it is good to know that we have within us one that knows everything about us

350 degrees Fahrenheit

you walk away
and i feel the pull at my chest
like a string puppet
with red lips and red cheeks;
your sound of music.

you tell me you love me
but how can i hear through wall?
your beard still prickles my face
and your smell is still your smell,
can anyone ever be this?

if we were baking
what we use?

Orpheus -
if i fell in a forest
would a tree hear?

when you say im so cool
i judge you for it
and destroy whatever intention could mend.

its getting better all the time
come brothers,
let us help each other remember
and as we throw our heads back
we will know
and always know
that we have always known.

our time is
now.

"time has independent ultimate significance; it is of more majesty and more provocative of awe than even a sky studded with stars. gliding gently in the most ancient of all splendors, it tells so much more than space can say in its broken language of things, playing symphonies upon the instruments of isolated beings, unlocking the earth and making it happen. Time is a process of creation, and things of space are results of creation."

discriminitory intolerable racism

why do i turn in when you're still all playing in the stars
and vomit life from one trigger to the next?
if i accept myself as i am, am i unchanging
and if this doesn't feel like my potential how do i know it ever will?
how do i stop saying i need to love and love in the present
and just live and love in the present?

do i just stop?

when do i begin to move toward question
and out of chlorined clarity?

isnt it interesting that pain and gain rhyme?
perhaps suffering and success wouldnt work
but then again it could.

anything i think rolls into ink
and i can just do that nowadays.
maybe i was jesus, or nachshon
whoever sounds more believable.
what am i here for?
(if i keep asking will i never see?)

The Worn Slippers

"on the gown of the youngest princess,
and she cried to her sister."

it is the lip of the brew.
We have time and space
and seven dollars.

Everything is here.
Black-clad women with red rollers
and blue flip-flop art gazers;
couples jungled with strollers;
collisions and cursing.

"Yes, it would tell its fissioned descendants, the universe is two feet by five, and if you listen closely you can hear the buzzing music of the spheres."

bumps and kisses

you drive me crazy with your isness
sometimes
and you know i now
and i know you know

sometimes.

this is the only way to speak
to send some varied breath out
into oblivion
and pretend you hear
when you tell me you love me.

it is perfect, no?

there is nothing wrong with this.
you know i know
and i know you know
and so lets just stay as we are

knowing in uncertainty
and perhaps
when we are old

and have grown up
we will have some sense
to speak the truth that was always there
but somehow wasnt

and no longer will it matter
because perhaps

then
we will be wiser
and not as we are now
in our knowing and uncertainty.

you understand?

Um...

Um is like Om
the circle is not yet complete

the pure of heart see god
or feel what is infinity
but purity is clear fluidity

the circle is abundant, boundless circumference
and the center is everywhere.

the caterpillar is such
and a caterpillar it is
the butterfly is a butterfly

them hippies dont got no money!

this is just
her

and it bombards in blue
not in the usual red
or black

it tastes like smarties,
the blue ones,
although they all taste the same.

it feels like suntan lotion
and has that lingering smell
and pool of oil as you step in the pool.

it is blue
and it doesnt burn