in service of you

i'd disassemble my subatomic particles into energy packets
and send them to you in word containers

you'd fall in love with the messengers
because words you can keep in a box
and there i'd live meaningfully

i'd do this if i had the technology
if it meant you'd feel about you what i do
word for word

the alchemy of lust

flesh becomes paper
distance becomes language
touch becomes art

fumble around with the mechanics
taste and adjust
most importantly
know the difference between lead and gold
and why you prefer shininess
over protection from radiation
and which is more akin to love
and which is more akin to lust

if magnetism is of importance

and what the mess is in between

panic

markets crash into the shore
creating romance for beach bums
a aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
an eggshell on the "a" key
chaotic clockwork
the one sure thing

prone position

living with my back against the wall
my hands in front of my face
ain't all that bad after all

the safest place to be in this bar fight

nothing creeping up behind me
can't see disappointment coming my way
near misses were never a concern
the hits i probably had coming to me

and the soundscape is spectacular

placing shadows

self-conscious and awkward
the average fight the darkness

transparent and smooth
the few bend the light

we see shadows or rainbows

we see the end of the rainbow
at the end of the rain
at the end of the rain
we see the beginning of the shadow

transparent and smooth
the few bend the light

plenty of womb

something outside this wall of cellular tissue
is clearly in control

i feel safe/warm/provided for

comfortable

knowing...
no, feeling...

that i can't die until i'm born

the road of life

i am not a passenger
'just like driving with my eyes closed
...takes the edge off the dull

it's now or never

deep reflections result in absolute yes
yesterday and tomorrow sum up to no
now or never is the truth
truth in words is impossible now
no there is no tomorrow in yesterday
yes memories run less than skin deep

a liquid pledge

if he knew he had 15 minutes until all matter turned to dust

he'd spend the first 8 minutes with his children
Raining hugs and praise before sending them with their friends
to explore their world for their last 7 minutes
then 3 minutes to eat a fruit and write a poem for her to read
and spend the final four lying naked
Listening to her talk of whatever comes to mind
staring into her eyes until the wind took them away

he knows all matter will turn to dust but he doesn't know when
so he listens to the news

home

there's been no transplantation
nothing buried underground
nothing lost that can't be found
less of a half meter trek
under suffering over pain
to the heart from the incessant brain

philosophy

i am therefore i think, but
i am not who i think i am, or
what is not thought is what i am, i think, but
i know...or think i know...
this love of knowledge is killing me.

bangkok sunrise

life's simplest pleasures begin to boil to the surface of the street
and i feel home for the first time in years

evolution revolution resolution

perception
to
movement
to
sex
to
emotion
to
production
to
planning
to
frustration
to
violence
to
cooperation
to
enlightenment
to
perception

picking mushrooms

we eat our own words
deliciously nutritious
frivolously psychedelic
dangerously poisonous
what i say creates me
and nothing else

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back to front
north to south
alpha to omega
top to bottom
east to west
beginning to end
i love you all

there, i said it.
now i'm scared to leave my room
where the hell do i start?

contact

atomic forces see that nothing touches nothing
like when we leave our homes and the walls come with us

InSomNIa

At certain times there are no logic lines to follow, no guiding emotions, just infinite arbitrary choices. Not funny, not sad, not anything. Spiritual blindness. Intellectual chaos. A cognitive fever evolved to defend against harmful invasive thought patterns. A soulful master cleanse. Fasting from sleep lets the mind break-down dream residue buildups thus clearing neural passageways and increasing the flow of creativity. Pattern breaking is an essential step to good health when not observed on a regular basis.

love explained in its totality

open

silence

no not yet
don't say that
stupid idea
never say that again
you look so silly
clumsy, fragile
you're so weak
nerd
get away from me
you bore me
not very bright are you
you're embarrassing me
that hurts
how awkward was that?
you're failing yet you're trying so hard
remember the last time