Recycled lines

The pain in my
Depths, the
Bowels of my
'No' self
To know self
Are the pains
That show
'Yes'
The ever
Breathing consonants
Of constant
reflection.
Wrap up in all of it
And I'll show you myself
mine me yours
Into ether

Reopen

I am not broken
Though I break
And daily
I let the whole world
Take
But call me sick
Because shock
Takes hold of my heart
Which holds
No lock

Questions for you

Who are you
My what?
When can I meet
You wherever?
You know  that
I miss you
A lot
And my
feet are as light
As a feather
So dance with me
Sweetly
Tender new
Mystery
Into ether
And on

Porch light

When I say home
I mean my bones.
Home is dark
And I'm alone.
But every night
Neighbors or not
I let shine a light

On my front porch
My beacon and
Last resort.

creation pt. mine

caving in
a bitter explode
to ask and to
know
is a burn and
a bang.
all alone
in itself.
my ribs
my spine
my fingers
brush the
hairs
of the world
in true
excuse.
...
but or
if
and on
butter
if
and cut
hold me
up
like
water
or hands
or
a word.
just one to
bide my life
another moment.
...
all of the sudden
and out of the blue
a thought of me
has melted to you
all but danger
to nothing but me
turned to life
to yellow
and green.
and just like that
my hurtfuls and
separates
n o t h i n g
cold and warm
and pretty
and yes
nest of tinder
for tenderness
to burn this winter

pride and skin

pt.1
the silence in you
has deafened me
i cannot wake up
the morning
the evening
the in-betweens
catch in my throat
with a song
of contented
anger
of chaotic stillness
wholly pieces
of sad
happies
please dont go
but please come back
my gone
to stay with me
...
tears i cry
but for
laughings sake
and i laugh
for the touch
i touch for
passions sake
and i spill.
cant you hear
for god sakes?
im yelling
with no
lungs.

pt.2
for a glimpse
i whimsy
for you.
like birds
fly
take me
up-down
the not so much
the never so
soons
and the millions
of burnt up moons
world not listens
you but see
you hear
i know.
the music
the fun
the sad
oh pitty.
ill rip out my 
guts to
tell you
youre pretty.

pt.3
dig me a hole
to climb up in
cut me a soul
to wear my friend.

ah, but you have.
and i have nots.
but a bunch
take them
wrap up in them
and ill show
you
myself.

the never-come-out
sad man
is peeking through
my skin.
the wish i have
to not but
yes
to up and
murder him.

not me
but him
so sad and
feeling.

im feeling
for a pride.
you can have
it when it
gets here.

all wrapped up
and stamped up
and boxed up
tied
pride
pride
pride
of mine.
me.
and
yours.

Excerpt

To see me
And know me
Is to have
Watched me
Escape.
Trust me
With my
Rusty
Bolts for bones.
My capacity
exceeds
That of your
Steeds
That carry
You far away
Home.

afterlife

my heaven
my nirvana
is my legacy.
please let my legacy
be one of
love.
my reincarnation
needs be one
of creation.
learning.
building.
loving.
so needs be
my legacy.
i have eaten of the tree
oh god
but so have i
from many vines.

Flag

My nation is my neighbor
My creed is my love
And my hands
And fingers are my flag
With the spirit and
Power of God
~into ether~

What I am

I am an ocean
A swelling wave maker
I am a grave
A cold still
Pit.
I am the shame
Under your
Makeup
And the pride
Of a new father.
I am alive.
All of me.
My stillness
Waits with energy
My sadness builds
A home for my joy
That thunders
Through the sky.
I am alive.
Even in death.
I am alive.

staying healthy

The well that you dig
is that which you drink from.
The grain that leaves your hands
joyously,
is that which truly
nourishes.

Speaking English

Speak not while talking
move your words
In the dance
Forever upwards
moths to the light
Lets you and me
Talk tonight
Screen doors
Want mores
And cant haves
Cut halves
Our souls

My ghost
Met most
Of yours
Toast
The dampened cool
lamp lit fool
Of us

fox monologue

what a trick
to be so slick
as to pull one over my eyes
and oh so steady
to catch me ready
for nothing but a surprise

natureplay

a summer tree
bids me a shadow
to dance all over the grass
a school of grass
bids me a shimmer
under the wind at last

the sun whispers
with far off flames
to tip me 'afternoon'
my eyes can wander
all over the world
still without enough room

faith healing and planting by the signs

When stars won't shoot,
or ever even fall,
and you're left standing,
but not so tall,

tired
done
almost.

grit your teeth
in the loudest silence
sit down
with the stillest violence
and
hold tight in your gut and chest
the truth.
i'll sing the rest

"this little light of yours
you're gonna let it pour
this little light of mine
im gonna let it shine
these little lights of ours
we're gonna light like stars
in the sky
in the sky
way up high"

hi there

hello self.

hold me tight.

hug me still.

sing at night.

pray.

sleep.

stay.

keep.

and don't forget that

your heart has at night-time

that which it takes in the morning.

and the dew is sweeter

when the grass is thankful.

what impossible looks like

an egg was sunk deep in the sea
she soon grew up to be a tree
her leaves are feathers
and her time whenevers
up over my waves of me

hills

bones of my friends will fill
the shallows of the earth until
the mud under the gallows
hallows the halls
of my heart
with the holy decay
from my last day
forward and on and on
not lost but yon
over the hills of
dreams.

the only honest evil

Fear is left defenseless

when confronted with a mirror

you can leave him senseless

"you're not welcome here"

what it looks like

there was a hurtful
out in my yard
fogging up my window
and whispering hard
its eyes hot red
and its body all black
once out of my head
it all came back
he slid on the ground
and seeped through the walls
and scampered around
in the moonlit halls.

letter home

i would not trade this
my sad.
for a world of happy good
or glad.
the hurt means heart
holds it
together. not apart
folds it,
you and me
us together
let it be
us together
my sweet sweet

you x7

getting the sitting
wont do for the gritting.
forgetting?
I'll remind you;
the grind you
find inside, you
put your whole mind to,
and hind.sight won't
blind you or try to
cry your eyes it.
can, but.. you wont you
cry for yourself..
dont
let it do it
for you.

tornado

dirty muddy rolling
hills
full and dripping stinky
stills
grayish cloudy purple
skies
widely opened big brown
eyes
two or three or four anxious
pair
upwardly stupidly in
despair
nasty swirling dirty
twisters
scooping sweeping the brown eyed
sisters

an undoubtably curdling bumpy ride
whirring screaming (whip)
'rawhide'

moonsong

cool and warm is the moon
soft like to eat with a spoon
strong in heart
and quick to start
i hope it gets dark pretty soon

beating the devil. (no banjo included)

I didn't ever play with any body else
whatever they would say wasn't very nice
The teachers knew I had brains that I didn't use
and the coaches couldn't make me run. there wasn't any use.

Why? At night I got the best of me
I was inevitably eaten up by my waking dreams
and spit out with all the other little nasty things
inside, and used to cut off my hopeful happy wings,
burn out. my throat until i couldn't sing
I knew. it wasn't anything
true,
but that little bit of nothing hurt my everything.
through.
I got over that. fast
like a thousand horse. power boat singing. hurt my tired throat so I. went ahead and wrote. down every quiet note. with a letter. they got evil. hurt the devil. better. stuck him in the dirt with his rusty lying shovel. never-
whenever the devil comes out
will I let him forget when I gave him a bout
with the knuckles that I wrote to knock his ass down
and told him what HE should stay up crying about.

showdown

chafed, chapped, and ready.
stood the two.
squared up. spit. steady

mississippi slow talk
just shot
arkansas quickdraw

he thought

but the red
filled his shirt.
.knees.

its prayer time boy.
yaw.