I wake
I'm startled
wide eyed
where I am
for God's sake
these nightmares
demons chortle
what a vast place
full of traps and hurdles
sleep's dreamland space
take love for instance
some hope we want
but dope reality
maintains resistance
mountains and canyons
dreamland's speciality
how daunting
like joy's last breath
those hurts we feel
stabbed through the heart
memories keep haunting me
through a wanting dark
that place where sun won't shine
my sanity is at stake
while I drift and dream
as I sublimely divine
but when death
comes to take my hand
end a present nightmare
I sink further
into prescient sleep
more dreaming so I dare
this resting lasting place
where sometimes
I wake to stand
still wondering who I am
wonder why love can't stay
still I dream light if I can
pondering just what
haunting love might say

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when the sea
washes over us
when the sky
falls down around us
when the ground
disappears beneath us
does your heart stop
do we still breathe
can our eyes truly focus
did love make this happen
or are we grievously trapped
misshapen by lack
riveted by lusty capital
given lustrous love
some disastrous sin
what if the sea
could not love us
what if the sky
would not kiss us
what if ground
could not give us home
should our hearts
continue beating
should we still
want to breathe
would our eyes
discern shape
see vibrant colour
enlighten our minds
maybe we wouldn't feel
such harsh discontent
maybe we could realize
resentment into contentment
perfect joy
endless love
then we
shouldn't be
so confused
so very blind
still we are battered
fail and fall
we are shattered
contrite and frightened
unwelcome pushing
so much hate mail
those matters of fear
often digital in fact
wounds I find  
contusions after the act
even though
restitution calls
a restorative sea
washes over us
though I've failed
lost your trust
sky is falling
all around me
what I have lost
wandering broken ground
sadness burying me
pray for gladness
happiness living in your heart
compassion takes
mistaken spoken words
though we're forsaken
take another
left or right
insightful breathing
focusing brightness
waking zeal for a good life
keeping things
as they should
restore some firm footing
beneath me
rhythmic beating
living fearlessly
love not carelessly
but daring and entreating
such sweet art
fair kisses oh so fleeting

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was it some
dawn cloud
clouding up
my mind
or that
twilight mist
whatever I
rightly find
obscuring my
midnight view
what karma
that disorderly sum
more a creative sun
blinding what is
illuminating corridors
an orbiting light
something further
third eye vision
soul inoculation
true and real revision
envision a gift
clear perfect sight
there's that tree
lifeless in dark forest
where they erect
select to hang us
out to dry
a sacred tree
that is
more glorious
than the way
we need to live
or the way
we need to die

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all this finger pointing
so much tongue wagging
full frontal war
confrontation face to face
head to talking head
all those terrible things
we've all heard and read
volleys of fearsome spears
bragging on and on
what we all lament
some advantageous tagging
gone horribly wrong
if words could kill
we'd all be dead
if minds would meld
perhaps things
could get better
maybe we'd all drink
healing from some sacred well
only time will tell
if all our harsh words
glimmerings we think
things we simply say
shall they bring us peace
or push us deeper
into simmering hell
if God could hear us
if God would smell
this muss and bitter fuss
I wonder how God
would like such rotten ego
don't forget swag and swell
if God would help us
climb out of stupid's shell
perhaps unbegotten history
enlightenment would
have a better tale
something remarkable to tell
perfume more of roses
instead of stinking brine
perhaps in creationist time
when heated oceans swell
all the depleted and beaten fishes
will learn to thrive
breathe air again
on rich dry land
perhaps goatherds
blessed with night vision
shepherding with precision
revision the starry night
tarry with lowing flocks
nightly sojourn with peace
condition in a peaceful dell
good thoughts
blissful words
reticent just cannot suffice
dispossessed by innocence
redressed by countless
fanatic hordes
more on this
terminal war we're in
but still generous
helpings of wisdom
might be more than useful
reflecting a balanced kingdom
now wouldn't that be nice
living what wasn't onerous
blessed life that is soulful
realms of health and good advice
dreams that leave us feeling hopeful
lives full of peace and love
overtones of pure sweet honey
journeys adorned with healing spice

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two snakes
one crawling west
towards a holy lake
number two
slithering east
towards crusty life
whatever that takes
electrified at best
knowledge and shear desire
foremost and elemental
trying reptile sake's
fertile under adamant sky
meeting grit and ground
petty tip-toeing
flitting to and fro
thoughtful knowing
a kind of mystery reptile
still frightfully blind
it all seems so profound
I know that sound
just inept far-off looking
hoping one in depth day
cleft life has
finally found something
speaking about intrepid life
bereft of satisfying warmth
shedding reptile skins
while some slither
others feel on trial
still others dither
every bold vertebrae
denoting cold interplay
who we truly are
venturing somehow up
then creeping down
circus city streets
shadows and faceless clowns
gracing adjacent alleys
tasteless is there
where real art is
traces painted upon
studied back alley walls
look at all those
ruddy locked gates
smut spattered
everywhere tearful
shuttered windows
strong iron bars
crossing doors
then every pay day
for God's financial sake
not nearly substantial
comes around
some find and stay
monetary smiles
others remain in gutters
bitter and utterly servile
still trying to have a laugh
hungrily slurping pitiful
a sad gut full
from a slurried trough
homeless city traits
usurped from one
token hidden den
then some turpitude
attitude is spoken
down with words
paraphrased into some other
also a frittered sky
too damn strange
maybe as those deranged
lay uncaged and stoned
caressing some
possessed sidewalk
why not confess
silly with uncaring expression
every missing snake
cries and calls
it seems falling
quietude is quite quiet
a humbling virtual tone
still hissing is there
two fumbling snakes talk
parlaying in hiss and snake
communicating off and on
a pitiful virtual phone
picking fitfully
through fistfuls
mouthfuls of titillating verbage
something vipers eat
slithering past and beyond
circling every reptile cage
unhinge my serpent jaw
let turbidity encompass me
my entire lurid being
this hungry universal law
where hurried snakes
artfully create
romping through tall grass  
harried by such a rumpus
consecrated by umpteen
oak and aspen pasts
tall words at last
where some have been
what forests some have seen
such a historic pompous path
green pith that speaks
snake myth at last
pit viper mysteries
red belly black that's blistering
crossing water moccasin flats
addressing coral sub and tonic
yet brown is so iconic
stronger than asp venom
replicating crass power
whatever is plutonic
duplicated in the holy west
supplicated by an uplifting tryst
this is a complicated gift
lives and containers  
ripped bags and broken boxes
stuffed with platonic
vindicated and relying
on a million Bodhisattva
histrionic eastern tests
pissing on what is right
hissing at what is best
praying for something
perhaps even healing light

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thoughts we have
thought into words
words we say
sound of words
words we hear
sound of voice
tones we hear
tones of choice
those ones we like
ones we say we love
one extreme
pleasure and pain
reverb as another
vibration it seems
like sails billowing
emerging from the main
carrying relative thought
crossing oceans
marriages with words
over a tempest sea
a variance of space and time
in dreams
creating poetry
sometimes brilliant song
those words we want to sing
poetic lines we often hear
creating life
is never wrong
creative thought
what that brings
words we love
all the ones
we say and hear
thoughts and words
we hold so dear
some pierce and cut
like spears and swords
dictionaries of fierce words
cryptography that seems unclear
those mystic words in lines
mysteriously making us
stare deeply into a magic mirror

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there is no room
in my occupied heart
for anyone except you
you are that
sanctioned precious part
keeping a brilliant light
brightening my world
illuminating what is dark
together we
distilled mysterious love
our deep feelings
so powerful and thrilling
somehow exceptional
really so very right
still there is no space
especially in my aching soul
I'm not making room
for anything
or anyone
besides you
you're the one
I love that love
what we shared was true
what about daring love
together we both knew
caring divinity reveled
somehow revealed
ultimately a feeling
some shared goal
a gift full of believable hope
conceivably blessing life
joy with perfect glory
I'll look for you
aboard rumbling trains
on roaring planes
inside fast cars
in wild forests
along city streets
now before
I really have to
before I finally go
if for some valid reason
if we never reach
beyond those age old stars
if for some restive reason
I never see you again
here on solid earth
I'll still reach out
volunteer to look for you
forever I'll weep over you
recount my blinding tears
beyond far away
past Jupiter and distant Mars
I'll search for you
my true love
throughout Earth's future history
I'll search past Andromeda
sort through all that lasting mystery
including all those far off stars
if for some tragic reason
we fall into the blazing sun
I know this magic love
forever yearning
burning deep inside us
this shared true love
will last forever
always shall be
ours for keeping
this special room
in my occupied heart
preoccupied now
with all my loveless gloom
there is no hopeful vacancy
I'm all closed-up
for my love is sleeping
in my love starved room
the lock and key
your love is keeping

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