With all my blood
I love them

Terrible machines
of lust and fire
Demons growling

Hurtle through space-time
beautiful death

Fire Princess
Make love in the dawn

(We can be nomadic heroes)

Welcome inside
the infinite circle

Let's make the earth and sky our
home

Goddess of the
fire-hair and
Athenian Magic

Pure Goddess Power
This is what we live for

I'll let my life
flow to you

(let my river
run to you)

welcome you inside
my poetry

We're getting younger
Gosho,
(let's ride into our infancy,
dumb teen luck,
ride like we were as old
as 20)

Completely fuck it up
stupid kids,
break our hearts
search for the sun

See,
My brother and I
don't know anything
about the walls


He likes to fly.
jump out of anything
(off buildings, cliffs, ect...)

Funny how we're getting younger
(stronger,
dumber)

You were just
a child while
I was in India
(dreaming)

Hunted angels
into the past

wicked machines
of fury burning

holes right through
our lives

so we rode
with kings

long ago into
the future

radio waves/
analog screams

(lost in an age of metal
we cry for fire)

Katherine and I rode
bicycles in Pune
Her father, only a child,
ran messages behind enemy
lines, fighting the Germans

Her mother nursed an American soldier
in a house, converted to a hospital
In his gratitude
he stole her a bicycle

She had the last of Dutch royalty
in her blood
and spoke of an aboriginal telling her
that every where he looked, all he
saw was,
"white ghost seeking"

White ghost seeking
through the machines
(sift souls for
meaning, gold)

Try to pretend you
did not see the lighting
flash between us

when the Phoenix beckons
you can't hesitate

Broke down your
walls of paradise
(we ate the poison fruit)

Can you hear it calling
In dreams
in waking

Remember that time
we came upon our selves
hidden in the white cave

STASIS (by Reginald Bryant)

Follow your breath.

When it comes (and it always does).

It will come as a fire that stops short of immolation

and then quickly recede into a slow burn.

The pain will be exquisite.

Listen for the hum of machines

who never yearn or tire

or eat, or sleep or want.

Focus on that soothing drone of industry.

On the safety of things far removed from that fever.

I waited
underneath the clouds
to see the pink moon
for you

(The crickets were singing)

you don't wanna crash
you don't wanna die
you just wanna fly

I know about the
rust and the blood
and the rest of the
stuff...

(didn't I tell you to
burn your house
down)

My motor is strong
and everything's already undone
and we haven't got long
to live

You should ride
with me

Bring two
or three of
your Gods,
and let's see
what happens

FOR MY PERSIAN FAIRY

We all wrote Rumi
(cracked open as we are)
Light gushing everywhere

What have you seen in
my poetry

Did it take you somewhere

(I would like to go there
with you)

Everybody's waitin' to die
(me I'm just tryin' to keep 
flyin')

I was a long haired hippie
type
broke the rules
outlaw style

Slinging dirt
with open pipes
full throttle disease
anything illegal was
free

It's all right to
burn it down
burn it down

(just burn it
down)

I'm gonna ride
for you

Golden haired
baby blue

(you know I have a sky
for you
inside)

The times we fly
the times we fly

Real as shit
Got my back
got my wings

Bullets are nothin
when it comes to
friends

(we ride
we fly
never die)

Ghosts on the run
let's ride with our skulls

After jumping from planes,
and blah, blah, blah...

We hid in mountains
kept it in the vault,
ran from the cops (of course)

All of our romantic notions
foolish as they may seem

A kiss
(Puma)
Death-Wish

If there were someone else
to write poetry to

We should find them
(search the galaxies)

But these are for
you