Sleep deep within the folds,
of a million butterfly wings.
Walk with me through,
gates of meadows green

Come lay by my side,
look to the stars
There the vastness of space,
we can fill with such lovely things.

A whisper from one love,
that’s memory.
Is vivid in your mind to echo,
to echo through crystal halls

To say I love you,
over and over again.
Walk within those halls,
call the names.

Of those that you love,
or have loved
They will echo,
to tell you that they

foes become friends
dignity is compromised
at campaign rally

candidate swallows
insults of father and wife
in mock surrender

supporters applaud
incendiary speeches
dividing nation

a champion liar
blames serial packaged threats
on hostile media

ha ha ha.....

the horny ghost
comes to those who have suffered long
the agony of torrid loves hunger
he is a savior that needs to be saved
a glittering pageant of sexual despair
his color sapphire
a weeping shell
a dark cloud of smoldering ash
that never burns out
he is heat and light
he can smell the musk between your legs
taste tears of want
as if they are his own
his cock
bursting like trees
bludgeon hard, substanceless

no you can't put your finger on it

Lovely eyes
do please give away
those lovely eyes
your eyes are a beauty
so lovely
the gift I want from you only
as you look into my eyes
a wave of emotion does in me arise

I wrote a letter to God
On a lonely Tuesday evening
My heart I signed on it
With faith and smoke it flew.

I got a dove and laughter
After a smote from the rich grey beard
The sky eyes turns red as if to fight
And the rain drenched me.

He has eagle eyes and long hands
Like a shepherd to his sheep’s
Even if we experience open sore of faith
God is not evil.

He cried enough
To fill a bathtub
With his tears

And then lay there
Soaking
His heart & limbs
In salt and sadness

Some called it
Wallowing

But he wondered
If some people
Had ever even met

Their own
Broken heart

fittest will survive
if believed to be doctrine
will man or nature?

it's a writing on the wall
some choose to turn a blind eye

yes I have a lesson for my little brother
when you are my age your father is not gonna be with you mother,
and you need to know that this is not on you
its okay buddy that is how I felt too.

im a self describing a self
a face on a liquid surface
a plasticity
a brain
a three pound infinity
always remodeling itself
and making new copies

a copy
of
a copy
of
a copy

a massive accumulation of copies
each a slight distortion
from it's original eminence
a history of minute alterations
all subtle deceptions

Beautiful oasis you share with all
life is one such a fantasy too
we all know that today we are
tomorrow we may not be
'twill be an imagination
a real illusion may call it thee

but life transforms
from diamond to steel
and
in the cauldrons of times heat
we all melt too
what of a superficial mirage say you

We are as naught
all hope you knew
as we approach it
the further it moves

life so does evaporate too
a hallucination is what we all are

Me, we, he, she and you