stormy weather

an old soul tells lies so sweet, i choke
still I want so badly to be true

still I want so badly to be yours

but it's all ruined now

you are dead to me sweet friend

you see, it's all ruined now

shipwrecked with the intention to be found

sends me right back to where I started

mislead by my own compass

by what is north and what actually lies ahead

the wind blows east

as I continue forever upstream

stormy weather tempts my soul

backwards and upside down

until I am left washed up, face down

victim to the sun and the unforgiving sea

stripped of my pride

worn, torn, battered -

consumed but not wasted 

fed but never fully satisfied

silence leaves you hungry for more

but my soul is bursting at the seams
yes, my soul is bursting at the seams

light

Well, the sort of standard line of explanation is that it's something of an evolutionary short circuit that moths and other nocturnal insects use celestial navigation for orienting about in the dark, the same way that explorers could find their way by charting a course relative to the North Star or some celestial far-distant point source of light. And what has happened since that time is that humans have come along and developed terrestrial point sources of light. So very intense light that is not millions of miles away. So in a behavior called transverse orientation, many animals, including insects, can move or fly to maintain a constant angle relative to a distant point source of light.

Words from Carl (the collector)

He writes -

There are joys in life that are your own.

A dream, a piece of music,
a poem, or a brief moment of magic.

These are things that you cherish
and carry with you.

Life being a path, lit only by the things you love.

darkness

show me your darkness

and I'll show you mine

consider my cracks

and I'll give into you

and I'll keep on giving 

yield my sorrows

and I'll surrender

everybody lies

won't you lie to me baby

tell me you're good

so I can see past

your darkness

catch yourself and release

the beast within you

let go and you will be free

and I will be your home

your fountain, your heart

the light will come

and I will be yours 

shadow my injustice

only then will you capture

the subtle exposure

of an otherwise

disrupted disposition

the devil jumped

sitting in that corner
I put you out
the go has gone
and my cigarette is out

rain

flood my mind 

soak my sorrows

cleanse my soul

and leave behind

a clear dew

I will wait you out

to reap your after

clarity and marshmallow clouds

reveal crisp blues
and soft whites

drown the noise

of thunder in the alleys

a splash of laughter and

a storm of disbelief

pour my heart

into a cup

wash away uncertainty

drip drop memories

drizzled with regret

leave me wet

with desire

queen of hearts 2

The gift she possesses
Is not rare, but common
Amongst other hearts
And other diamonds

To shield her power
And seize her lust
Keep it hid
She must

The hand that's dealt
Unveils a reclaimed province
Summons abdication
And (in)voluntary surrender

To shield her power
And stow her trust
Keep it hid
She must

A mere digression
Will draw them near
(too near)
To perceive weakness
And trump

Territory trotted
Bears thy suit of honor
Her suit of armor acts as a shield
As it takes blows

All the kingsmen gather
Behold thy polished steel
Only the light of Sun
Can reveal its dings and scratches
(let it shine)
And show true
Her battle wounds

To shield her power
And protect her hearts
Keep it hid
She must

cricket orchestra

night has come
the sky is dead still
the clouds, low
the air is warm and dull
there is only the sound of the crickets
what are they celebrating?
perhaps they know something we don't

Space Bank

Like the rings of a tree,
the layers form slowly.

Each ring builds around itself

like a blanket of preservation.

They are known

to strip away the layers

and reveal one's core.

Premature exposure

strips them away

until there is darkness.

Like a film strip exposed to light,

victims are left blank and empty.

Divine Comedy

the devil is calling

and asking me to dance

I will dance, I say

but will you sway with me

for fear I will stay, all my rage

a proclaimed roar

from the very root of my soul

declares truth and seeks freedom

an unavoidable yearning

to feel and to see

to touch my cheek to yours

and feel instant bliss

for that moment I am high

floating in the heights of 

my mind's dreams and realities

so I wonder, what happens 

when good and evil collide?

what is the result? the in-between?

the chosen virgin to drive him wild

together they can rise above

the mediocrity that surrounds them

an attempt to avoid a path

paved by yours truly

on this path lies undetermined certainty

a concrete recipe of lies and lilies

followers and philanthropies

landscaped to perfection

all the people

look my way and look away

a choice I never thought I'd make

a bargain with the devil

to ensure my freedom and sell my soul

no warranty warrants the feeling of completeness

like a hasty haggle that serves its purpose

for a timeless trade of temporary atonement-

to some a priceless purchase

to others a comedic stew of carrots and grief

slow-cooked to satiate the soul that is starving

warm hands, cold heart

warm hands, cold heart
fool me with your warm hands
the blood you pump is red-hot
it sparks the smile
that brightens my day
ignites the flame
to light the way

queen of hearts

I am the bump that forms
on your skin from ice
I am the the hum in your head
I am the tick in your foot
I am the spider in the room
I am the shake in your leg
I am the lift in your brow
I am the lump in your throat

I am the gust that blows
the paper off your chair
I am the finger that waits
that taps, that hesitates
do my dance and I will show you
the way of the wind

I am the dandelion
come sway with me

I am the dealer of the deck
born to win
I am the lady of the kingdom
one draw leaves you swimming in regret
I am the thing that speeds
the feeling of volatility

out of luck
there is no answer

I am the stagnant stare
the dull prick
that draws the blood
I am the weeds that grow
tall and uncut
time moves quicker
between you and me

Act 2, Scene 2

What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

W. Shakespeare  

by Lola

is your belly still full of pins and needles?
i'll fetch the longest thread to capture them.
dear love? i am so very much,
wishing you back this way...
to health.

fortune cookie

time is meant to be wasted. love fails and death is useless.

that moon

I found the one
I've longed for
to strike the match
to light the fire
to wave the flag
to do my dance
I sit in his smile
a crescent of comfort
from way up here
we set aglow the earth
rays of light
kiss the sky
together we watch the flowers grow

the collector, part one

day by day the collector
adds to his collection of dreams and things
a starry night
a smile from a stranger on the bus
there is magic everyday

after a day's hunt
the collector comes home and gathers
the dreams and things into a tube
shoots it up his sleeve
feels the rush a few moments longer

the collector puts things in his sack
with each day a new item
until the day comes
when the load is a burden
too heavy to carry
too weary to use it
too tired to have it
he starts to lose sight

feel the weight on your frame
a hunch that forms
an imprint in the sand
takes toll on your face
be careful what you take
and what you keep
for to keep is to love
and to love is to have
not to steal
but to take what is given
with the knowledge to know
its consequence
and yield its percussion

the collector, part two

the collector

steals, takes, adds, puts

an addition to a series

of a never ending story

put it in your sack

and choke on it

take it out and look at it

take from it what you can

and what you think you need

because nothing really matters

and the world is mad

passing gifts

to make room for the next one

because there's always a next one

a parting gift of one man's treasure

another woman's medicine

take it before it flees

take it before someone else does

take it the second it becomes real and worth having

take it and use it

inject it and fuse it

an alloyed memory

functions as a bookmark

to mark your role on that day

when two became one

and none became some

put it in your bag and carry on

on hope

When I was a kid, I used to stare at shrubs and bushes for several minutes in hopes of finding a four-leaf clover. At one moment, I believed with a whole heart that I would find one. That somewhere among the bunch, she was smiling at me as I searched amongst her three-leafed sisters. I believe she stared at me quietly and hoped to be found as she called upon the heavens for the wind to blow and reveal her symmetry.

Dawn

With a loaded gun
And sweet dreams of his queen
Dawn sits on his porch

Another time or place
Another civilization

A crow watches
From the telephone line
A bird's eye of a tired man

He found home
On a foreign land

sex

close warm touch good soft hot wet kiss bite more hot wet in in in out in stay in kiss close touch taste blow lick pinch soft smooth kiss warm wet fast slow close one rest tight deep love release kiss smile close closer kiss smell breathe float rest sleep

weed

anticipation anxiety paranoia breathe deep tingles warmth chills inside dreams senses heavy full free smart open clean mind energy cough dirty clean wash rinse breathe drink cleanse deep quiet private inside deep explore discover create note remember change grow expand dance fulfill complete content solid even balance breathe sleep

coke

anxious need want strong in in in inhale absorb solid strength see fast more now talk talk talk laugh smiles laugh dance happy drink smoke good tingles energy awake live passion enjoy fast light swift skinny candy mirrors lipstick bones more in in in inhale absorb breathe focus rush whirl drink blink drive smoke

longest lasting drug

you are



the longest



            lasting



                     drug.



i've had



in a long time



with just that little



bit



of you



I took



i'm still feeling



                     you.



in me



even though



you've left me

meteor

a solar rock
came raging down
and hit the ground

but it wasn't long before
the dust had settled
from the other rock

when the dust rose
and the people gathered
and the trees shook

but i'm so delighted by this rock
because this particular rock
was massive and it hit hard

so the townsmen sneered
and the women watched
as the animals gathered

the dust rose again
from the ground
and silence took the town

they looked around 

and they saw
the clearest damn dust
they had ever seen

and clarity was found 

Rescue

Purity is my poison

The unforgiving potion

One sip and you're doomed

Trust me, baby

I'm no good

Rue the day 

You had a taste

A bittersweet concoction  

Trust me, babe

I'm rotten 

A slap in the face

A kick to the gut

Silence the rebel and eviscerate the id 

Trust me, baby

You don't want me

Fallen victim to the pageant

Spectacle is trumped

The cast is one and the winner none

Trust me, baby

I'm no good

Alas, the moon blue generates a rare confession 

Notice a tear in my web- Take to it while you can 

And I'll look away

Glom onto the silk, thy glistening savior 

And see yourself away

The spared sparrow 

Who lives to die 

Is born to live

Go now, and let me be

Trust me

Relapse

         
           Copy of a copy.
 
      Nowhere to go but there.

    Nothing to do but revolve.

Revolve instead of evolve. Steady

figure eight. With a semi-climactic

   point, followed by an overlap
   
       and eventually a relapse.

            Copy of a copy.

    

      Nowhere to go but there. 

    Nothing to do but revolve. 

Revolve instead of evolve. Steady 

figure eight. With a semi-climactic 

  

   point, followed by an overlap

     

       and eventually a relapse.  

Drunk as Drunk

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

shades of green

I've crossed over

to the other side

and the grass is greener

but the grass is also wet

and the night's sky has fog

the people are strange

but they have the nicest eyes

finally with no barrier in between

like the ones that need an extra skip and a jump

to be able to get only a peek

of what's on the other side

an unfortunate occurrence

there's a spider in my room
i tried to kill him
but he ran away
and now he's hiding under my bed
waiting for me with a vengeance
and i'm afraid to sleep