There’s a place in this world
Where the stars and living beings meet
Where the water and planets collide
There’s a place in this earth
Where humans find fire
And the sins of our predecessors
Are washed away by the prayers of our ancestors.
Even in the void,
energy accumulates
Even in the darkness,
the light sparkles
In the glimmer of your eyes,
I see stories
I see stories telling of pain and love
In the sparkle of your eye,
I see the fire
I see the fire that burns for the Phoenix to arise
A very special occurrence is taking place
As ancient as the coming together of continents
Before they were Separated by the waters of language
A rare lunar eclipse convergence brought you to me
It reflected the whole of our ancestral lineage on the mirror of this land
Let me pray for you goddess of bravery
Let me share my soul in these words
Into your hearts mind
Let it be heard by the deaf
And seen by the blind
Let the echoes of silence
Remind you
To sing once again
May the souls of our fathers
The spirits of our mothers
The hearts of the living
And the memories of the dead
Protect us
Protect you
Protect me
I bow in your honor
Goddess of the moon

She came and visited me in my dreams
Let’s fall in love for the night she said
I didn’t know who she was
but the sense of familiarity let me drift
She came to me and told me
I am your soul incarnation from a past life
She looked at me and kissed me
Kissed me with her eyes and lips
kissed me with the touch of her finger tips
I asked her, How many past lives ago?
her answer was – time is not something I can know
She said the present always comes
where you go
but it doesn’t stay if you do,
it will move and move with or without you
So, I am here to love you tonight
I am you, your self love in it’s greatest might
Lets be lovers for the night
be in union, whole together
alone in you, and Me – I

Friday night
Saturday morning
New moon rises
With the sun

Isn’t it funny
All the ways
The moon rises

In its different phases
Different faces
Sun in new spaces

Colors and stars
Skies and mars
Venus and saturn
A correlation in the pattern

3:33 – 11:11
The sage lost in his timeless
Heaven

Synchronous evolution
Longing and yearning
Heartful revolution
Flowering and burning

Let go and let love
Your love is my love

The moon kisses
Me, in my dreams
I miss my eclipse
So it seems

Let’s be lovers for a night
Make our lives more of a delight
Dance under the star light
As the moon hid in the might
Of your sky
Dear Sun,

My closest star

I see heaven
in your eye.

I had a train of thought
but I lost it
now I am looking for another one
or maybe
I’ll just tune in and drop back out
it faded
why not further..
wait
sit visualize yourself in that moment
that moment you had that thought

I was driving, and lost in the subconsious act
Autopilot enagaged
bzzzzt (Buzzing sounds of the machine taking over)

They used to call me king of kings
I had so much, so many
till I had no thing
I tried to tell them
I am no King
I tried to tell them
they still hear no thing

Thats when I lost my train of thought

I jumped off the train of my thoughts while it was moving
it was the hardest thing one could ever do

are you keeping up with this mumbo jumbo?
Are my words making sense, or is it all just lumbo dumbo?

One person at this party
joked with me about how
the light at the end of the tunnel was a train

I laughed and told him that I jumped of that train
that train was my train of thoughts
moving, so you better get out of the way

I wanted to be something
and ended being everything
I only wanted one some thing
it didnt have to be all every thing

The scent of a warrior
in his pijamas
visits the goddess at night
a temptress of a smell
her memories ring the eternal bell
orgasm her heaven
God there is no hell.

A writer holds his quil after midnight
to tell the tale of two lovers
after a whole long time spent working on the plot
hours, days, weeks, months and years
he gathers his might, all in just one night
and drops the cliche
he burns up the write up
up in smoke it goes.
up up the story no one knows.

Now the writer writes
for the sake of the words
not for the sake of the story
for a story implies a timeline
beginning climax end
click clock, what’s the point of the
tick tock?
while words hold close to the true
essence of the expression
an admission to the impression
that extends in through progression

Oh the words that I have stuck inside
stuck so high up a steep hill
oh the words that need
not a writer
but it requires a climber to fetch these words
not a writer
but it requires a warrior to say these words
not a writer
but it requires a singer to perform these words
not a writer
but it requires a salesman to sell these words
not a writer

get it to your head, I am not a writer

Not a writer, writing words from his bed
not a writer feeling mumbo jumbo in his head
not alive nor dead
not a pen nor a bread

catch my drift? or should we surf another wave?

I am only the instrument through which these words misbehave—

meee—owww

Lucy

You are the horizon of my soul
I look at you to seek the Whole

Divinity stood tall in your heart
it shines through from the very start

There’s a crack in your eye
a window to the eternal I

In the absence of light there is you
In the midst of darkness you guide

Never lost, no where to be found
Never here, no where to be there

You are the full emptiness
and the half wholeness

You are the seeker and the sought
that which is real and not

You are time, and forever
you are all and none

You have seen what hasn’t been visible
and you hear what hasn’t been said

A beautiful paradox who has a solution

You are that which I am
I am that which you are

You are the narrator who tells no story

And I belong to you
owner of nothing

We all belong to you
and you own none of us

Red blood moon
Fire in my root
Allow my inner desire
To womanifest
The Goddess of my
Inner ocean of
Love & Lust
May the flower of
Her soul
Encompass mine

Once more

Oh blissful heaven
Fruit of your womb
Heart of your intuition
Call forth my skin
I am your fairy
And a warrior
Within
Let me in

Again

Eternal new moon of love
Open her heart for mine
May our souls dance
The sacred dance
Once again
Let our legs
Hands
Bodies
Mouths
Organs intertwine
Eternal soul
You and me
Me and you
I n I
Dear flower of life
Connect our dots
In the garden of paradise
Oh lord of the heavens
I pray for love
Through you
Through me
Through her

I want to write
words that would captivate
every atom in your molecular
particle body radiator

I miss being the
master that suffocates
the little opening that releases
ink from the pen to the paper

Its like a cooking pan
the process of alchemy
allowing your mind
to stir into singularity

generating the force of your
gravitational field

pushing
and pulling your thoughts
creating orbits of memories
that make up all the colors

of your halo

Hey Yo

I am
I am the power through which this screen is lit up
yes I am the electrical codes sent into the matrix
of unwoven potential, information decoded through.

I am
I am the energy that circulates around you in this
seemingly empty space. Look this space is more
than everything else that lives in it, as so, there is more of me.

I am
O, I thought, and I became.
My heart brought about the rain
O, I thought and it was a flame.
My mind crypted by the game.

I am
the ubitiqous nature of your mirror
reflections upon layers of holographic
memories encrypted deep in your DNA

Flower Power
let it be known we are arising
let it be seen we are rising
let it be heard we arise
let it be, the wise.

Flower hour,
the 60’s 70’s will return
2020, is just the start of plenty
0s
O, the tables have turned
I am time, reversed.
multiversed, omniversed.
I am the omniverse potential
of your erotic adventure.
I am the ultimate enhancement
to your dopamine prolactin
I am
that which can keep going, and going and going.
I am a book that never ends
infinite in my nature,
vast in my words
sealed in my covers.
I am God, Goddess
Non-Binary decadance
interplanetary dependance
Astral project me
Astral Eject me
Astral, expect me

——

CIty light, desires
streets aroused, all the cars
Drive
their turning tires
touch the asphalt
making it’s heart halt
dirty love making
the burning flame
inside
drive
Men, on Men
and women in seats.
cover their hairs
their hands and their feets
Men for streets and
women in seats.
The butcher eats
the freshly slaughtered
meats
the cats like the heat
Dogs scour trash cans
they’re pretty beat
a little dollar
scratch my back
help me take off my collar
owners lost
monetary
entanglement
bank of deceipt
the never ending reciept.

I love you.
crewl world,
I love you
delightful
playful
cosmic laughter.
We are your little babies,
save us from our own disaster
let us bring our own
fate unto us in your
loving embrace.
let the waters of your heart
fill our homes.
till we grow from the trees
into our new wombs
Life after life
Cycle after Cycle
We sit here
watching and waiting,
pondering and debating
how can we aid, the unaided
for they have raided
their own
by their own.
and we don’t Own,
we just help the weaver
get sewn
the matrix, is yours
the glass is blown
you are the blower
and the glass blow.

Breathe
with us
in-finity

what words will I use for this one?
–
poetic definitions of dreamful web weaving
navigating the continoum of experience
in this flesh
FLESH
Flesh self one met flesh self two
Flesh self two was telepathic
so was flesh self one
Flesh love flesh
magic was the nature of their non flesh self
so they played
this game of life
again and again
–
how far does the food go
from your mouth till it reaches your stomache?
microscopic bites, broken down,
how small does it break down to?
relative from it’s size
how far would the food you just swallowed
travel to reach your gut? and then digest more to reach your…..
–
this one is not about love
it’s about communion
The desire for the soul
To blossom like a lotus
Oh blue lotus
Ancient flower of
Divination
How you touch on love
As soft as water droplets
Form on your petals
Such is a Moist Dawn
–
The shaman prays
With the trees at the forest
And the sands in the desert
With the water in the ocean
And the wind at the breeze
–
To the sun of my night
moon of my day
–
Shame there’s no rewind button.

The vortex opened
three crows circle the magicians
as they weave the alchemical process
of intelligable wisdom
under the warm winter sun
where the twin sisters were born

two peaks, two portals

I peaked into your soul
and My heart left
through the sole
of my foot
into the ground like a snake
looking for the dragons
beneath the ocean
the starfish dances
with a rabbit
The heart sings
Energy rises
a volcanic erruption

new land forms

I am the destroyer

& the sustainer.

Oh my Goddess
May the light in your eyes
shine as bright as the voice
of your heart
May the heart of your voice
shine as bright
as the light

in your eyes.

I see the self behind the self
and look for the reflection

in the mirror

The mistress is a mirror
The master, is a student.