We may all speak diffrent dialects , be surrounded by seperate cultures , and consume something for nourishment .
Strange people pass through our lives , affecting our actions , thoughts , and spirit . Somewhere along the lines of evoultion , humans began to  identify other humans with their skin color , eye color , hair type .
Present day these innocent classifications , have manifested into emotional diseases . Jealousy , Envy , Lust and Greed…….
There is but one cure…stay focused on the glass half full not half empty

She hallucinated out of my mind.
She hallucinated into my mind and died
with eight – seconds left
rat a tat – tat – tat.
Where has my able – bodied
mistress gone / belonged?
Fly away – butterfly
or are you a moth?
I hold you to the fire
and see which way you go
and you are
gone
you are
never here
hear where?
You were language
and natural
and untidy
dirty pretty thing.
Beautiful eyes
and eight – legged friends
are my specialty.
Brute
subtlety by force
who is the persuaded one now?

 
I. 
 
I am speechless again
my lips forgot
what was on my mind.
I could throw my hands up,
or make my heels dirty.
Which do you prefer, oh love?
Which would you prefer, female stranger?
Which was the bigger lie, the white lie?
Did we not see each other at church,
in the sanctuary of God
where nothing was supposed to be this difficult?
I missed you in the sanctuary of God,
did you see me and turn away?
 
II.
 
Sind Sie von der Liebe unfähig, die ich benötige?

While I’m contemplating my way back on track , the living seem to be the breathing dead . When the husstle was knocked , redrum followed . I  need to take heed to my first mind.Realizing I am both a father and mother . Perplexed,I choose currency over my seed . Lacing concrete with fine brandy smothers my grief . Existing on the bottom of the food chain doesn’t bother me .This is another day  I’m above ground inhaling penitentary chances.

Be rough with me
Cut fingers that strip away fleshes idenity
and…. come with me
come to an abyss of oblivion
where my
pulsating, purple, lip convulses
into crescents of forgotten yesterdays
moonlit tomorrows
and stars that twinkle in a blink
 
So
Be rough with me
Cut fingers that strip away fleshes idenity and
just
breathe with me
exhale inhibitions that resatrain freedoms liberty
see love isn’t acrimonious but sweet
so embrace it
and learn to appreciate its versaility:
how it molds flesh into intimacy

As I stand in the sunrise
And feel the wind blow
I think of all the things
I want you to know
I think of you always
When you are away
Everytime that you go
I almost beg you to stay
A part of my heart
You will always be
How can I express
What you mean to me
Into your eyes
I could forever stare
Eternity could pass
I wouldn’t care
A sweet gentle kiss
And passion ignites
No other experience
Has felt so right
You, mon amour, are the one
I want holding me all night
Your warm embrace, so loving

Just for a moment
Pretend to be me
Look through my eyes
And see what I see
A child so wonderful
Wonderful and bright
A blessing to all who
Enter his life
Now look closer
And see him shatter
When all he can feel
Is "I don’t matter"
A broken child
So lost and confused
Feeling hurt, unwanted
Worthless and used
A best friend lost
Happy memories long past
The last thought of the day
"How long will this last"
Watch the tears fall
Hear his voice break
How much more does
His tender heart take

"Los Diablos Bailan"
 
Beating grass for snakes.
Cobras of passion slide in dark holes.
Heavy moist heat of future deaths fill my lungs.
Barbaric splendor, ocher painted skulls dance in tree limbs.
 
Dance Mother FUCKER! Dance! Scream Hamadryad Baboons.
Sweat pours off my frame, beating grass to shaman rhythms.  
Slake my thirst in peyote’s fire, Lightning bolts run down my veins.
Hoooo Yaaaaahhhh I am dancing, around a bloody tree of fate.
 
Mayan faces, Laotian smiles, Bantu eyes, Norse Hands, reach for my corpuscles.

I stared at a blank canvas.
Till, razor sharp thoughts slice my belly.
Blood splatters canvas.
Vivid hues blow great streams across its virginal purity.
In my pain, my ecstasy, my palette of paint becomes my fluids.
I drop to my knees and smear my bloody entrails across its surface.
Transported to some surreal world of color.
I taste sound, while hearing pigments, bathing in hues.
Feeling my essence leach away…I am nothing but pure light.
Death’s fingers encase my throat.
Gasping, fighting, vortex of nothingness pulls into its pulsing womb.

Riding winds born from sierras above my home.
Sliding across dusty sun filled plains.
Purple-silver sage mark my shadow.
Eagle instincts, Raven passions saddle my thoughts spurring me to greater heights.
 
Venus’ cloak heralds twilights birth,  
Negating further exploration.
With silver starlight, I fly for home…
 
Amongst four compass trees, on turf and cut stone red leaves have scattered.
I find my rest in an Allahambra of thought.
Serpentine wisdom comes to me in prophetic visions,