can he possess?

Material malfeasance
Projects grandiose illusion.
Iconoclasts
On the edge of redemption
Fall for Ego's sake
And all disillusionment dissolves
This disintegration
A permanent impermanence.

Begging at the feet of Truth
We realize
Our eyes
Are the eyes
That are seeking
And seeing
That all we seek
Or have sought
Or will seek
Has already been found.

In The Center

I am
The observer
And
The observed.
In the interlacing
I trace lineage
Ancestral visage denounced
Circular cycles dissolve
Absolve the crisis.
Conceptual conundrums crack
Dualism retracts
Linear time
Flows backwards
Perhaps upwards
Perhaps nowhere.
All is here
In the center
This moment
Is all there ever was
Stand still.
Be still.
Breathe.

ALL WORDS FAIL

In this pleasure
I understand my pain
Hell is the place
Where Heaven reigns.
A lifted veil
Lends to a
Closed mouth.
All words fail.
The pinnacle of salvation
Is the point
Where shadows
Fade into light
And light transmutes
Into the darkest night.
In this pleasure
I understand my pain.
And pleasure's pain
Becomes the pain of pleasure.
Here, the solace reigns.
Beyond all light
Beyond the darkest night.
All words fail.
Here, the solace reigns.

Mirrored

As the leaves fell
The trees
Did not mourn
Nor rejoice
Yet, they stood
Steadfast
Unmoved.
Yet, I see
All truth
Mirrored in you.

THAT

Fushia sands
Rubied tears
So far
From here
So close
To there
I melt;
Dripping in crevices
Floating amidst cracks
Thus,
Where am I?
Yet,
Here I am.
In the space
Between
Interlaced thoughts
Remains
That
Silence
Here I am.
That
Silence.

The Silence

May I
See with your eyes
And feel
Your wounds
Your blood is my blood.
May you
Taste my tears
With my own lips
My tears are your tears.
May we
In this seeking
Realize
There was never
Any separation.
May our
Thoughts cease
For,
Wisdom
Is in the silence.
There was never
Any separation.

Fade to Gray

To weave
What is woven
Fade to gray.
To speak
The unspoken
Concepts decay.
All judgement
Is broken
In this stillness.
Time ceases
To be a concept
In this interim,
It is.
In this stillness,
It is.
In the gray,
It is.

THE SURRENDERING

I am.
My tears
Contain
Galaxies.
Crystal prisms
Encase
Clustered brilliance.
Silent flow
Unidentified
Rhythm.
I am
The no-thing.
The all.
I am.
This is
The such-ness.
Mental prisons
Are bastions of mental strain
Blasted
Wide open.
This surrendering...
I am.
Eloquence
Loses words.
For
There are no
Words
For this such-ness.
And it is all
So beautiful.
We are all
So beautiful.

Ceasing

The raindrops
Were my tears
Cascading.
The sky
My breath
Flowing.
I opened my heart
And
Oceans danced inside me.
Death ceased
To be an ending.

At Your Feet

At your feet
I lay
Anguished
Embattled.
Rogues, we are.

Mercy,
Spare me not.
I,
The not
Of the fooled lot;
The many.

Spoils, thus, rot
In vanquish.
I weep
Internal symphonies
Until
My liquid lullabys
Cease
And hush.

You,
Only you
Can soothe.

My beloved,
Yet, soothes
This terror.
The collective
Forlorn
Yet, unaware
Of their treasure.

At your feet,
I lay.
Crystal tears
In eyes
That have seen
Too deeply.

Abysmal waves
I seep
Such
Sorrow.

At your feet,
I lay.

At you feet,
I pray.

I am.

Mind Corridors

Mind corridors
Walking in silent
I delve.
Each one of us
Passing the other silent
Vigilance
Hyper
Yet,
Passive.

All persons passing
Ephemeral
Each but a thought.
These thoughts
Temporal
Each here
In our reality.

This mind
This matrix
Unbind
The correlation

Each person passing;
A portal
To the divine.

Each person passing
So beautiful
Let us
Not
Pass each other
Blind.

Soft Catharsis

I sought your face
And found my own.
Soft catharsis
Seeking
Supple souls.

I sought your breath
And found your resonance
In my lungs.
Internal kingdoms
We breathe as one.

I sought you
In your entirety
And in
This essence,
This soft seeking
I surrendered.
Thus, this seeking ended.

Now seeing
Beyond that veil
Soft catharsis
In my lungs
Internal kingdoms,
We breathe as one.

The Pier

I waited at the pier
With hopes
Of our meeting
Only to find
You were
The pier, itself
And I,
The waves
I gazed upon.

Tattered Wing Angels

I remember
Now.
There was
In the interim
Of the becoming
That hellish void.

To unfold
Is to become.
To become
Is to return.
And I remember
Now.

The remembering
Unfolds
In delicate crevices
Meaning imbued spaces
Above and below
Between and outside
We strive in diligence
Glide,
Perhaps.

Tattered wing angels
We glide,
Perhaps.

Beyond measure,
This remembrance
Tattered wing angels.
We are
Beautiful
Yet scarred.
Seared with pain
Yet,
Soothed with the salve
Of the unmanifested
Bliss
Beyond
Sound.

Tattered wing angels
We are
Beautiful.
I remember
Now.

These Portals

Emanations in blue
I flow with you
Circular transcendence
This heat.
This rising.
We make love to the universe
The ecstatic space-less
The sound beyond sound
Vibrating divine.
Portals
These portals.
Molecular waves
This energy dance
I melt into frequency
You meld into mine.
We ebb with the tides
Emanations in blue
I flow with you
Until we unmanifest.
Portals
These portals.
We make love to the universe
Until we unmanifest.

Busy Bees

We don't know what to do
We don't know what to do
Busy
Busy bees
We bustle
Entrapped
In the doing.
In the climbing
I forgot to look at your face.
The doing
The thinking
The progressing
The conquest
Attain
Attain
This success
That material object
But,
I forgot to look at your face.
Thus,
What have I gained?
Busy
Busy bees.

Minutely

I was here
And
You were there
We missed each other
Minutely
On the subway car
Though sitting face to face.
The eternal
Resides
Presently
Here
Yet,
You were there
We missed each other
Minutely.

The Soundless

How does one
Word
The unworded?
Describe
The indescribable?
Manifest
The unmanifested
Sound?

We are
So
Innocent
In essence.
Stillness
Is art.
Proverbially
I lay
In sands
Blinding
Unable
To speak
The words.
The soundless.
I am able
To touch
To taste
The catharsis.

Here
The silence
Shatters
All sound.

Unmanifest

At the pinnacle
Of empty
Sweet remembrance
Everything sways
Everything breathes
My breath.

In the doldrums
Bottomless pit
Where
All is empty
I feel that
Stillness.
Everything sways
Everything breathes
My breath.

Empty
Is to
Unmanifest.
It is here
Everything sways
Everything breathes
My breath.
Unmanifest.

It is here
Impermanent shadows
Fade.
It is here
Matter's conquest
Caves.
It is here
The incessant
March
Steps backwards
And disappears
Dissipates
Into vapors
Into mist.
Unmanifest.
Everything sways
Everything breathes
My breath.

Now
The tears
Cascade
Yet,
Dissipate
Into vapors
Into mist.
Unmanifest.

Unrelative

To exist
In this
Bliss
Unrelative
Catalyst.
Tense
No pretense
Bend
Space
Bend
Time
I align
Unrelative.

Gravity
Placates
To the
Ego's
Demise
Now
Outside
The confines
Of this
Mind.

Bend
Space
Bend
Time
I align
Unrelative.

Human Tragedy

This
Human tragedy
We exalt
The mightiness
Of a tyrant
And ignore
The
Exquisiteness
Of a beggar
Fools,
The many.
Egoic
Blasphemy
Let go.

This
Human tragedy
We exalt
The excellence
Of ignorance
And ignore
The
Epiphany
Of humility
Fools,
The many.
Egoic
Blasphemy
Let go.

That Which We Feed

Delve deep
Crawling
Amongst sheep
Wooled ignorance
Most asleep.
The wolf
Stares
Silent.
Salivating
Silent.
We are
That
Which
We feed.
Unsated
Sanity.
Feeling
Losing
That grip
This slip.
We are
That
Which
We feed.
Delve deep.

Seeping Certitude

Seeping certitude
Supposes
Serrated
Savvy
Suppositions
Severing
Solidarity.
The incessant
Strife
Surely
Staving off
Sated
Seconds
Of
Cessating
Symbiosis.
I would
Rather be
In essence--
Sated
Solid
Than alone;
Seeping certitude.

I Bow

The timeless
In transience
Kisses,
Caresses
Expressed
Limitless
Essence.
I bow
At the
Magnificence
My knees
On the ground
I bow
Here.
My forehead
On the ground
I weep
Into the earth;
That
Eternal
Limitless
Essence.
I bow.

Into Oblivion

I dreamed
Of being.
That dream
Was seeing
Into oblivion.
Here is
There.
Incomplete
Void
Now
Whole.
I meld
With
The
'The'.
The
'The'
Of being
Was
That dream
Seeing
Into oblivion.

I Succumb

Illusory
Sense of
Self
I succumb.
This segway
Heralded angelic
Sweet sound
We soothe.
Symphonic
Lullaby
I lay
In lavish
Lush gardens
In your arms
I lay.
This
Lullaby
Softly
Caresses
Sweet sound
I succumb.
This moment
This breath
I succumb.
Unattached
Yet,
Fully
Here.
In your arms
I succumb.

Let Us Melt

Cascading
Liquid
Love
We
Seethe
In waves
Calm.
Quelled
Quandary
Rubied
Heat
This
Joy
Versus
Pleasure
Arises
From
Within
Naught
From
Without.
Womb
Ablaze.
Let us melt.
Let us melt.

To Unbreak the Broken

At the point
Of breaking
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.
My breaking
Halts
I fall
To my knees.
It is here
The earth
Beneath
My bruised legs
It is here
Face buried
In bloodied hands
It is here
That I decide
To unbreak
The broken
Inside
This self.
It is here
I feel
Your breath
On my neck;
That divine
Moist sweetness.

THE EGO ROPE

The ego rope
Around my throat
Chokes
Epiphany
From my tongue.
The ego rope
Sedates
The mind
Proverbial hindrance
That causes
Us
To align
With
This or That
It matters not
Which side
When sides
Are fictitious
Lines.
Thus,
The 'I'
Today
Must decide
To cut that rope
To shred that rope.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Inside
Lines of demise
And disguise
Unrealized.
Lest
The 'I'
Remain
Aligned
With
Lies.

Broken Bricks

She births
Vision
Unleashing certitude
New sight
Former formidable
Fortresses
Crumble--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart.
Former fallacious
Fears
Implode--
Broken bricks
At her feet.
A myriad
Of realities
Coalesce
Some regress
Some evaporate
Most meld.
This vision;
This birth.
In this waking
All that was
Falls apart--
Broken bricks
At her feet.

Never Acquiesce

I fell
Sobbing
Into arms
Of malice
Never acquiesce.
Yet,
This complex
Complex
Extravagance
Ignites
Pure flight
Never stagnate
Yet,
We exist
On the frequency
We emit
It is
Thus
So.
Thus
I cease
To fall.
Never acquiesce.

This Yearning

This yearning.
At the center
Of the visceral
Pulsating
Furious
This desire.
To hold
And be
Beholden
Betrothed
I am
At the center
Of your visceral.
In liquid lullabys
I wait.
In lavish liturgies
I submit.
Pulsating
Furious
This desire.
I am
At the center
Of your visceral.
This yearning.

Beyond the White

Beyond the white
Is the all
Beyond the black
Beyond the fall
In vespers
Whispers of
Visceral vigils
Emancipate
The formerly
Subdued
Pure energy
Consciousness
Imbued
No longer
Hidden in the
Night
Yet,
Beyond all remnants
Of all light.

Beyond the white
Is the all
And
We all
Deserve to be
In that space
In that place
Beyond the black
Beyond the white
Beyond the night
Beyond all light.
It is here
We finally
Hear
Our original
Voice
And glimpse
Our original
Face.

The Source

Paralleled paradigms
Gradations of gray
Infinite folds
Incalculable vibrations
Patterns of thought
Interlaced in
One mind.
So why cannot
We find
The point
Beyond
The fight
The essence
Beyond the light
Where
Transient conundrums
Melt
Into the Source;
The single point
Of everything.

THE WE

I am
She
And
He
Is me
We walk
Unbridled
Delicately
Toward
Jeweled shores.
The mists
Caress
And kiss
Our bliss
Pure.
I am
She
And he
Is me.
We are
The we.
And through
The we
We meld
As one.

Collapsing Paradigms

When paradigms collapse
I am left
Here
With me.
Free
I am
Without alignment
To a presupposed view;
To an altered state;
To that which is not.
I lay in sands
Eternal
I am
Free.
Paradise
Unfettered.

When paradigms collapse
My blood
Runs
In delicate rivulets
I breathe
In delicate spaces
I am
Free.
Paradise
Unfettered.

In The Interim

In the interim
Of hell
Versus you
I chose
You
And
Hell ensued.
Now
I choose
That
Which I no longer
Fear;
The hell
Of losing you.

Completely

Lyrical
I salivate
This broken
Chord.
You stand
Completely
Forlorn
You Break
Completely
My heart.

Hence, Came a Stranger

I was in the willows
Starving
Cold.
Hence, came a stranger
Strong
Bold
Her delicate feet
Kissed the ground barefoot
Summer hued tresses
Cascaded down her back
She was awake
So alert.
Her gaze
Piercing
Fire imbued orbs
And I melted.
The heat
Inspired
Starred extravagance
The last bastion;
Our evolution
Encapsulated
In an ion.
Hence, came a stranger
Strong
Bold
But, strangely...
She was me.

The Mind and This Pen

These words
Shrouded expansion
Syllabic creation
The mind
And this pen
Bleed feelings
Paint the sky
Hope drenched
Slice open
Emotion
Veins pour
Commotion
Elation.
A coagulation
Of catharsis.
The mind
And this pen
Puncture portals
Holes in parallels
Fracture
The fabric
Ripped to reveal
Shredded light
Streams of heat
Ignite
Epiphany.
The mind
And this pen
Illuminate
Resonate
Raise vibrations
A cacophony
Of frequency
Rising
To heights
Unlimited
This limitless
Domain
Cataclysmic
Ulterior
Interior
Coalescence.
The mind
And this pen
If this 'I'
Can create
Something
That makes
You feel
Something;
Alas
This mind
And this pen
Have not
Danced
In vain.

Sheets of Gold

We are
As sheets
Of gold
Invaluable.
No price
To be named
No prize
To be claimed
Iron ore
Elemental
Particles
Our essence
Requires
No acquiesence
No capitulation
Or devaluation
We are
Molecules
Of perfection
Hence
From another place
That place
Is within
Though
From without.
We are
As sheets
Of gold
Invaluable.
Iron ore
From the mist
We are all
Transient mystics
Hence
From another place.
Hence
From another place.
Elemental,
Essential
We are
As sheets
Of gold.

Cracked Eyes

Cry for me
Cracked eyes
I have always
Read you better
From your sighs
Emotive breath
Outside
Your disguise
I now realize
These
Cracked eyes
Should save their tears
Close
The cascade
Fade
To gray.
Now
Cracked eyes
Open wide
I am awake
And realize
Your disguise
No longer hides
You.
These;
My eyes
Open wide
I am awake.
These;
My eyes
Are now closed
To you.

Past The Wanting

When you go
Past the wanting
Let go
You arrive
Here
Longing
Past the wanting
Let go
Here
Spaceless
Transient
I caress
Your countenance
In swirls of heat
We rise
The ALL dissipates
Yet,
Concentrates
Past the wanting
We
Let go.

OUR RISING

Bound in blood
Bound in tears
Liquid regret
Yet,
We coalesce
Beyond all fears
And in this
Thing;
This dance,
This debacle,
We coalesce
Beyond all fears
We coalesce
Thus,
Manifest
Our rising.

I AM

I AM.
Mindscapes
Perilous.
Labyrinth
Complex.
Vignettes
Paradoxical.
I AM.
The ego
Dualistic
This matrix
Materialistic.
The mirage;
I AM.
The facade;
I AM.
What is the 'I'
Inside this mind?
Outside?
From within?
From without?
I AM.
Yet,
Within
This essence--
THE essence
I AM.
Can there be
A 'we'
Without an 'I'?
Perhaps,
The 'I'
Is the 'we'
Hiding
Inside
Fictitious bounds.
Perhaps,
Alas
I AM...
Not.

I Burn With You

In the river
I burn with you
Cracked flames
Swift current
I flow with you
My supreme healer
Atop the mountain
We float
Serene
Our feet
Never touch the ground
My supreme healer
My heart is open
My hands upturned
I burn with you
I wait
Stoic
Silent anticipation
For your breath
This breath
The breath
Of life
My supreme healer
Our feet
Never touch the ground
I burn with you.

We Dance

Contorted
Sinewy limbs
Contorted
Sweat dripping
We dance.
Symphonic
Melodic
I feel your pain
Eruption near my spleen
We dance
I feel your ecstacy
Rising
Pulsating
We dance
In the rain
In our blood
Cut veins
Amongst beggars
Amongst fools
Amongst patriots
Amongst saints
Contorted
We dance
Until our feet blister
Until our faces hurt
Cracked
Smiles of joy
We dance
Contorted
We dance.

Amidst the Gray

Grace kisses
Closed eyelids
Soft whispers
Inside sighs
The essence
Arises
Amidst the gray
This place
Has no where
No time
No destination
Or limitation
No origination
Or consequence
It is
It was
It shall be
Amidst the gray.
The all is here
Amidst the gray.

In The Fray

Soft
Against all harsh
Supple
Against all stern
Sweet
Against all bitter
Still
Against all frenzy
We lay in shambles
Amidst all ruin
It is here
In the fray
Where
Rebirth lifts
All weary souls
In the fray
All is made new
All is made new.

This Song

Dripping melancholy
From broken eyes
She cries
This song
Clenched throat
Internally bleeding
This song
Weeps
Melodic waves
Vomiting anguish
Gutteral expulsion
Woe unvanquished
This song
Seeps
Dreams
Unrealized
Yet,
We materialize
As we wish
This song
Is
Yet
Unfinished.

We Rise

We rise
As mist
Amidst
Bliss
A pure
Catalyst.
This energy
Surrounds
One aura
Resounds
Uninhibited
No bounds
Symbiosis
Found.
We rise.
There is
No 'I'
But
An 'us'
No avarice
No lust
Only catharsis
Robust.
We rise.
Mystic vapors
My eyes
Are yours
Transfixed
On
Intergalactic realms.
The matrix
Melts.
We rise
As mist
Unfettered
Unbounded
Limitless domain.
We rise
We anneal
We intermix
Transfixed
On
Intergalactic realms.
Stellar symbiosis.
We rise.

Fracture

I fractured myself
To find you
I shattered myself
To feel you
I went deaf
Never hearing
Your symphonic sound.
Screaming in agony
I wept rivers
Bleeding tears of sorrow
Enraptured rivulets of rage
I seeped a weeping
Much deeper
I lay fatigued
And half broken
On the cold floor
Never knowing
You were already here.
You always were.
You are me.
Sweet paradox.
Outside,
I searched
In vain
Because
Of course
All I sought
Was not
Outside
In foreign realms
But,
Much closer
Much deeper
Inside essence
And
Beyond fear.
I am here
Now.
No longer separate
Mending fracture
No longer shattered.
You are me.

The All

Bitter battles
Fought fervently
Holographic hell.
Yet,
The breath rises
Slowly
Filling
That which was empty.
Proverbial void;
Appeased
By this moment
Soft and supple
This moment
Clean and still
This moment
Whispers melodic euphoria
Pricking the ear drum
Tenderly.
The breath rises
Releasing
All prior malaise
Proverbial void;
Appeased
By this moment.
Vanquished woe
Rising tides
Ecstatic cascades
The center of the abyss
The alpha and the omega
The all
Resides
Inside
This moment
This breath.

This Mind

Mental corridors
Neural pathways
Metal jackets
Bright white
Taut guards
Carry keys
Of clarity
Down
Dusty pathways.
Dark crevices
Conceal
Cracked
Regrets
Relegated
To the recesses of the mind.
This mind;
A masterpiece
Not easily mastered
Not easily maintained.
Sweet paradigms
Mental cacophony
To shift that which is
To that which may be
Shatters the manacles
Mental confines
Explode.
Then,
I am here.
We are here.
We are.

Sublime Chaos

Mercy
In the mouths
Of prostitutes.
Lies
On the lips
Of sages.
Wisdom
In the eyes
Of babes.
Sweet succession.
Prophetic
Dualism eclipsed
By sacrilegious righteousness
The fool
Is the only voice of reason.
Learned men
Doth lead us astray.
Sublime chaos.

We Breathe

These lips
Scarlet blooms
Rose imbued
They are
For you.
These eyes
Blazing orbs
Star imbued
They are
For you.
These hands
Supple silk
Will give
To you
All
You seek.
Sunlight drenches
Our path
Venus imprints
Our steps
The moon
Alone
Is our guide.
Astrally
We glide
Gravity
Has ceased.
Suspended souls
Interwoven spirits
Interlaced
Face to face
This breath
My breath
It is
For you.
We breathe
Delicate mists
Inside
This molecule
Of eternity.
This,
This forever
It is
For us.

Above

Above
The weeping
Hope remains
Despite
Bitter cascades
Of woe.
Above
The harshness
Love remains
Despite
Rogue rivulets
Of rage.
Above
The avarice
Faith remains
Despite
Lavish lust
For power.
Above
I dwell
Above
The hell.
I breathe
Sweet air
In mists untamed
This realm unnamed
Silken dreams,
Soft intentions,
Delicate desires
Yet exist
Here.
Above.

Unquenchable

Human tragedy
Perched on a bar stool
Imbibe
Liquid fire
It burns
As it soothes
Melting melancholy
Imbibe
Unsacred solvent
It allures
As it anesthetizes
Numbing nausea
Relegating regret
Exonerating exhibition
Burying bereavement
Supplanting sorrow
Imbibe
Imbibe
Yet,
In the morning
Nothing has changed.
Yet,
The void remains.
Unquenchable.

The Deeper Weeping

Your words
Seethe
From snarled lips
And drip
Undelicate
Rivulets
Of broken sound
Cascading down
Drearily flowing
Cracked sound.
Your arrowed eyes
Spark flames
To accompany
Your words.
This
Soliloquy
Of rage
Seeps sorrow
From your
Furrowed brow.
And,
I weep
For pity's sake.
For there is
A much deeper
Weeping
In your soul.

I Melt With You

Hitherto
I melt with you
Into oblivion
Our private show
Beyond this realm
Where the essence of sages
Pervades
And other mystics dwell.
And in this space
We interlace
Perhaps interface
With gods.
In the melting;
In this space
We perspire
Fervent rivulets
These feelings
Speak pure eloquence
Yet, without a sound.
The heat of our annealing
Ignites
Desire.
Resonates
Perfect silence.
This silky soliloquy
Slides inside essence
Yet, without a sound.
And hitherto
I melt with you
Into oblivion.

The Projection

Do not become lost
In this projection
This hologram
The unequivocal divine
Within your chest
Was thence spoken of
By sages
In ancient lands.
Foreign tongues
Spoke honey-imbued symphonies
Of essential truths.
These
These truths
Become unforeign
When correct understanding
Erases that
Prior
Sense of alienated woe.
Thus,
Sorrow
Does not exist
Outside
The projection
Where
Wandering souls
Remain entrapped.

These Words

In the crevices
Of formal communique
Lurks
A deep despair
A lonely lament
These words
We use
Shelter us.
We hide behind
These words.
Syllabic melancholy
We have so much
To say
Yet,
These words
Are a barricade
Fallacious
Fictitious
Inside these words;
False idols.
Outside these words;
Buried intentions.
Below these words;
Hollowed hope.
Above these words;
Spared emotion.
These words
Can be plastic
Can be cruel
Because NO true meaning
Is to be found
In this formal communique
Though veracity
May leak
Perhaps,
Seep
From the corners
Of inflection
Though veracity
May emanate
Perhaps,
Vibrate
From the chords
Of tone
Siphoning through
Excessive verbiage
Perhaps,
A shred of truth
Can be found.
That molecule
Of connection
Is a shimmering jewel
In this hell
Of plasticity
We must grasp
With all fortitude
To this shred
Of truth.
Perhaps, then
These words
Will not have been
Wasted Sound.
Perhaps, then
These words
Will save us
Collective.

From Memory

I wrote of you
Before we met
Here
On this plane.
I felt you
Before we met
Here in this realm.
I touched your lips,
Caressed your face
From memory
Of a distant time.
We are now here
Face to face
Yet, this 'here'
Was once
'There'
In a distant time.
Whether this life
Or the next
I shall remember
The way you feel
From memory.

These Ideologies

If these ideologies
Make us kill
Our brethren
Are we not insane?
Different vibrations
Of one energy source
We seek to silence
Only ourselves
By silencing the 'others'
Why cannot we see
That 'they'
Are 'we'
And 'us'
Are 'they'
Then, the 'they' in us
May convey
The deeper truth
That exists
Outside
And much farther above
Any limiting
Imprisoning
Catastrophic
Blasphemous
Ideology.
These
These ideologies.
Are we not insane?

The Edge of Sanity

Only at the edge of sanity
Is freedom found
For the 'sanity' of this world
Is insane.
Constricting conformity
Contradicts our essence
The conspicuous conundrum
Yet remains elusive
To the encumbered spirit
Which was never separate
Yet, we feel alone
Disconnected from the source
It need not remain
Our destiny
To be isolated
Separated
Divided
Misguided
Controlled
Limited
Alienated
We are not meant
To be encapsulated
Or encased
In the hell of plasticity.
And, if plastic dreams
Are deemed sane
I would rather skirt the edge
Perhaps, jump that ledge
And I would not fall
But only rise
To a better world.

On This Canvass

On this canvass
I create our life
With no trepidation
Large brush strokes
Of color-soaked hues
Paint the sky brilliant
Fushia sands
Meet a metallic sea
And a rose sky of honey
Purple waves roll laughingly
Toward the farthest horizon
It is here
Where our lips meet
On this canvass
The beauty is breathtaking
The air is pure
Summer breezes
Of pure silk
It is here
Where we lay our heads
On velvet sand
Your eyes are emeralds
Your hands are steady
Bluejays sing sweet symphonies
The sweet salt air
Envelopes us
We feel each breath
Inside each moment
My dear,
It is here
And it never has to be otherwise
Fear is extinct
And dreams endure
On this canvass.

Everafter

I met you
Misty eyed
In another realm
And found you
Here
Beside me
Everafter.
Perhaps we never met
But always were
In that starred mist.
You had pinpoints of light
In your hair
And tenderness
In your eyes.
Perhaps we never fell
But only rose
To this place
This
Everafter.

Who Have You Become

I loved the way
You pursed your lips
Emphatic
Always in control
Lest your rage
Explode
Then, cathartic you
Implode
And then
Who have you become?
I no longer recognize
Your countenance
This manifestation of betrayal
Your touch is shallow
Now
Your words are hollow
Wasted sound
Who have you become?

The Only Road

If you do not love hard
You die a slow death
Languishing atop barren dreams
Slouching below absent heartache
We miss the beauty
When we shield the pain
Bittersweet paradox.
Safety is the bedfellow of regret
Avoidance is the bedfellow of malaise
Living without abandon;
It is the only road I would walk.
I would take each heartache again
Innumerable times
Every feeling
Each sigh
Emotive cacophony
While my ears are ringing
And my eyes are weeping
I am grateful
That I have experienced this chaotic range
This symphonic wave of feeling;
It is the only road I would walk.

You Never Will

There is a precipice
Where precise resolution
Presents the task.
This choice.
This fate.
You tread lightly
I stand firm
I have never understood
Those with only one foot over the line
Those who do not jump
Those with shaky foundations
Those with weak wills
And without fortitude
Those with excessive ego
Yet, without heart.
My dear,
If you do not yet know
You never will
Which makes the answer clear.

Suspended

Imbibe with me
From the sacred cup
Above the perilous hell
Below the star-imbued realms
Amidst this essence
Where we dwell
Suspended
Time inconsequential
Gravity nonexistent
In this feeling
All pain is quelled
This infinite mist
Is all there is
It is enough
The breath of one.

Catatonic

Consumers of blasphemy
We capitulate to hedonism
Mass media
Mass manipulation
We feed on the lies
Insatiable
And smile as we swallow
We are asleep
And we are at fault
Unabashedly catatonic.

Shackled by EGO

Reality is a delicate mist
Easily altered
By an unsound mind
Or an over-exalted ego.
The 'I' remains suspended
In a molecule of time
Experiencing itself
Through manipulated eyes.
A veil of deceit
Blinds those unaware
And separates us
From one another
Negating the truth
We belong to one another.
When boundaries crack
And divisions cease
We lay down the ego
At last unbounded
Pure, unbridled energy
Unencumbered spirit
We are free.

We Are Made of Star Stuff

Entwined in the stillness
A lover is born
Perhaps it is here
That this lover finds form
Floating amongst stars
Hair adorned with rose blooms
A love has arisen, or perhaps has resumed
Eternal, unextinguishable
A forever flame
Perhaps we only find
That which we always were
That which we remain
Thus this reconnection
In intergalactic realms
Is but our destiny, as such
We are made of star stuff
An unquenchable thirst
To find that which we are
In the seeking
We realize the undeniable truth
We are made of star stuff
And a lover is born
Or perhaps this lover is found
Eternal form

Stellar Symbiosis

Our collective event horizon
Began in the void
Infinite potentialities
We walk through portals
And arrive
Where we have created
At the parallel we choose
Mutable
Realities
Existential unity
This unity
Is what we crave
Is where we belong
We are essentially
One essence
Galactic pure energy
Vibrational purity
Sweet harmonic frequencies
Stellar symbiosis
Undivided
Essential
Infinite.
We began at the end.
We end at the beginning.

The Nothingness

Vibrational codes
Wordless language
Numerical symphony
Esoteric tongues
A microcosm
Of a higher plane
Encapsulated in a truth
Of limitless domain
The subatomic conundrums
Molecular harmony
Existential liberation
Consciousness
Catharsis
Equanimity
In the nothingness,
Everything is revealed.

Below Catharsis

It is between the lines
That meaning is found
Outside fictitious boundaries
Created to divide
Meaning exists
Amongst shadows
And inside sighs
Above ego
And below catharsis
We rise
When we let go
Of a created hell
Our beauty
Collective
Ultimate reality
Pervades
No longer evades
Our grasp
You are me
We are here
This moment
And the original essence
Resonates
Profound.

The Annealing

In the ribs
Is where I feel
Your love
My supreme healer
I feel
You
Completely
Near my spleen
My supreme companion
It is here
And you are there
The depths
To traverse
Are abysmal
Infinite
Yet, we meld slowly
And there are no more boundaries
We have annealed
It is complete.

Parables of Escape

In these moments of ease
All pain is quelled
The quest for liberation
Is a difficult feat
Synapses
Neural Pathways
A maze of complexity
Difficult to control
More difficult to master.
Parables of escape
Tantalize the seeker
Yet, externalities evaporate
Realities mutate
Truths converge
Projections are purged
Lies are liquified
All we seek
Already exists
Inside ourselves
We need only ask
Ourselves
For the answers.

Since You Left

I am now awake
Since you left.
My pitch has changed
Since you left.
Chords of melancholy
Slowly dissipate
I vibrate now
More rapidly
More emphatically
My frequency has changed
Since you left.
Existential wavelengths
On a higher plane.
My consciousness has changed
Since you left.
Elevated
Elated
Yet, our moments together
Were not in vain.
We both have changed.
Travel well
My fellow wanderer
Find that which you seek.
For, as you well know
It also seeks you.

The Unequivocal Divine

At the apex
Of this precipice
I stand in awe.
The unequivocal divine
Usurps past woe.
Ecstatic peace
Doth flow
And vibrate
In this moment.
This instant
This breath
Each moment existential
Finite
Yet, infinitely entwined.
A circle is infinite
Composed of finite points
Rushing past this moment
Ignoring this instant
Neglecting this breath
We miss the point.

PLIANCY

We are riddles
Of existence
Riddled with pain
We acquiesce to suffering
Or attempt to evade it.
Yet, our evasions are futile
And a new hell begins
Where the others left off.
Realities exist in layers
Overlapping modes of thought
We create the worlds
And those worlds chain us.
Yet, we are pliant.
We fight these chains
And release ourselves
From these chains
Never realizing
We, alone, created these chains
And shackled our own thoughts.
It is not an external battle,
But an internal one.
The infamous jihad.
We are attached to our suffering
It is our bedfellow
And that is the only reason
It never leaves us.
Cursed
Attachment.

Seeping Shallow

I am at the end
Of loving you
It was a hard fought battle
I am ashamed
But my tears are hollow
Seeping shallow
Now
No longer true
My attachment has waned
I am now through
I am sorry
For this betrayal
My blood flows backwards
Now
Incomparable
You
Matchless.
Indecisive
Me
Alone.
I am sorry.

In Clandestine Corners

I placed a flower on your grave
Something so ordinary
I hope you not object
To this mundane gesture
Your aura still permeates
In clandestine corners
And butterflies appear
Whenever you are near
My mother always cries
When a butterfly hovers close
Because she knows it is you
I hope you not object
To our mundane sentiments
We miss you so
Yet, you never left
I feel your whispers
In clandestine corners
We miss you so

Do not pursue the past.
Do not lose yourself in the future.
The past no longer is.
The future has not yet come.
Looking deeply at life as it is.
In the very here and now, the practitioner dwells in stability and freedom.
We must be diligent today.
To wait until tomorrow is too late.
Death comes unexpectedly.
How can we bargain with it?
The sage calls a person who knows how to dwell in mindfulness night and day,
'one who knows the better way to live alone.'
Bhaddekaratta Sutta

In the Seas of Samsara

In the seas of Samsara, we meet
Amidst ruin
We are drowning collectively
Yet, a kind smile
Paves the way
Hope in the hearts of the people
And tranquility in the mind
Quiets the hell
And it dissipates
Freely.
We are our own abusers
We are our own accusers
No one imprisons us, but ourselves
We alone can release
That inner woe
We alone can liberate ourselves
And that liberation begins with love.
No longer attached to the turbulent seas
Samsara ceases to exist.
The illusion evaporates.
We rise.
We are free.

“You are me, and I am you. Isn’t it obvious that we “inter-are”? You cultivate the flower within yourself, so that I will be beautiful. I transform the garabage within myself, so that you will not have to suffer. I support you, you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace, you are in this world to bring me joy.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh

“Man…sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.” ~The Dalai Lama (when asked what surprises him the most about humanity)

The Opposite

I sought revenge
And misery sought me.
To recreate hell
Only recreates hell.
I then sought refuge
From the revenge I sought
And I began to love
Instead of hate.
With a still mind
I now sleep well.
The former hell
No longer dwells
Inside my heart.
Liberation only came
From seeking the opposite
Of what I thought I needed.
And all disease was quelled.
Not by force,
But by the opposite.

Seeking vengeance only destroys the seeker.

PAWNS

Distraught
Woe bringeth such a heavy weight
Upon these hearts
This humanity
This fear
All of us intertwined
In a hedonistic hell.
Where the merciless dominate
And corporations tell us what to think...
How to think...
When to think...
And politicians spew lies and hatred
They shepherd the people
To our own demise
Like leading lemmings off the cliff.
And many of us will not wake up
To see the truth
Manipulated fools, the many
They fail to realize
That it is possible
For a pawn to become stronger than a king.
If only the pawns
Wake up.

These Things

The things left unsaid
Are the things that linger
Are the things that we cannot forget
Are the things that eventually break our hearts
And drive us mad.
We cannot put these things to bed
And they stay in our beds with us.
To remind us
To torture us
These things
These things left unsaid
Are often the things that would have changed the course of it.
And we never forgive ourselves for that.

But a Word

Exquisitely you say nothing
This silence
Serene and final.
This silence
Cold and dismal.
This silence
Calculated cruelty
Aimed at my heart
Which is already in shambles.
Pieces left nameless
On the tattered rug.
But a word
Is all I need
You keep that word.
You hold that word.
That blessed word
That cursed word
I need that word.
For to release that word
Would be to release me.
And there is nothing left to say.

This Masterpiece of Massacre

Our future
Dire, by choice
Free will to create our hell
To destroy our heaven
To mangle our brethren
We teeter on the precipice
Easily swayed
Conscience in shambles
Drones
Civilization's uncivilized creation
Commodity of carnage
Profiteering mongers of destruction
Fortunes made off bloodshed

The art of war.
This war, an art?
Painted tears
Canvasses smeared with blood
Picturesque monstrosity
Sadistic splendor
This masterpiece of massacre
A paintbrush in one hand
A machete in the other
This humanity.
This hell.

Paradoxical duality
Our blessed curse
Blood-lust and roses
Carnally carmine, we are.

We are these things.
For, we made these things.
We can change these things.
Lest we remain these things.

This masterpiece of massacre
Does not have to be our final work of art.

Past Woe

Exoneration from past ruin
Amongst martyrs
Seeking absolution
Past woe is slain
Leaving smiles
On dusty doorsteps
The smell of bleach lingers
The reminder of past malaise
Spiritually cleansed
I put on a new dress
And dance in the rain
Reverence
Leaving flowers on graves
Sweet remembrance
And now the pain
No longer burns.

The Paragon of Hell

Our children die on the battlefields
In the wars despots declare.
Bloated, pompous leaders
Spewing hate from the space
Between clenched jaws.
The other side of the conflict
Sends it's children as well.
Children killing children
The paragon of hell.
Mother Earth weeps as she
Soaks up the blood of lost youth.
Ashes to ashes
The conflagration of innocence
Dust to dust
Our future slaughtered
For savagery's lust.

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A NATION OF CONSUMERS

Hedonistic
Materialistic
A nation of consumers
Rampant
Unnerving
Babies left starving
We buy
We devour
Mindless
Incessant
A nation of consumers
Unbridled
Aggressive
Babies left starving
Widgets and gadgets
Our glorious delight
Possessing an unfair share
A nation of consumers
Manipulated
Over-indulged
Insatiable
Babies left starving
The earth mourns
It is breaking
Drowning in gluttony
We live to consume
Conquest
Possess
A nation of consumers
Babies left starving.


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"To understand everything is to forgive everything." Buddah

The mental schism is daunting. I against I, yet who remains standing after such a battle? Hopefully, the better 'I'.

Irrational Epiphany

Emancipated from the box
Of rational thought
The irrational becomes an epiphany
Attainable Salvation.
Free of the confines
Of outdated modus of operandi
New synapses utilized
New pathways formed
A new journey forged
Alleviation.
The hell of the mundane
Capsized in uncharted waters
Seas of rejuvenation
Bring awareness
Bring peace
What lies ahead
Does not remember yesterday.

When we desire nothing, we have everything.

FISH IN A BARREL

The mating game
A perilous endeavor
The meek are slaughtered
Exalted, the clever
Slinky dresses, painful heels
The price we will pay
To compete and allure
And win affections.
Lined up like the inventory in a store
Wrapped in a pretty shell of beads and couture
The aim of this game
Can be likened to war.
Our intentions are fierce
For, the target is scarce.
We destroy the opponent
We injure and maim
We blasphemize and tarnish
With no conscience, no shame.
Our decadent, devious demise
The battlefield has been bloodied
The losers left lame.
And for what prize has this wrath been wrought?
Perhaps fortune...
Perhaps fame...
To marry well
Has wrought this hell.
Yes, oh yes, we are to blame.
For the psyches and spirits of our SISTERS have been slain.
At the end of the day
We are, as we remain
But fish in a barrel
The pawns of this game.

Momentary human connection amidst this matrix of plastic archetypes makes the sufferance of the mundane bearable.

Feminist Manifesto

Manifest feminista

Manifesto inscribed

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Prophetic cataclysm

Syllabic cacophony

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Heartrending hell

Sweet symphony

In my blood

Spilled for this.

Melodic melancholy

Inspired iconoclast

In my blood

Spilled for this.

She rises

Unparalleled wonder

Paradigm of the sages 

Nothing can harm you now.

As she rises,

I rise.

Sufferance remanded

Emancipation received

Redemption unfettered

Yes, I have spilled my blood for this.

CHATTEL

Prim and proper

Black corset laced tight

Her torso bleeds

For his delight.

She hovers in the corner

Awaiting his gaze

Her eyebrows are raised

In proper mask

Beneath her bustle,

A hidden flask

She sweetly prances to the ladies’ room

Powders her nose

And takes a swig

Her dire fate

Yet doth await.

Chattle’s hell

Doth not abate.

She cannot breathe

This damned corset

Allows no reprieve.

Her ribs are bruised

All for the prim

And pain for him

Chattel’s duty

She shall endure

There is no cure

Except this flask

Pray thee, constant pour.

"If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation."
Chuang Tzu

Polytechnic Bliss

The have and the have nots
An ageless tale
Now wrapped in polyurethane
And sold with zeal
Technological manifesto
Mass appeal
Digital delights
The abyss of plasticity
A conflagration of books
Ray Bradbury's prophecy
Now come to fruition
Culture's disintegration
Visual spectacles
Virtual worlds
Hours upon hours spent gaming
And what remains?
Utter emancipation from human thought
The brain on autopilot
The annihilation of contemplation
Human contact dwindling
We are becoming mechanized
Devoid of emotive expression
The proletariat is entranced
Flashing lights, blinking screens
The easiest way to control the masses?
Keep them occupied
With polyurethane things
Plastic archetypes
Polytechnic bliss
The bondage of the mind
Is more effective than chains
A culture of fools
Is what remains.

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Red Light District

The red lights blink
Bloody hues of seduction
The smudged windows glisten
Glass bars of deception
Bald men perspire and grin outside the glass
Young women grimace from within this prison.
Yet, swallowing their distaste
They pose in chains and lace
Hardened eyes no longer cry
Painted lips no longer speak
Lips retract; it is not a smile
A sneer is mustered to appease this hell
The outer hell has become the inner hell
Things have been sold that no one should sell.
Here they are caged
Encapsulated in glass
Coveted youth; now corrupted and used
Many were brought against their will
Their tiny forms now pressed against a window sill
The oldest profession...
Driven by perversion and male obsession.
And the sacrificial lambs
Are our little girls.

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Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
James Joyce

"The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives."
Albert Einstein

Hubris

I think you knew
Despite yourself
That day on the pier
Would be our last.
The wind was fierce
Your words were terse
Hubris, my dear,
Is your specialty.
Yet, my tears tasted sweet
Because I knew,
Despite myself
You were my hindrance.
And now I'm free.

Exculpation

Your decision
Was no decision.
No guilt
No blood on your hands.
Just tears in my coffee
And bitterness in my tea.

Free Will

If our free will leads us to our destiny
Is the will truly free?
Our decisions truly ours?
Do the tides feel our thoughts before they form?
Do we create our reality,
Or are the circumstances of our circumstances
Prescribed for us--
Limiting the scope of our "freedom"
To choose an alternate ending?
This is the proverbial vortex of the conundrum;
The universe prescribed--
That allows lovers to love
And hopers to hope.

But for a Season

Grieve for the loss of love
But never regret.
Each person comes into our lives
But for a season
To teach us something masterful.
Even if it is but how to endure the pain of loss.
Our tempestuous whims lead us to peril
So provocatively our hearts are ripped out
Left bleeding on the floor
Sweet carnage
Yet, these same wayward whims provide us with
The greatest joys in our lives.
The absence of these, therefore,
Would create our darkest hours.

REVOLUTION

Despite our class, caste, or grade of shoe
Don’t ever lower your head for anyone
True leaders bleed in the streets with the people
King of kings
... Crying with beggars, pleading with mothers
To feed the babies, all shall be as it will be, as it should
When the universe is properly aligned
Juxtaposed realities meld into paradise
And the naysayers fall to the wayside
Alone amongst fools
So never despair when in the company of foul men
For there is a King of kings in your breast, in your essence
Invoke Him and rise despite the treachery of the forlorn
Misery is but a mirror of the miserable heart, the forsaken mind
Never to be followed or mirrored…
Envy is the root of deceit, and treachery follows
So cast your hook amongst righteous men
And watch your leaders, lest they succumb to malfeasance
When the leaders fail to breathe with and eat with the people,
They are no longer the people and become impotent
And that is the time when there is no longer a choice,
When the cry is sounded, and the collective pain explodes,
There is only one choice….
Self-evident and emphatic…
REVOLUTION.

AN ODE TO VANITY

An ode to vanity
To that which fades away.
A beautiful face
Doth become dust and gray.
Strapping youth
Skillful hands
Doth decay unrequited and crumble like sand.
Behold the ticking of the antiquated clock
Tremble not and fear not.
The seepage of time
Is fastidious and true.
Nothing to mourn
We all shall sleep still beneath the dirt.

CONTROL

An avalanche of despair
And then, rebirth
The cathartic realization
That I am better off without you.
Your arms, though warm
Present a fearful fate;
A lifetime of bondage.
You require the death of 'me'
To fulfill your requirements,
And appease your desires.
No woman deserves that fate.