Sunday, August 29, 2010

So we decided to put the trip down
the medieval crap and
the new-age shamanism
was all a wash

(we ate some kinda magic fruit
and became birds or something
quicksodic)

Friday, August 27, 2010

A woman's quiet acceptance
(the way she loves children and the
innocent and the broken)

Must have something to do with the way clouds
open and grass grows

(and I don't really mean anything or know what I'm talking
about or even understand my own dreams)

I'm just looking for an excuse to tell you about
my love

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The entire sky of what
I feel for her is bigger than
the real sky

(she knows these mountains of who I
am will always be there to shelter
her children and her
body and her
dreams)

No fire
no rain
can touch
this place

(she knows
and she sees
and she reads my
eyes/mind
soul-whispers)

Monday, August 23, 2010

Funny how it was raining that day
when all I saw was sunlight
with you in the room

Sunday, August 22, 2010

...to the time I imagined myself
without fear,
running through the back trails...
a pure soldier of God...

(this time I was only a soldier,
infused with light)

No fear
no pain

a good soldier knows when to fight
when to hide
when to kill
when to survive
when to die

(when to rise)

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Some of these visions.
Or better to say,
"all of these visions that she's haunting
in my mind"

Which is to say every thought in my dust strewn
head
(those times we were:
gone
and the times we should have died,
and I shot my soul around the planet,
shot my head full a smoke and lights)

We search for perfect mirrors and I know
there is something perfectly perfect about her
something essentially
perfect

Friday, August 20, 2010

I musta been somebody else
before these times
came along
through invisible
illumination
(her face dreams of me constantly)


So many spaces inside of my time
reverberate with the moments of our
aliveness

(moments of darkness stretched paper-thin)
moments of light encompassing
everything

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Our time is movin on
she sure was a dreamer
(and I like that)
Barely walked the earth
(enough pain to make her human as hell)
still can't convince myself though,
that she ain't
some kinda angel

No she ain't some kinda
angel
(some kinda angel)

Monday, August 16, 2010

I'ma' come get you wunna these days
ride you around the world a time or two

(I know about the prophecies
I know about the machines)

staggering into the future
blurring lines

We might become cloud-like incarnations
of poems

(dark silent night-trees from dreams)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Image of the proximity of
our souls
in forest darkness

(I write poetry to be
near you)

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Surrounded by darkness
(we envelop each other)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

or so we thought
after the mystic visions
ripped apart with sweet flesh
drinking the blood of our spirits like
tainted wine
it became so unclear
beneath the muddy waters of
what we once loved endlessly


(these times repeat themselves so often)
we have never heard of them

Most of the travelers have forgotten their
destination
and origin

be at home inside of
mine

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

I love you like magic
like stars
like nighttime

Saturday, August 7, 2010

(some of my power)

escaped some future nighttime in your arms

where we moved like ocean waves

who could forget the times

the masters must have lied

for they could never know

the glow of your aliveness

Friday, August 6, 2010

I love you more
than the sun

& the same as
the moon