Having partaken
of the communion

Your body,
your wine

(kind of foolish to think
I'd be the same)

I wish the ghosts would visit
me as viscerally
as the story of old

If the past is
real and the future
is real

Who is here now
(some other kind of ghost)

no fear of death
no fear of the beyond

I belong to
the Great Spirit

I will go
where the Spirit
guides me

Goddess remember
me as one who died
and came back to life for you

Goddess protect your fragile heart
which is softer than the sun
bigger than the moon

(it is the space I live inside of)
forgive me for being human
and for loving you too much

it's perfect
that no one reads
this poetry

so easy to deconstruct the
poetics of desire

transparent semiotics

(fairest creature I've ever
glimpsed
moving through the forest
of my
mind)

Goddess of the cirlce
blessed me with her sound
(her touch)
her mouth

whispering
pleasure
humming the infinite

sound of joy permeates
my vibration

timeless happening
inside the circle

I wish I could
read the poems
you write in your
mind

You ask me what
these poems are worth

Or how much they cost me,
or what will be the return?

life should strike you down just for asking,
for not knowing what life is worth

There are many things not taught in skool
things that can only be learned
way, way out on the edge...

I have lived and bled there
to bring you these small poems...
I don't care what the cost is...

I spend all that god has given me
to distill the mysteries
into this tiny cup
(drink and you will see!)

I Love you because you are
changing

not for what you will become

because you are a brother of the spirit
sacred warrior travelling the forever road

so we sit a while on this forever road &
make tea from nothing and drink the steam

speak of our battles
of our women

of the arrows that pierced our souls,
and we have a good laugh

show scars, and
laugh some more

(Silently tattooing the same word)

WHAT WAS WRITTEN INSIDE THE ANGEL'S DECOMPOSING MIND

"I love her like magic
I love her like my own childhood

Like Christmas when it was still pure

There is no erasure for such things
the blood beating through her veins is a
strange intoxicaticant

some perfume of the gods eminating


fools will think I speak of lust
as if the human race survived on anything but,

Sacred cave ancestors understood the flesh bond.
unbreakable evidence of the mystical

If I don't belong in this world
it's only because of you that I dropped by
(to take a break from infinity to
behold your flawed magnificence)

Most perfect"

reptilian beasts
came to me in visions

(primal power.
time to recreate
all these dreams

protect them,
keep them alive
until they are strong
enough to hunt)

Too much time
Darkness
evolution from the primal

(reptile brains deluged
with information)

the astrolabe of my mind
stops spinning

(zodiac impressions of
fantastic historic/future
visions)

Even if you are wrong for me
even if it's all a lie
even if it ends mankind

(i still
choose you)

I took my chances
sink or swim

Pulled the trigger on every dream
some flew and
some crashed (hard)

But I'm still standin'
still dreamin'
still bein'

Ain't gonna act like an adult
just yet
(don't live with regret)

It's all fine by me
the price I paid
to stay
free
(it's just me)

Still making sacrifices
as if the Gods want psychic
blood

unable to cut
through the walls
that bound you

no door to smash down
No villian to punch out

(rid myself of all things)
Except the joy & wealth
of birthright

(weighted down with progress
& perfection
& outcomes)

It's probably time to just roll down
the mountain
laughing
forgetting all about
the summit

I.

My power
comes from the softness
& fear inside

Seeker of aloneness
understands a beauty missed
by the world

Dogs chasing their tales
in the marketplace

(make no mistake Angel
you are
The One)

II.

We cannot hide
from time beloved
destiny will consume us

Safer in the distance
lick our wounds in
comfort

(salted cuts
sugared tongues)

What we have created
is too beautiful to be
undone

III.

You forget that
it was you
who asked for this
poetry

Wanted me to charm your
soul
into magic

(shimmy out of the
old skin)

your spirit knows the dance


IV.

If we stopped
being afraid to
recieve what....

Let's start again...
If we stopped being afraid
to pray for what we
really...

(or maybe,
if we stopped stopping
& stopped praying &
stopped believing
and stopped wanting....)

we are a new
beauty created by now
standing before the sacred
mirror

You made it easy
for me to run away

proved to me that you
were unworthy (just as you feared)

We made each other afraid
(afraid of what we really wanted)
such a children's game

We must have the exact same fears
(but from opposite directions)
I'm still working on a cure

This life is
the experience of
each of us

excorcising our
demons
exaclty the way we
want to

haunting of
terrible beauty
stings sweet
in soul-waters

(there is a dark angel
I never see,
angel of light that is
always with me)