Tremors in chambers

who has the key?

dungeons inebriated

elixirs that can not contain


there is no god

who can rescue

this condition.

time, what time?

masturbations do not ease

even in momentary heaven

it is not resolved

mother please

not again

what I can no longer bear

I bear

left to tremble


For Joi

So much water
Flows beneath these bridges
Long, swinging views
Of precipice rock and sky.

Graves unmarked
But we know
Where the bones are
And stay clear.

Tattooed with invisible ink
Only we see the sign
The other carries

The torrent current
Too dizzy to look down
Between you and I
So high
Any other might die.

Greener grasses
Crystal glasses
Rose colored horizons
Shine and fragrant elixir
Blood in our veins.

I’ll meet you there
At your shore
Or you mine.

Let’s defy
And fly.



the bars used to close then

the plague is here now

and nothing’s coming

the asphalt, warm against my cheek

one eye closed

looking down the yellow line

I see what divides hides

subtler hues




sneering contempt

you never smile

behind eyes awash with beige

gray mud

red leaks between teeth

that streaks to

feet soaked

in a puddle of old, caked brown

I step away

any other day

my vivid may have run

not today

chartreuse, emerald, lapis lazuli, pink

spectrum of this my gem


taken by none

there’s that line again

you there

me here




In my holy place

between breaths

she comes.

Her key is true.

Others tried failed

decoys they found.

She drives me.

I coil around her heat

inside essence

placed on strings.

Her melody sings.

Haunting glances of other secrets

too deep to tell

too deep to tell.

Summoned now

between the veils.


if I had but one chance

how sad to have just begun

life should tell you

chances are many

growing is forever

but humans ponder lesser things

they innately are

priests intercede to fill cracks

with old wine

ponder then again

how brilliant is life

how forgiving, charitable

to think we had only one chance



This Day

Gracious giving,

when memories tell a tale

woeful and mournful.

Grace prevails, giving right where right resides.

No matter.

Giving thanks in the telling…

In the telling all

let us heal

and partake in the truth’s felling

to grow anew.



These swirling waters

Source unknown

Stirring with forces

Subtle and sure

contemplations of creation

Springing out of wells…

This chalice contains Elixirs of alchemy


Save the mind fire of center earth.

What is this chaos?

Pierced by creamy white dreams

Swirling out of mist…

She takes me

Holds me in her arms

Only to awaken

In the heat of my desire

Left wanting.


What then is this exstasis?

Divine bliss bringing nothing more unto itself

Than itself.

Complete Being.

The mortal coil beckons flesh

To be the bearer of fulfillment.

It is not, and yet we try.

Tho we plead

The answer remains ephemeral.

Does the vessel define the experience?

No, such exalted states are reserved

For those who’s hearts

Are Divine’s alone…

Who want for nothing more.

Where then is the Divine?

The residence I should look?

The yearning, find her here.

The threshold of longing, she awaits.

The lapping wave of desire… she looks at you…

And fulfillment complete



This Meandering

Should you wander too far into my heart
It is easy to find your way back.

Look for the dark spot
On the other side of the door
From whence you entered.

The world abides there.

The cars go rushing by
the haze.
Artificial eyes watch out
For your mistakes.

Blame lurks in the alleys
Where self righteous mud lays under reflective puddles.

The air, riddled with 5G bugs
Itching your nerves
Urging noonday cocktails

Which brings you back to me.

This sweet relief
The key in your pocket
Warms upon entrance.

This expanse
How deep the ocean
Beyond orgasmic delight.

How much can I bear?
Please don’t speak just now.
Just be.

Your hand.

Place it to your heart
now listen.

There in you
I am.

…and tho I wish to stop
I can not.
This meandering.