Live, love, give.

Formless

2014-12-13T05:07:00.001-08:00

So I grabbed the sky by the hem of her gown and tugged,
Tugged so hard she begun to rip,
So stars began to fall into my palm,
It's not true what they say about twinkling stars,
They burnt holes into my flesh,
Melting my skin so I could not tell where sight ended and taste begun,
Then infinity begun to rise in me,
For stars came to die and live inside of me,
Galaxies dared me to dance with them,
So I shed my skin and bore my flesh,
Pushed against it so hard it came apart from bone,
And I danced,
Bones pink and wet,
Glistening under the light beneath my skin,
Danced so hard that bone ground against bone into powder,
And when I no longer was form I rose,
Each speck a twinkling star,
Burning both bright and hot,
And I burnt and burnt,
Burnt so I could never remember the separateness of form.

Learning to say my name

2014-10-22T06:40:00.001-07:00

I have lost my name,
I must have known it once,
Must have experienced it so purely even before my ear could teach it to my hands,
For wombs before mine bore it,
Crushed and polished it,
Danced life into and out of it.

Vowels ringing like the unknown beyond a cavern's opening, calling me into itself,
Consonants like cracking whips, soft hands and tight spaces.

My belly aches for the one that will breathe fire into my name,
For the song that shall bring its apparition's bones back to life,
My hands itch with desire; to reach into the rivers of its deathbed,
Stomp into its dampened clay,
Call form right back into it...

Dissipate fear and love,
Learn and teach its meaning,
Its story, its life, its death,
Its purgatory, its hell, its demons,
Its blood, its, its, its wetness...

Fill these lungs with contamination,
With love and desperation for its depth,
Tighten my gut with rage,
Scream it out,
Scream it out because whispers are dead,
Feel it claw through my throat,
Blood and yearning carrying it into hungry caves.

Yes, let it smell the light,
Contain it,
Taste its saw rust edges, it has known tears,
Know its curves,
They that have been felt by unsuitable tongues.

Heal it, then spew it,
Into the open wounds of this heart, spew it,
Into eyes that no longer know the shapes and colours of sound,
Spew it into broken flesh,
And when they stand there intoxicate,
Retreat into yourself.

Say it, over and over and over again,
Say it till new whispers give life to those from whom they ascend,
Say it till you know the intimacy of its rise and fall,
Till you know it in your knowing's knowing.

Rising

2014-10-22T06:23:00.000-07:00

And if I, in an instance rose,

Crying out, if I rose,

Held out my arms,

Stretched them far,

Spread my self vast,

Going just beyond my eye's edge,

Crying out, if I rose,

Held out my arms,

Raised my eyes to the sky,

Sniffing out a distant cloud,

Summoning a great downpour,

Crying out, if I rose,

Held out my arms,

Lay open my womb,

Called out the old woman

Enshrined within the little girl,

Crying out, if I rose,

Held out my arms,

Feet pounding into the earth,

Carving out cracks for the roots of my seed,

Healing her wounds with song,

Crying out, if I rose,

Held out my arms,

Wrapping fingers around mountains in the east,

Dipping them into valleys in the west,

Pulled them into myself,

Crying out, I rose,

Held out my arms,

Held them out so wide they became wings.

Lovely Beast

2013-09-12T06:48:00.000-07:00

In the valleys of my heart's belly I have sung to you,
In its time of content I have praised you,
In its time of starve and need I still have praised you.

But you!
You wretched creature whose face shines like the sun,
Whose smile is my dawn,
Whose yawn is my abyss,
You wretched beast in whose arms I rest my head,
Upon whose glistening teeth I rest my breast,
In whose claws I rest my bursting heart,
You wretched creature whose mind is my entire cosmos,
Whose bossom is the beginning of my pain,
Whose kick is the edge of my joy,
I couldn't love you any more than I hate you.

You beautiful wretched beast who dangles pain so close to my spirit,
So it sears right through it,
You who feed me hope off your rotting palm,
I have wondered in my brightest of days,
And concluded in my darkest of hours,
That you, my darling wretch,
You shall forever be mine,
And I,
I couldn't hate you any more than I love you.

For you my sweet wretch are my master,
Whose feet I shall wash in blood and kisses,
As you my lovely wretch are my slave,
Whose blood and lips shall forever pay homage to my feet.

Of passion

2013-02-21T11:58:00.001-08:00

It’s of belief,

It's of doubt,

It’s of wanting to know why,

And then how,

It's the desire to find,

To create,

To be,

It's of attempt,

It's of failure,

It's of success,

It's of first steps,

It's of joy,

It's passion.

Yes, it's of passion!

The Feet of Wisdom

2013-02-19T12:47:00.000-08:00

There’s a shuffling of feet,

A haunted shuffling,

Of feet dredging,

A shuffling labored and strained.

There’s a shuffling of feet,

An uneasy shuffling,

Of feet unsure of time,

Uncertain about its sting,

When it comes and;

Where it strikes.

There’s a shuffling of feet,

A telling shuffling,

Of feet that have been,

Anywhere feet could be,

That have gathered and scattered tales,

That have plodded through puddles,

Of blood, sweat and tears,

That have trudged through deserts,

Void of pause, love and fulfillment.

There’s a shuffling of feet,

A well trained shuffling,

Faltering only at unquestioned belief,

At the fear of excavation and search.

There’s a shuffling of feet,

Of feet sturdy and robust,

Threatened by tedious treks,

Through whole lies and half truths,

Through convention and into boxes.

There’s a shuffling of feet,

Of feet once lost,

Of feet that have fought,

Of feet certain,

Of feet student to life.

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Meet that never was

2013-02-18T07:59:00.000-08:00

I’m curious about you.

About your eyes,

About what emotion they may betray,

About their focus; eyes or cleave,

With how much yearn they’ll devour my curves,

Even more, how much they’ll search mine.

I’m curious about you.

About your lips,

About their natural curve,

About their fullness,

I dare say

About how they would feel against mine,

About how they would taste,

How they curl when you speak your heart’s secrets.

I’m curious about you.

About your hands,

About their ability to hold mine,

About the gentleness of their touch,

About the strength of their grasp,

Even more,

About how open they are to receive.

I’m curious about you,

About your mind,

About the thoughts that cross its hallways,

About the ideas conceived in its womb,

About those that grow to occupy its libraries,

How they move from womb through to its library.

I’m curious about you.

About your heart,

About its contents,

About its alcoves and caverns,

About the light is shines,

About the darkness of the pain it may know,

About how warm its embrace is,

What makes its strings quiver.

I’m curious about you.

I want to dive into you and explore you.

Not my words

2013-02-13T22:54:00.000-08:00

No! These you can’t have,

These you can’t touch,

These you can’t stain,

Not with your sayings of old and,

Cute satirical colloquials,

I refuse to have you taint my gems;

My little bullets of life.

You can have all else,

But my words are mine.

the blackness behind her voice

2013-01-29T08:11:00.000-08:00

the blackness behind her voice

as she spoke in the tongue of truth

her words creating form

and as they rolled off the edge of her tongue

dripping into finite consciousness

she took them on a journey

she told tales she shouldn’t dare tell

of truths she should have no sense for

yet spoke as would a master;

before her master

oh her words bore such magic

such knowledge of the ethereal

told in the humility of a novice

and yet all i could see

was the blackness behind her voice

Your warted arms

2013-01-28T12:48:00.000-08:00

I desire your warted arms,

To feel their indiscreet warmth,

Its raspy scrape.

Stroke my skin with your verminate tips,

Spew sweet toxic words right into my soul,

Penetrate my being with your rotting phallus.

Yours are the arms I yearn,

They that couldn't comfort me.

Di

2013-01-28T12:35:00.000-08:00

The numbers add up,

The sky in the vastness of its content,

The earth in the expanse of its diversity,

It can all be reduced to symbols,

Representations.

Binaries.

Twos.

Of rights and women

2013-01-28T10:51:00.001-08:00

Listen to them,

Menacing sways to borrowed chants,

Intricate tunes they couldn’t possibly create.

Look at them,

Walking as though they own their feet,

Making blatant attempts at boldness.

Could you be so egomaniacal?

Waving about loud placards,

Screaming profanities,

Parading your needs;

Like they’re consequential,

Rights?!

Who said you had any?

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This, That

2013-01-25T21:42:00.001-08:00

Open skies and shut eyes,

Light that begs to penetrate,

Shadows that threaten to desecrate,

Open waters becking at the adventurer,

Depths yearning to swallow you whole,

One soul with time for a foe,

One life with intangibility for a friend,

This. The bane of the human condition.

Please don't

2013-01-24T00:55:00.000-08:00

Touch me,

Please don’t,

Kiss my heart with your fingertips,

With your eyes heal my lips.

Take me,

Please don’t,

Tie me up and give me wings,

Make me your own little fledgling.

Have me,

Please don’t,

Rip through my flesh,

Let my soul bleed afresh.

Tame me,

Please don’t,

Steal my spirit’s fire,

Don’t you dare take me higher!

Kiss me,

Please don’t,

Don’t understand my thoughts,

Coz then I couldn’t hide my smile.

Leave me be,

Please don’t,

Consume my being,

Then quell this yearn.

Feel me,

Please don’t,

I’ll be exposed and you’ll see,

You’ll know that I need.

So whatever you do…

Please don’t.

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Preach preacher! Preach.

2013-01-09T09:43:00.000-08:00

Congregational rituals begin,

Hands lifted skyward,

They’d prefer “heavenward”,

Hearts repentant;

But it’s the pockets,

It is they that know true penance,

They that are contrite.

Preach preacher!

Make altar of that Broadway stage,

Wipe off that trickle that attempts to expose your guise,

Looooord come down!......

And be part of this well crafted, well, craft,

His is ecclesiastical aphrodisia, you see,

Louder! Louder!

Faster! Faster!

Harder! Harder!

And amidst sacred spasms

They come and they come,
Come right to the altar,

Then in such humble fashion;

Into their pockets they reach,

In such piety they offer,

And in such polished sanctimony you receive.

It is deserved, right?

Yes, preacher.

Tell them of hell’s fire,

Of sulphur and of brimstone,

Is your god so inconsequential?

Tell me oh holy teacher,

Could a chapel so righteousesque,

So bloated with garish semblance,

So full of yearn for truth,

Could it lack a god?

Could it be spiritual vacuum?

Your words show disgust at my daresay,

But it is your actions,
It is they that I listen to.

So preach preacher, preach.

For if you dared stop,
If you dared drop that guise,
If you dared shift from receiver to giver,

Hell’s fury should be no more.

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Creation

2013-01-05T06:05:00.000-08:00

Pyramid,

Scheme (digression),

Block by sweat soaked block,

Soaring high, high, higher,

Each, foundation for next,

Level ‘pon level,

Schem……atic,

Fingers’ tips collaborate with mind,

Planning, scheming,

Production,

Produce (digression),

End justifies means (no),

But first,

Concrete,

Thought,

Abstract,

Idea,

Eye beckons mind,

Omega? (digression? No)

Alpha.

Pyramids of Giza.

Cycle.

Idea becks Idea.

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I Shall Dance

2013-01-05T05:52:00.000-08:00

Find me,

I sit, quietly, in fetal,

Hiding behind my mask of words,

Painstakingly mustered,

A well decorated cache,

To keep you enticed,

But not enough to stimulate,

I’m afraid I can’t satisfy.

I don’t want you to find me,

I hide, silently, in fetal,

Little scratching imps, hoards,

Intent on keeping me flustered,

But I know.

In a child’s haunting voice,

Appearing to emerge from obscurity,

They can hear my evil taunt,

Now it’s my turn to fluster.

I know something you don’t.

HA!

Yes, scratch away little imps,

For once your bellies are burst,

Once your eyeballs scathe in hateful glee,

Once your breaths reach their putrid peak;

And are no more,

Oh once your verminate phallus has penetrated my flesh,

I will speak to you in tongues foreign,

And in my embrace,

In the passion of my will,

You will sear to anonymity,

And then,

Then,

With the phoenix,

I shall dance.

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Take My Hand

2012-08-29T13:55:00.003-07:00

Take my hand,

Please take my hand.

I’m treading paths I haven’t before,

In woods they never told me about,

Surrounded by a threatening fog,

I may put on a brave face,

But I’m afraid and feel lost,

And I need to see the way…

But my eyes will not suffice,

I just need you to take my hand,

I will clutch on to yours and won’t let go,

Because I trust you to lead the way,

I know if you do I won’t fall,

So please love, take my hand.

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That Little Light

2012-08-29T13:53:00.001-07:00

Hey little girl,

Yeah you with the sad smile,

Look like you’ve crawled for miles,

Like your chest could take no more sand,

And all you need is just one more blister,

I know baby, I know,

It was the sparkle and the glitter,

It captured your soul,

And from the little patched litter,

You stood striped,

I know honey,

I know that ache,

It seizes your heart,

And all you can become is that,

But hey pretty girl,

It’s ok to step away,

Keep your stripes and step away,

Pave your path just step away,

That sparkle and that glitter,

They glisten through your eyes,

Ever so bright.

Hold yourself tight,

You are where there is light,

Shut your pretty little eyes,

And follow that there your little light,

Step away, keep crawling,

1..2..3 times you may go a-falling…

But honey,

That little light of yours,

Best let it shine.

Bird and Me

2012-08-23T11:11:00.001-07:00

Does the bird ever watch me and wish we could trade places?

She, with her ability to defy gravity,

Me, with my inability to disobey it;

She, with her ability to simply collect her next meal,

Me, with my ability to grow my next meal;

She, with the ability to migrate with season,

Me, with the ability to adapt with season;

She, with the ability to play in the sky,

Me, with the ability to create in the sky;

We’re both exotic creatures,

But, does she ever wish she could trade places with me?

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Innocence

2012-08-10T07:20:00.000-07:00

Hush little child,

The glass that protected your essence from the world,

It is shattered.

You don't even realize it yet,

But the girl in the mirror,

Is one you just met,

At dawn she was only 10,

Dusk has come,

She is old and frail.

Hush little child,

For the world has her ways,

She has robbed you,

She will also teach you.

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Rote

2012-06-07T10:38:00.000-07:00

He looks up eyes on fire,

Heart at the brink of break,

Rote,

Just as he was taught,

Quasi-militant steps,

Quasi-rebel speech,

He looks up.

Denim and a T-shirt,

Arafat hanging loose,

Conundrum of blue thoughts,

A single thought comes to screeching halt,

Bareness,

Utter bareness,

He lets it tease,

Reaches for the hems of his T,

Instead he salutes at a passing hawk.

Quasi-free,

Quasi-bound,

Quasi-common,

Quasi-peculiar…

To be,

Or not to be,

To be,

Or to seem?

That is his question.

Excavation Dance

2012-05-14T11:45:00.001-07:00

No names,

I don’t want to know.

No talk,

We’re alien to this.

No intro,

I’m here,

You’re here.

Just this here moment.

Just this excavation dance.

Glide into layer after layer,

Discover pure amethyst in my depths,

Chests and chests of truth and taboo,

All fear and courage in pits and caverns,

Come in,

See me.

Excavation,

Hot breathe and cold sweat,

Put out you palms so I can trace my roots,

Breathless,

Pull me close into the collage that’s you,

Hold me erect so I can listen to the sounds,

Quivering heartstrings,

The African drum in our feet,

The Latin beat in our hip,

Let me fall in vulnerable mosey.

Ours is one only we can appreciate.

It’s intoxicated amethyst.

I'm sure you know this but just in case you don't, AMETHYST comes from the Ancient Greek 'a' (not) 'methustos' (intoxicated) referring to the belief that the stone would protect its owner from intoxication.

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You

2012-05-14T11:40:00.000-07:00

In a fleeting moment,

I thought of a man,

It was you.

The moment fast fled,

The thought long lingered,

It was you.

Thought bred feeling,

Feeling chose to stay,

It is you.

Tombstone Tale

2012-05-14T11:35:00.000-07:00

Life, what song shall you sing of me when death calls?

Shall you sit on my tombstone in proud reminisce?

Shall you make of my existence profound allegory?

Pray tell, life, what dance shall you do when death beckons?

Shall it be graceful Vietnamese or sensual Argentine?

Shall you glide over my grave or stand over it in disdain?

Show me what poetry you have of me,

Is it an ode?

Is it epic?

Or does it scorn my flesh as it grows verminate?

Say life, let’s you and I meet some day at my tombstone,

And you can show, dance and tell.