Gingerly streaming the foil of 

perpetual evolution, 

As the electron 

gets electromagnetised by 

watts per birth 

scintillating through the 

stream of consciousness like 

rainstorm 

The shadows of mortal life chasing 

the light of enlightenment 

Fragile and fenced 

with  the vices of 

carnality, sloth, greed, 

anger, attachment, jeaously

eroding the soul

The voyage beyond mind, 

deciphers the 

past, present and future 

Life is the reprinted edition 

of the editions 

of the scripted perennial 

iota of eternity 

as the shadows

Res ipsa loquitur

The relay race between the 

inner and the outer poles 

of sustenance. 

Distilled energy 

travels through the perimeter of 

the sharp perpendicular blade of soul, 

to detox the 

Condensed

K A R M A 

Trapped in the 

ethereal container 

of the past 

shadows of torment 

Spinning frequency on the 

orbit of the 

revolution of evolution

combustion within the 

neurons 

Unfolding the cosmos of light.

I framed the day love tossed me

and she caught me

In a catch that could be described as

- the smile that cracked my normalcy

Mind beautifully messed up from her

first glance

Sand seconds, the world stood still

Sufficient time

to steal my voice and air

Her nearness validates my inebriated stare

I toke her blue heaven...

A high justified by her carnal smile

She captivated the pinnacle of my

mental symphony

Intrinsically eclipsing

my hope of what it genuinely means

to be in love

Daydreaming at night

with thoughts of her beneath my skin,

as if I peeled back a layer

and allowed her to climb in

And her touch...

Her touch restarts my heartbeat

when slowed with pain,

reviving its rhythm with a velocity

that would make infinity shame

A love that tasted spiritually inspired, as if cherubs were in attendance

ripped love from her soul

and made me consume it whole

Pleasure we now seek...

Beyond the mundane

Transcending this mortal shallow plane

We leave this port of instant

gratification and hollow delight,

sailing into a sea of passion,

exploring the fire of our inner light

We discovered and have reached for the horizon that has evaded us for so long,

creating with our souls

a harmonic synchronicity,

our very own song

Together we move like grass in a field,

careening blindly toward the other side

There is never going to be anything

straight or predictable in our lifespath, except the knocking down and the springing back of Us

We shall mix ourselves in the strange beauty of our breath

till no one can sort out our arms, legs, minds or hearts

Our souls are bonded and

together we forever fly

Smearing endless rainbows across the sky.

I listen to hear that song of yours 

The one you wrote in your dreams

Where you are true and free 

No longer held down by unforgettable memories...

I want to live in the mystery that is your eyes 

Where we swim in the lake that you have drawn in your mind 

A place no longer boud by the misery of time 

And we do as we may forever...     

I long to get lost in the presence of your soul 

Where I am free from the chains of obsession 

Where we dance to your song under the trees 

and we smile like we have never seen pain 

Everything washes away in your presence...

Can you not see that you are my anchor 

The only thing that keeps me still 

in this world that grows heavy and bitter 

The anchor that keeps me forever... 

And you are like the sun and the stars 

You shine through the day and even in the dark 

And I have been intimate with your deepest scars 

but they will never scare me away...

I can see the light pouring through you 

even on the darkest of nights 

It is radiant and it breaks through 

all the windows and doors that surround and encase you... 

Nothing will ever break you 

And I will love you for that until my dying day... 

Like a tidal wave 

that has crashed upon my shores 

You washed away the wreckage of my past 

With each new day my love for you grows deeper 

and I will ache for you 

Always.

Amongst the vast deafness 

of wicked gloom 

and vestures of evil hues 

in the great beyond... 

there is a whirlpool of citrus amber swirls entwined with wine berry brush strokes and splashes of amethyst water colors 

That is where you are...

Amongst the violent charcoal convolutions of malicious torrents 

and destructive ruins in the everlasting storm... 

There are forests of emerald majesties 

ripples of eternal liquid jade 

and cascades of melted mother of pearl 

That is where you are...

Deep in the colossal wreckage 

of my internal thrashing pulse 

and fragmented drumming 

of my stitched heart...

there is a radiant opalescent glow 

brilliant coruscating sparkle 

and a shimmer of glorious glisten 

That is where you are.

Even the most well read young men may not tell you quite how to discern between the desires of the heart

and the headier requirements

of the soul     

Their world remains     

an open mine of possibilities     

so why pay heed to the scream of a jay or search for its blue wing bars     

flashing early     

high in the oaks     

Surely no young blood     

would ever wish     

to stop and wonder     

over such badge of treachery     

when the betrayal of age     

settles dust unseen     

its film invisible     

a lifetime away     

Even educated young women     

once raised with servants,     

dresses and doilies     

might imbibe of modernity     

until it radically dilutes their manners but they seldom forget     

how to spell baby     

or lose that word on their tongue's tip

They do not notice     

not yet     

the click of a crumbling vertebrae     

Young time     

is easily ladled     

from a bottomless crock     

it blushes     

good humoured endearment     

at a father's odd socks     

shooing away his despairing hunt     

for misplaced keys     

always eager to concoct     

some newer fresher thrill     

as yet unshaken     

by the wasteful roulette of genes     

My child time never listened     

to the tap of a blind man's stick     

nor understood the true meaning     

of a gate left open     

when none were ever closed     

although now at least     

hiking spirits     

becomes a simple trick     

It takes only the kindness     

of a lone loki cat     

straying warm across my path     

to purr innocence at the lost     

or maybe just even the thought     

of one more breathless     

impromptu kiss.

This is our beginning 

and with it 

all things 

will become shadows

The narrative of love 

is the story of how the soul 

awakens to itself, 

and tender flesh awakens 

to the harsh touch 

of the meandering moon

By the ever moving moon, 

I would keep you here 

hearing all 

you divulge to my curiosity 

My nature demanding confession 

until we are both drunk 

and sated with knowledge

Philosophy holding my attention 

as I beg you 

to teach me the secrets 

of the stars 

and mountains 

and rivers 

and the breeze

teach my nature to me 

as only you see it

I would take your hand 

reading the narrative of humanity 

in the runes of your creases 

touch the soles of your feet 

and cradle civilization 

with your head in my lap

Each new day has hidden 

the dark passions 

of the previous night 

and each new night 

unveils the hidden shyness 

of our naked travails 

As we wistfully coil 

along the ribboned banks 

that cause the snakey rivers 

to shake their shores 

and recreate 

with newly minted instructions 

The directions of the flow 

of all of life 

one grain of sand 

at a time, 

as each kiss 

reminds and obliterates 

the lost memories 

of our past and passing lives

I would follow you 

barefoot across the warm dunes 

that fill our hour glass

Finding those memories 

we'll treasure 

when fate separates us 

once more and inevitably 

cupped hands saving the precious grains 

Overflowing 

until the wind scatters 

the sands of our time together 

to be chased across decades 

until paths might cross

Where I might hold you 

to my chest and whisper 

new questions 

for you to foretell 

the history of the earth 

where the moon sleeps 

where the wind blows

where the river begins 

and how we

found each other.

Because...

from that moment your mind 

had kidnapped mine 

and took me to a place 

only Shakespeare wrote of 

It's How... 

you raised the dead language 

my heart spoke with 

and pronounced every word 

with fluent precision 

The Way...

you are a poem penned 

a peerless piece 

only words of the soul 

gained from lifetimes with you 

It's Why... 

you're my favorite place 

my great escape 

like a backyard hammock 

embraced and supported 

It's in the Way... 

our long conversations 

fill the empty 

and your soulful kisses 

tell me to trust your lips 

Because...

each time our tongues collide 

and our lips touch 

I can taste our future 

a hundred years we're still 

It's How... 

your laughter low and warm 

calms my crazy 

lights me like candlelight 

replenishes my soul 

Because... 

you're more than my best friend 

or my soul mate 

you are my musician 

always ticking inside 

It's Why... 

each time I see you smile 

or hear you speak 

you conduct a rhythm 

only my heart can play 

It's the Reason... 

my heart is the base line 

your voice the song 

you serenade my soul 

the vibration melts me.

Spheres of crystal beauty 

Amethyst dreams stand alone 

Catching me up in perchance 

whispers of the unknown 

Jasmine drifts on mountain tops 

Azure skies tumble free 

Cirrus clouds sink away 

as warm sun blankets me 

Pensive thoughts upon me ponder 

slipping into the green 

of the bed that I lay upon 

in my evanescent dream 

Closing the lids to my soul 

I sink into my dark 

Falling through the moments 

that were meant to one day start 

Bound by webs of wonder 

still no clarity crawls 

through the chambers of my heart 

or past my concrete walls.

We push through the minutia 

of excrement and brittle wings 

with invisible meanings 

until chard and broken purposes 

slip beyond our grasps 

Then in death does the smoke rise 

and our fragile morbidity 

reveal us for the fools we are 

That while we breathed 

we feared and let the few decide 

the fate of the many 

When nature's remedy 

that flourished before our time 

begged to be noticed 

but was ignored by influence 

we inhaled 

So we remain weak and dependant 

and for those who suffer 

man's laws and punishments 

hope of survival fades 

with the white of the eyes 

And the green heaven 

is wasted on the ignorance 

and hypocracy of Congress.

We fell into the blissful garden 

tracing trails, edging the path 

overlying hedges cleared away 

The air blew sticky sweet 

as a bird opens her wings

whispering nature

lovely doves

flowers in spring 

A grown oak climbs between petals 

reaching for bliss, touching sky 

Wild flower petals swell 

as mist kisses trickle within 

Succulent sounds signal softened secure sacrament 

Wild beasts tangle and clash breathing

Eden 

Storms build, Thunder roars and rumbles 

Thickened air is split asunder 

as cracks streak over 

Waves pulse in quaking ferocity 

Streams overflowing

gush floods the plain 

the garden covers

hidden bliss resting peacefully.