Ethereal poses by the backyard Barbie dolls She wants to join them They dream unlike her, a shallow gel over a burning world They live a different dream But she, she wants to join them Walk with a healthy strut, red lipstick smear to smut Pretend you’re never old, if you want to join them Suppress your caustic old-fashioned smile Too crooked you’ll poison your ideal Inherit the smirk of a dying golden rain If you want to join them There is a shelter you dare to seek A natural beauty left on the brink Hold your head over a toilet or a sink Flush your mind into the pipes if you want to join them Now, Barbies they want to play Sucking limousines across the way They have bleached away another perfect day Digesting the Cancer that lives inside them There is a price tag on the plastic nude She lays there crippled and rude Overflowing in suntan oil and booze Waiting for the eyes to join her
From a nest of crows lay a red robin That we saw develop from an amber to a passion. A spirit animal that flies free from the misery Swimming in the sky vertically From backwards to frontwards, Curving with ease
In the sunsets of Purple and Pink From Ice Blue to the Orange Papaya whip Swiftly, wings threading the needle of the seas Marveling in Springtime heavens Only to depress in your cup nest covered by January frost.
Bind your ribbons to an ironclad bend resting your tarsus in the blanket of snow, and dream with your culmen, Drinking in the rewards of the March air, only shades are left to conquer.
There was a time When I had an existence We were the Roses In fields with the butterflies A Masterpiece Manifestations followed by The wilting, just weeds Infestations Butterflies spread across the crispness Of the ground Through it all sticks and the snakes The moments of life Beats your reflections Upon oneself All the hugs in 20 quick seconds All the kisses in a flash of cloud to ground lightning The moments of the attempts play like a 4 hour movie The pills, the Crashing to the floor Revived, prayers you have to rip from the mud. Just to see your reflection After another infestation See yourself in precious waters Pulled petals and thorns scattered In the forms of scrambled tombstone etchings Battles in love, beauty in achievements When you stabbed your self-doubts And you felt fragrant, and you could attract a crowd of dandelions whom thought they were Hollywood. Make the proud moment reflections last longer, God please When I’m holding my babies Not accepting being one of the masses of Roses I feel the drowning of my mind Being held down into another ditch Another infestation Butterflies scurry to a truth A Masterpiece in true waters A welcoming warm stare of the Nymphaea Nelumbo May I feel comfort resting in this blanket of grass Resting under twilight Stars of God Lift me into light I can fully encompass the reflections The last days of diseases that withered me to bone and plastic skin I can see that I like everyone had moments of being a Masterpiece That flew with the butterflies A crowding of love Purging ideas that there were infestations at all, and what was claustrophobia Was just blind tremors And tricks of sin That oozed out the poisons And scooped up, in handfuls and drank in by your own soul When scared and resistant
We speak as if death, as a reflection of shade As we navigate in the circles of sunlight As miracles of breath Miracles of Mother Nature The trees of a Monet painting Have become real We become bearers of our sins To discuss, to confess Confessions to the caverns of bark Eaten away at, We lay in the comfort of cold ground and confess To the lace ripped from the corner of an orange moon The days of strange By the riverfronts Watching little devils form in the ripples of water We met each other As soldiers of war Soldiers of mental scarring We met each other From dust to blood Battle-wound confessions Blood of the dawn Paints the tears to my skin One with my pores
Can you feel the burning? All the reflexes in a burning
Tremor Confessions When we whisper lies to celebrate infamous moments Celebration of ego In radical boredom The moments we walked on the bridges of bone To climb the highest mountain to touch the hands of God Superiority complex, confess That you are lost in a possession of spirit The caverns of bark, to climb through And let the animals, tunnel through Nibbling at the periderm Confess more Were you satisfied with the awakening of madness? As it spread, fires across lakes of thought Confess to the artist that sketches into your brain Confess to the colors that swirl in your mind Greens, browns, grays What shall the Rhytidome be? When confessing to the caverns of bark In a blending of Monet’s Trees
On this Christmas,
we are in these smoking lights
In our poverty,
In our never-ending wars
Like every Christmas it seems,
Ever since I became a young man
They forced me into these hate battles
Fighting “enemies ” whose faces –
Are in family photos,
Just like mine.
The government has tried to white-out my mind
Many years ago,
Blank me out,
a dot to be eaten by the machine
Replaced me into the sticky,
Fill in the wounds with the honey,
Cohesive, bare boned and breathing in
There are the memories,
Pretty voices humming
I pray to a sky
That I cannot fathom all the angels
That supposed to be cradling us all.
As these nightmares burn in our skin,
Layer me in towers upon towers of fears.
I try to imagine,
A boyhood love of bells ringing,
Instead of missile sirens purging –
the pure from the air.
I will always have my mother’s voice
She will sing to me from the haunts
Sing to me,
As more of my brother’s fall.
I cradle in this sticky dirt in my cuts,
And hold it up,
So, my angels can cradle me