Snarling teeth bared for everyone to see
No pretending
No apologies
Just hatefulness animosity callousness
Cold sting of the high altitude
Leaving me afraid of your rabid behavior
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Left to the devices of those wanting extermination
Of me and all my kind
Now I shall be baptized into the mist
shake your hips
like a river
lapping waves
on my flesh
spin
twirl
open up
sweet goddess
let me drink you
like fresh rain
twist and turn
dance and laugh
sparkles fly out of your mouth
like shooting stars
in the daytime
ecstasy encapsulated
you are the birth of venus
twist and sparkle on the ground
sweet dancing in the rain
when the softness can be found
in the patience and the pain
forgotten witnesses are learned
and they saw it once again
in the fire long was burned
treaties forged in blood for gain
shadows of humanity are bound
where the innocence of cain
the sins of abel swims around
sweet dancing in the rain
it’s a tumultuous feeling
calm
it seems like a lie
a temptation for tornadoes
to rip everything apart
leaving the soul barefoot
to navigate across shattered glass
quiet
a perfect indicator of emotional doom
the sniper in place
waiting for the order to fire
the ravens gather for the onslaught
serenity
leaving time for promises to die
giving way to mental destruction
defenseless, naked, unmasked, unaware
blind in a boxing match
peace
time to prepare myself
for the barbed wire dress
for the parade of the despised
amity
pacts and trusts in boxes
that i am unable to open
i don’t have the fucking key
i don’t have the fucking tools
harmony
what a bullshit mirage
put in place to make the thinking
go to doctors and hospitals
thorazine and depakote
frontal lobotomy life therapy
there is no comfort in joy
there is no contentment in tranquility
happiness is rotting flesh disguised with aromatherapy
synchronicity and serendipity
conjuring up mutual need for kindredness
magical sound of a knock on the door
a blast from the past
i had no idea the sight of you would
make my heart skip in my chest
like a three year old
memories of long ago
playing cards
roaming mountains
exploring haunted houses
jaw bones of unknown animals
a rose and a poem
i saw you
the ache of missing you
boiled up then floated away
to see your face
to hear your laughter
to listen to stories
of loss
of neglect
of children
of new love
of unrighteous intruders
of adventures
of a life that molded
the girl i knew
the girl i love
into a woman
i have known my whole life
you are no longer the maiden
you are the mother
how beautiful it is
the flower you have bloomed into
-for aubrey
it’s beautiful
freedom
whirling twirling
uninhibited unrestrained
chasing bubbles, ladybugs, dragonflies
singing up the sun
howling at the moon
laughing the stars into existence
acting on impulse
taking down the mirrors
the world as it is
no reverse images
unwinding the clocks
so maybe life can stand still
while we are innocent
while we are here
here we are
here i am
and
it’s beautiful
we walk together guarded
because it is secret
because it is promised
because the mystics and poets
singers, swingers, dancers, lovers
summoned the gods in the tunnels
the underground labyrinth of freedom
passage and personhood granted by pantheons
long dead but still dancing the street
essence and smiles fade still the hearts beat
ancient stories detailed on concrete walls
hieroglyphs and sigils gifts of rebellion
starving artists, junkies, rebels, misanthropes
barry manilow, john wayne, donald trump, snooky
the flowers of the up and coming mental apocalypse
so kiddos roll up your sleeves
all signs point down into the bowels
shit’s about to get really real richie rich!
take my hand, lover of mine, let’s rock the subway!
sometimes i hate you like i hate picasso
i hate the trust i see when i see you in beauty
the way the universe tries to hum me to sleep
like white noise or a wheezing granny’s cigarette breath
i hate when you let me fall down then extend your hand
i hate who i am so stupid and flimsy and frail
all the crisp white and neat 90 degree angles
it’s like a fucking birdcage with no fucking birds
just ridiculous and oddly obscene
living life in climate controlled boxes
bitchin’ and moanin’ about the rough life in uv lighting
sometimes people need to roam around
pace on red dirt roads and gravel trails going on
yellow grass littered with goat-head sticker patches
the beast of the satanic botanic gardens
sometimes i just need to hate you to hate me
like grit in my teeth or blisters on my toes
lovin’ ain’t soft or kind or sweet
hallmark and jazz-vomit for the masses
chocolate taste like shit, roses have thorns
love is pulling your guts out, dragging them behind you
it’s blind rage, arrogance and reckless stupidity
i know i love you because you break me
like a 75 year old virgin’s hymen, you break me
without thought or fear or knowledge
i hate you for making me know i am living
all i want is to stop
i love you because you are the most of everything
you are the sum of all that is ever been kind and pretty
i love you because even in the inside of a monster you illuminate
you radiate and shine casting light on imperfections
and drawing this insect out to orbit until her wings crumble
there was a bit of my soul i cut away
i put in an envelope before we reunited
i was afraid it would be lonely
so i added a letter and pictures and magic rocks
to entertain and comfort that deep aspect
that primordial essence of me-past, present, future
i have scars inside and out
i have fears of things with no names
i have fears with names-those are nightmares
the fairy tales, stories of fate, love at first sight
before that night in november, in a crowded restaurant
i was 100% sure love between lovers was impossible
the fairy tales, stories of fate, love at first sight
those were ploys to sell poorly written music
only the suckers read romance novels
(i still think romance novels are pretty gross)
you taught me how to love so deeply
i resonate with the immortal, the ancient
a love that helps me call down the moon
i still dance with you free and open and happy
even if i can’t stand on my feet
i hope to laugh with you beyond death
in every lifetime i want to sleep
my head on your shoulder, you rubbing my hair
i want to walk my steps of infinity holding your hand
you are beautiful
you are magic
you are pure
you are divinity
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