Answers in the desert

Avoid the truth like a drinker avoids the morning mirror
Change the routine like dirty bedding
The day like a new neighborhood cafe
So casual, so meaningless
Its nothing at all, just a day

The days add up into a new ruling hegemony
The old world has slowly taken over the decay
Aliens have established and smashed the old relics
you’re nowhere to be found
Possibly an old femur, skull or medallion
buried under layers of forgotten civilizations
Uncovered, exposed like a fragrant song
like incense, a holy shroud
Crumbles into dust at my fingertips

If only you could last the final analysis
Not of books or mind, microscopes or even past experience
I destroyed the lab long ago and laid in the mess of it, dreaming
Solve all our problems while we rest
Answer me there with the old scrolls in the desert cave of a new day

Reoccurring Dream

Be comforted relearning forgotten languages
Burn your pride w/blushing shame
Having your tongue unable to form the most basic of sounds
Mind cloudy from foreign tongues
A walking tower of babbling confusion

Eventually the weight melts w/ the pride
All the impurities milled out
The remains are pure, child-like tears of silver

Reoccurring dream always traveling
Missed the train escalator on the right plane to London
Another plane, cruel players in the station
Familiar nocturnal neighborhoods
Upper middle class hills driving around their mazes
Is it my neighbor or me?
Is it my home or the one I’d like it to be?

Reoccurring life theme, freedom or settling
Travels and getting lost in between

That feeling near panic
Like when you child, lose your mother in a crowd of strangers
Miss the plane to dream destiny
I speak your language fluently in my dream
Sprinkle the pillow w/silver linings

The neighborhood caliph

The neighborhood caliph also rushes down the stairs
Throw out the week’s collective dregs
Catch the stench for a swift moment
Open kitchen cabinets share shared domestic treasures
Clutter of another resembles slightly
Intimate tight spaces, precious medicinal elixirs
Spoon feed me
I’m self- conscious and slightly uncomfortable
Being so closely observed from your throne
Wonder what thoughts flutter like cloud birds
Like reef fish swimming through your water born crown
As you watch me mother another

Our accumulative experience fails us
No one dare disturb the water
Like a meeting of sky and sea, brewing tempest
Start a small war
The youth in me grows restless for revolution
Tearing down walls of current rulers, craving chaos
Storms of electricity
Redistribute the wealth
Which part of me has been hording all the energy?

I was uber calm, cold like frosted morning windows
I can’t see anything
Cool my simmering underneath
These past years of mountain top hermitage taught me
All about the weather
Inner climate control calling blizzards in midsummer
Only a superior celestial force could best me
We all know you’re a prince
You’re about to learn I’m a covert sorceress.

Intergalactic otter

Heaven is in your company show me what you know
All the secrets I take it all in
Fill me up before we begin
Born under the cauldron constellation
Star gazing of future sin

Let me linger longer under your sun
Stir warm my winter blood, stay a while
Waiting for you and losing heart to be bold
Detach sitting so close
Like a campfire quickly stamped out in panic
A sacred ice lingam pilgrims risk their lives to see
Frozen pillar of cold penetrability
I fall at your feet fill my empty canteen
I left your cave unconvinced, let down by presumption
Numb I shun evening’s celebrations

If you can’t be mine I’ll avoid future conversations
So I boarded the crystal ship, laid on her slick cold floor
Weep for missed chance at bliss, loves first kiss
Deliver myself from feeling anything
More than willing to hand over my freedom, what I cherish
But you’ve no eye for a pure heart
Still you search and you’re only getting older

I sail away to other waters to admire
Not really marine nor land creature
Not really an earthling, an intergalactic otter finding pearls while I play

Phosphorescence between us

Even inside, the ocean was all around you
Coming off your skin in waves, feeling phosphorescence between us
Breezes and sand between the words
I imagined you more heroic
None of my lust came spilling out
w/just a word I sucked it all in and swallowed
my disappointment like a bitter pill
corked it like a forgotten wine and threw it in the blind cellar

All the years of waiting for first moments
Living pure for such a moment to defile
Choose in advance to lay it all down
Visualize best how I’d like you to instigate tempt
But my hero never came
Lost in another story
No one got the glory
Turn to God again in the end
Find gratitude in tears, tears in the beginning
Rather than the end

You hold the power
With one word you could unleash torrents
You could tear down city walls and resurrect the dead
Your intuition is telling you
Follow where you’re led
Open your mouth and prophecy

Just a small token

Wait for your knock on my door
though you don’t know where to go
send a swift messenger around bed time
let me know I’m in your head
I don’t need a full on declaration, for now
just a small token of hunger

Let me teach you beauty
not w/your eyes, but in your hands, a stirring belly
the quiet voice in your heart that whispers my name, creation
feel more masculine in my woman

Waiting to receive your messengers
wondering where you are
wonder how'd love me imperfectly
the father of my child loved me fully bodily
in his eyes my flawed flesh was divine
I sense your difference
growing fascination to leave all others behind
redefine cosmic allegiances
inner landscapes of mortality

I swear your hesitation is taken as rejection
I have knights, I have Adonis, hot blooded Mediterranean Volcanic fire
waiting in line and its not modesty or honor
that restrains me
its hope in our mutual exclusivity

Happy birthday Mr Ghost

Happy birthday Mr Ghost
You were the best of lovers
Grace under the covers
But not much of a gentleman on your toes

Tonight you will dine not in style
Drown your conscious for a while
Use your wit and wiles on painted smiles
Smother the memory of six years ago
What was done at the foot of the mountain
Unleashing the gurgling fountain of Life
Then leave me like a lonely river fountain
Not much of anything, but hidden
Brackish broken brooke, shallow stream
Connected ever so slightly
To the ocean of everything

Mothering patches of moss and fern on the banks
Silent wood creatures quench their thirst w/thanks
Untouched by humans yet undiscovered
Lonely little river content w/ flowing.

The ghost still hovers like a dark cloud
Dead yet somehow cognizant
Interacting, finding near meaning in haunting others
Poor miser among the shadows I toast your health
Your cloud rained upon me once