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Somehow I will get through this night

and let the Morning judge me.

I will look down from the heights

where Daemons nudge me softly.

I will sway forward

but Winds will hold steady

Bracing my body

Against thoughts that weigh heavy

And I will stare into the Sun

to wake up from this dreaming

Your rays give me life

But I give you meaning

This cruel world, 

I sometimes think its true that

my path forward, that it’s me, 

who freely gets to choose it

but the truth is

that my future 

is a failed attempt to suture

a past that leaves my present

reduced to poor excuses

of why I stayed inside

and hid from the day

superficially connected

in a pixelated daze

where for days

I sought love

in fake places

I became a stranger

to those who loved me for ages

.star spangled hammers and heaven’s descending ladderS

See how precise these abstractions can be.

Like the moaning of koans, one finds in the sea,

that longs for the sun to transform it’s form

into a mighty tempest clutching the breeze.

Linking the Egyptian Nile to my backyard tree.

Life that mimicked nature

has now risen to mock, with stories of creation

and death.

Risen to rape, to consume

til’ there is just

one

naked ape left,

who will not be the first to discover

how his lost kin

confused clothes with skin

and

naked for sin.

He would cut out his left rib

protecting the chamber

where if we had one, the soul would reside.

For a chance to love again

and to reinvent sin

to instruct with the rod

in the name of a god.

And we will forget how we ever lived

with empty thrones

and star filled skies.

There is no place loftier,

than the surface of your skin, purgatory

lost

in a place between

macro and micro

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The Poets Without Metaphor

You aren’t normal.

Your heart beats

Just as ours

The rythm alien

and shy of sync

They say you were vaccinated against the world.

You are certainly different, hold still your eyes

Where are your tools to break ice? These waters are deep.

Believe it not, it’s safer under. You’ll freeze to death out here.

Yet, you only shiver in our presence.

I know that’s a riddle.

All of this will be.

So many things are not what they are.

The iris is your event horizon. The pupil, an abyss.

I am but a blur in the cascading light on the rim of awareness.

But I see you looking somewhere. I sense you hearing someone.

There is wonder in your eyes.

What are these beautiful symmetries

this language you comprehend?

Where is this cache

to where your consciousness descends?

You return with gifts.

Of numbers and sound.

Of shape and color.

You return with secrets

whispered by Gaia herself.

The delight you have, when we understand.

When you are sensed and appreciated.

When you take a chance

and meet our gaze

in between blinks

It’s sometimes easier

To pretend you don’t exist

Flowing chemicals and words

That perplex and overwhelm

Unrefluent

But carry you away

Far from the shallows

Where many of us reside

Just below the ice

You are natures

True loves,

Only her eyes

Can you peer into

undress her,

tear at her seems.

And her whispers

You hear

Despite our screaming.

Her beauty, your art.

I know you’re lonely

But not as lonely as I thought

Funny,

The greatest translator of all

no one cares to understand

You are the Poets without metaphor

Epiphany Tree

I walk into the park, the air immediatley cools.

Tonight, the moon owns my shadow

The sky is out of reach again. 

Has been 

my whole life

The playground knows no loneliness. 

Little kids by day, big by night

A cop slows, 

red globes fall

The cop leaves,

sparks fly

Virgin lungs bellow in the distance.

Laughter.

I sit on the swing, rock like a pendulum.

Hypnotized by gravity

I’ve learned more on this playground,

than in the classroom.

I’ll always breathe deep
The smoke that burns sweet
Drift & sway to the familiar beats
To the melodies that accompanied
Our sheets

I will always remember

to never forget