I touch you
just once right
in passing
a light brush
my two fingers
one deft hand
drawing something
that dawning
a thin line
right across
your star sign
crossing songlines
what a feeling
your entrancing
mesmerizing eyes
flashing messages
insightfully revealing
something about
inner cravings
silent feelings
something even
oddly deeper
meaning relevant
carnal love
confessing darkness
a tawdry space
even expressing
oddly pressing
outer rage
what if
we never
even touched
oddly what about
just letting go
so much
addressing time
repressing all
my emotional itch
conditional really
if love 
were blind
if only I
was deaf
even dumb
would just
some odd touch
really matter
all that
love and such
could be
much rounder
might be 
roundly fonder
what if
profound dessert
everything always
after taste
some spoiled 
same name
reframed flavour
so I
thought about 
it all
behaviour savouring
bits and pieces
just a touch
nerve endings
some honey call
brushing life
with fantasy
some touch
in its infancy
maybe urgency
crouching tiger
insurgent laughing
eagle calling
emergent crying
hungry lion
what a roar
thirsty fire
glowing embers
within hunger's core
resolving flaming
involving burning
attentive sighing
let me
touch you
once again
maybe lightning
will decide
to strike
maybe something
all this
more enlightening
outer feeling
on this
sacred ride
my heart
touching foolish
my mind
crouching rudeness
is it
proudly crude
my pride
letting your
entrancing sound
fancifully open
my closed
try profound
third eye
what if
I hear
your inner
realized truth
even bitter
self entitled
serialized thought
might I
get a taste
of your inner
infused self
would I 
finally see
your flowing
radiant hair
your romancing
dancing eyes
my obedient self
might I
finally touch
your living soul
finally giving
into feeling
gently touch
your beating heart
kiss your parting lips
starting with
just another touch
brushing life
an eventful crush
with music
your swaying hips
assembling love
trusting your
inner part
sharing vital
vitality and lust
yet truly
real caring
trusting love
resembling all
that trembling
inner with outer bliss
cosmically reflecting
all that
precious love
that exists
within all of this

          * * * 

 

drink
from this
deep well
holy water
quench this
lasting thirst
think 
about this
sacred shell
holy matter
within this
earthly curse
drink
from this
holy well
deep water
what is
holy worth
think
about this
sacred place
this deep well
where God exists
what if
holy comes
revealing God
that sacred face
revealing will
creative light
arrival so precious
revealing grace
that sacred peak
so righteous
in holy style
that deep well
where holy dwells
that sacred spring
is God's delight
such a holy thing
liquid creation
with that
precious sight

       * * * 

 

I gave away
my car
just gave away
all my money
signed over
my house
to someone else
I quit my job
quit my life
I quit my self
quit my kids
even quit my wife
surrendered beloved
trusting pets
to unholy CPS
so much desperation
just like every nation
stripped naked
wanting to stand out
floundering in that
resoundingly raucous
waiting for rapture
in that romancing
carnival street
demand complete faith
awaiting this final hour's
tempting saviour
some holy relief
temptation coming down
somewhere on high
divinity's temptress
descending between
those scarily parting
impartial clouds
verily such holy 
moly behaviour
saviour brilliance 
mystically favourable
shining light
so rapture me
take me up
captured I shall
enraptured I will
most surely rise
encapsulate me
being exceptional
in glorious heaven
that paradise place
somewhere so curious
God once visited there
meritorious dreams
notoriously far away
somewhere so sensuous
hidden far beyond
deliriously distant
far off galaxies
galactically boundless
mysterious universe
far past all those
glimmering stars
rapture me
right off this
sinfully chaotic street
prophets tell me
not to fear
rest assured
demons can't
capture me
believe in Jesus
whose coming
relief to do
something real
sit down to have 
one last supper
take a stand
once again
I'm not sure
roll away
each cryptic stone
exactly what
make peace
good luck
with that
stop war
raise up
all those
war dead
good luck
my inceptive friend
make things
receptive concepts
in prophetic Christ
somehow better
perhaps conjuring
something elementary
for good behaviour
another socially acceptable
conceptual device
good luck again
accept stoning
expect crucifixion
we're so dead
beyond this
planetary dread
cred mass extinction
things are going
steadily deeper
into planetary memory
some final keepsake
museum pieces
that artless distinction
geologic reformation
creating continental heartache
so rapture me
I want to go
be one in heaven
be one adorned
with that glowing
supernatural aura
wear all that
rapturously supreme
bejeweled heaven
my heavenly crown
such ghostly light
making me think
mostly for my ego
for god's sake
good things
about myself
think about
placing me
as somehow
tastefully perfect
one heavenly recipe
enlightened being
eternally spicy
truly seen
in God's pure 
cinnamon light
remembering  gold
all those spiritual things
frankincense and myrrh
all things are suffering
so why wait
for wiseman gifts
for mystical healing
something magical
medicine from heaven
to wholistically heal
all our running sores
to finally truly mend
our deep and weeping wounds
isn't that what
biblical medicine is for
it's written in 
one smitten bible
heal yourselves
Jesus told us so
so why wait
for something
that may
not come
that fantastic
summer dream
autumn's phantasmic
wish for spring
your holy prayer
hoping all those
desert bound
seers and soothsayers
socially deemed
as truthsayers
tik tok tik tok
truly prophets
so truly not foolish
but truly caring ones
so dream about
rapture this
even imagine
rapture that
shouldn't we 
just daily live
our best attitudes
gratitude for lives
beatitude for living
trusting jive
must be trying
so it seems 
knowing we
might not be
heavenly blessed
trusting those things
that really work
must be so trying
bringing real peace
making being things
peaceably better
ease suffering
share gentle
keep in touch
sentimentally as much
as we
two legged beings
possibly can
woman and man
so much more
than enough
with our own
two talented hands
keep open minds
dealing with everyday
all that work of daily life
all those challenging demands
so keep connected
Eden could have been
our connected clans
our shared and blessed
holy land
we are
messed up now
our present stand
we all wait
some for love
some for peace
some for healing
some for rapture
some for more
important social stature
but mostly wait
yes we will
boast about continuing
enduring constant pain
feeling pain is part
of breathing and moving
yes things shall
will forever suffer
suffering is part
of simply being
someone tough
someone waits
enough trussed up patients
moment to moment
terrible suffering
somehow need
heaven to appease
try to elude
a painful fate
don't foolishly wait
embrace blessed life
heal yourselves
brotherhood and sisterhood
could together plant
seed all that
perfect fruit
mother cultivating sacred
not just that procreating
bleeding part
gather together
all those
healing herbs
activate insurgence
vibrate gently
merge with vibrant Eden
virgin purity
emerging fruit
resurgent orchards
replacing fields of gmo
conversion gardens
replant forests
forest being
that perfectly reflects
God almighty
delight in all that
mother earth glory
give up on poverty
renounce imbalanced hunger
enough pure cool water
quenching every thirst
announce prosperity
create each happy story 
we should each be
happily seeing
fresh springs flowing
oceans full of hopeful life
continents flourishing with sacred trees
tribes nourished by happy
sometimes desert or jungle
wandering lives
female and male
as equals please
loving human beings
give up hate
cultivate rapture
give up war
just don't wait
instigate heavenly joy
what is more
manifest joyous
magnificent creation
mirror transcendent God
ascend with that
garden invitation
rapturous might
reflecting prophetic
enraptured sight

          * * * 

 

I just can't
find that
or any
potent word
I hear some
grumbling profanity
those important
potable words
importing insanity
lord but I can't
describe them
impunity prescribes
pure portability
derivatives of notions
blends of imagination
inventive potions
as I see it
but what
I choose
I just can't 
socially comment 
anything about it
maybe augmented
I'm finally trying
emotionally implementing
diplomatic things
express completion
submit to nothing
embrace beauty
caressed by bliss
maybe mix
some other
physical concretion
strictly maybe
I've been 
instinctively divining
once again
distinctive dreams
reminding me
channeling so many 
spell binding
dumbfounding obstacles
resounding things
profoundly finding me
conjuring distant scenes
mud and deep ruts
rocks and pits even
that somehow eventually
confine me
mindful entanglement
a self-serving kind
sometimes defining me
a compliant arrangement
still I feel
kind of hobbled
I do try
what trying
nobly brings
defiant engagement
if I could
just incite fabulous
invite salubrious
attach salvation
address love
there are
those magical
frivolous words
wholly factual
my devilish own
actuate forging
describing sacred
what I can't
even begin
want to smelt
form maga ingots
out of true
righteous life
melt pop
submit glop
divining spring tonic
into divine autumn gin
what sweet music
I'm genuinely hearing
wearing this guilty grin
admit my endless guilt
bear written words
to even begin
even attempt
so implement divine
incline towards
divine building
such perfection
could it be
a servile crutch
out of control
verve and intention
rounding each
contentious
dangerous curve
pretentious nerve
in that collective
blood letting
such alphabetical din
redemption
that should be
relentlessly sensuous
flush rapid words
trickles into floods
describing fumbling
what would
tumbling feelings
deceptively be
should somehow
conceptually become
indescribable sin
not some
idealogic win
inceptual words
striving for truth
speaking honestly
forming new ideas
mouthing new ideals
worthy words
molten lava flowing
from erupting volcanoes
bold rapturous revival
this transformative
informationally fractured
actual worldly formation 
somehow corrupt
this uncouth world
disinformation
where we still
somehow manage
still we are
here breathing
songline dreaming
still we live
here belonging
to our own
sacred dream place
on our own
sacred ground
graceful longing
where blessed truth
where respectful peace
wavers existentially
speaking love
peaceful dove resistance
through clenched teeth
somewhere tough
maybe outer space
still that
rough judgement
enough elite
bitch favouring
unsavoury lies
rich meaningless
artificial flavoring
grudge driven
unsavoury war
officially unwavering
victory a total loss
of strictly meaningful
complete absence
of gifted words
old oral
political sense
most reflective
entrenched and befitting
made-up
cost effective
syllables collectively
careening towards
immoral floss
inflated evidential
selective token speeches
invoking moral words
waving bloody swords
trying to defy gravity
elitists redefining
their very own
sordid trying depravity
reciting refined poems
more speech crazy
crying insanity
those richly paid
elitist mortals
bathed in staid vanity
telling profitable lies
choosing reckless words
relying on a magic alphabet
mystically divining imaginary
relentless sound
unrealistically
trying hard to sell
their feckless own
trying to blissfully
immeasurably lay claim
to treasured
sacred ground

          * * * 

 

your mountains
those high peaks
your long valleys
such deep canyons
blue glacial ice
so many granite fissures
raging blizzards
blowing snow
water symptoms
trickles into streams
everything about you
even crystal clear
pristine alpine lakes
eventually everything though
rushing towards some 
uncharted ocean
what about sacred springs
do you know
what about
miracle fountains
please tell me now
what about ancient
mature forests
I've tried measuring you
your vast wilderness
no wonder love
your mountain treasure
remains so well hidden
maybe it's your landslides
that crafty forever
whipping wind
severe blowing
drafty seemingly forever
funneled down
from alpine caverns
into your lower
unexplored caves
who ever knew
all those tunnels
would lead up
to moral stories
you could be
so finite yet galactic
could it simply be
your solar system eyes
redemptive glory
wanting to reveal
unimaginable horizons
no matter how
but hard I try
whatever it is
that I do or say
with my troubled sight
I doubtless need
to envision more
seek healing light
it comes down 
to blatant excision
you know
so material revision
you know
so precise incision
but still my love
you make me
curl up and cry
after your precision style
where I almost die
every decisive condition
I know I was enticed
by how much
you entranced me
by just how much
you could bleed me
your personal inquisition
torturing my poet soul
even then you watched me
cut myself cut myself cut myself
macerate all my dreams
cut away cut away cut away
incarcerate my inner vision
I should be unchained
done with derision
try to fully heal
me still trying
to somehow envision
deep incisions 
lasting painful visions
why my eclectic heart
deceives my sympathetic
electric neon eyes
my prospective dreams
remained the same
finding me as always
lost somewhere
floundering in love
me far out at sea
sounding deep oceans
me needing to shit and pee
but I can't find a toilet
anywhere with a door
so more and more
that scenic tour
never a closing door
pleasure that
au revoir
I'm drowning here
and still I can't see
though I try to be
that thing you want
for me to change
being whatever
you think you need
be something other
than some tragic love
which so often bleeds
now I'm unstitched
I've broken my tether
I'm no longer haltered
but no matter
how hard I try
thinking I should
stay bound
to your love
stay tied up
even corralled
but I simply can't
soundly
give up my own
lifelong horse race 
my sacred chant
that spiritual face
so I could
take up some other race
so I would
even begin to embrace
all of yours
but I just can't
only yours
this love affair
no matter how
painful this all feels
I'll always know
just how much
love truly cared
but I dare you
frayed I simply can't
I'm gut wrenched
recalling love's kisses
love's sunshine days
such stormy misses
nightly love
romantic plays
I'm static sorry
I'm lost now
we've admittedly lost
love's magic fairy tale
please don't
berate me
I just can't love
I just can't stay
all those last things
love is too  painful
that past special
delirious morning magic
what we would do
all those loving things
what we would say
all those romantic things
feral currents change
gathering storm clouds
cyclones rearrange everything
turn our already cruel world
from worldly blue
to hurricane gray
all those hurtful things
we did and didn't say
after all those 
many tragic things
we just can't
breathe life
back into love
in any way
expect lost love
forgotten dreams
to somehow stay

           * * * 

 

golden kingdom
this loss
golden freedom
detained and chained
then nailed
reticence and innocence
to one
other cross
for sale
plainly impaled
marked down
tied up
by mighty
military might
sales hailed
autocratic power
scale necessary
what failed
as freedom
lies bleeding
war entails
mortal ego
political creed
as token kingdom
typically betrays
real statistical
spiritual need
hammering things
into some
broken place
channeling things
marching upward
into this downward
embracing global race
demand everything
face it
cook up
another cannibal feast
consume both
broth and meat
assume punitive
ambivalent dessert
flambe of sorts
a fire feast
flaming malevolence
consuming relevance
decency and peace
resuming indecent
glorious war
like war was sweet
like war is just
an after dinner treat

            * * * 

 

I'm tripping man
goo goo ga joo
there are
thick carrots
just wanting
popping out
of sacred ground
orange red yellow
even white ones
wanting to feed me
needing to tell me
true garden stories
about what is
below this
pardonable surface
I'm tripping man
wond'ring what's
it all about
if peas and carrots
would just
stop by
let me
see them
maybe all that
reimagined stuff
would simply turn
to violet and purple
give us all
rainbow dreams
instead of gratis violence
freedom Constance
constantly burning
I'm crying man
this trying world
is so fucked up
all Mother's insects
are suddenly disappearing
moving on
to some other
sucking realm
maybe lightning
will strike us
change our souls
to something else
all those birds
falling from
Mother's sky
all those diamonds
that were once
in her eyes
if I could fly again
to blessed Valhalla
I'd virtually fly
where divested warriors
pray to invested Odin
where they
are curiously tested
coming to rest there
when they die
I'm shouting man
all that horrid shit
being flung all around
every political bit
what a fucking noise
what a fucking sound
I'm falling man
hoping to land
on my fucking feet
after all this war
after fucking all
this worldly dissent
costing fucking lives
costing fucking everything
that once meant
truth and peace
prosperity and love
I'm feeling all
so washed up man
just give me
another toxic shove
maybe I'll just fall
into a shallow grave
or maybe I will
run naked and screaming 
through ev'ry crazy
fucked up street
man this world
is fucking wild
all I want 
is love and peace
all we need
is to be heard
why don't we 
just give up
lay down to die
decide to quit
why can't we see
get things right
I guess
they are
tripping man
taking it all
to such extremes
if assassination
is some answer
we should all
just pulled a trigger
then maybe
we'd trip together
reaching so deep
into everyone's 
bleeding heart
don't think
I'm kidding man
because in reality
I'm tripping man
writing these
acid words
painting velcro
not placid pictures
sticking myself
so I feel like
I'm still alive
what if tricks 
make I and we
all fall down
drop hard upon
mercurial red
burning ground
what if 
that resurging lady 
urgently rises
once again
from that deep lake
handing us
lay us down
for us to keep
swords and spears
let us finally
truly see ourselves
our clear reflections
reflected in
malicious mirrors
why can't
simply delicious
be slathered on
our daily bread
why can't we bother
to find
sweet water
pure springs
let holy erupt
all around us
we'd be sipping
purity and sacred things
as all this tripping
tears everything
to bits and pieces
ripping us all
into jailed squares
instead of all that
which sacred brings

            * * *