I Dig It

The leaves are changing,

I dig the spice,

United We Stand,

Takes a new face,

I dig the curves,

A slender, youthful silhouette,

Fights for the spotlight,

I dig the rawness,

Worldly neighbors embrace,

I dig the union (or convergence),

Respectful chills drip down my spine,

I dig the energy,

Squeaky slate, more so than potential others,

But damage control is still ahead,

I dig the tenacity,

With a full set of hair and a groovy game,

I dig the trend (or hipness),

But its more than that,

Its white hope in a red, red reality with the blues all over it,

I dig the cause,

In foreign soil, I finally feel powerful,

I feel present and ready,

So lets change some shit!


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Uninformed Guilt

One and the same, one and the same,

Surprisingly taken by you and your mirrored medicine,

So sweet but knee deep,

Then you just look for the lighthouse,

In need,

No signal?

Same to you.

But why?

Is there really no preference?

With a coat of indifference,

I know all too well.

Why was I so blind?

I should have known.

Oh dear, is it too late?

I should have known.

I should have known.

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Cherried Prologue

With Everests of flesh,

Sight is surrendered,

No clouds tonight,

No pink, purple, no red,

Pastels are what sweeps,

With kindness and comfort,

Where is this place?

Time is slipping behind the silhouette,

Rapidly changing scenes,

Where are the borders?

What will the heat bring?

All is forgotten,

when one is near,

silence brings the noise,

black raven, bring me my feet,

lend them my armor,

for little good it does me,

knowledge is scarce,

expected emptiness,

see, metal again, always,

soft spoken intrigue

or sweet harmonic depth,

tell me, you tell me,

for my eyes are shut,

its only appropriate in pairs,

spoiled by brotherhood,

impure temptations otherwise,

the sun has given up,

maybe the moon will dance,

but waves persist,

as the embers of tomorrow start to flicker,

solely saved by a London light,

the brilliance emerges with frames of darkness,

a warm velvety breeze and notches are turned,

unwelcomed maturity,

the light show begins,

freckles lost in the ocean blue,

my heart warms,

my eyes dim,

and my mind smiles,

as I gasp for air, serenity sneaks into the sky,

and the prologue is nearly complete,

only subconscience reunions,

precious liquid turmoil,

and seductive dams,

before the story begins.

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Mar de Monet

With a dirty orange and craters of depth,

Another harvest moon has fallen,

Shadowed by its reflection,

Through mystic and intrigue,

Perfection is viewed from afar,

As the steps close the shores,

The space between emerges,

Oozing with question,

Uncertainty strangling purple,

All would disappear if magnified,

The corners are missing among the rest,

Inner turmoil is masked with thick crescent smiles,

Confused with the bunch,

So many cherried assumptions,

But there was some truth to the shine,

Fields of golden grains,

Watered with substance and bathed with warmth,

Minds of lower altitudes rear higher wishes,

Purposeless ignorance is wrapped with tape,

No expectations, no tears,

No expectations, no pride,

No expectations, no dreams,

The path of least resistance is glowing,

But it’s vanishing fast,

Rounding the bends of the sun,

Each innocent petal is shed,

Fear is towered by birth,

Lifetime’s relative, youth inescapable,

Life is to be had,

Despite the red,

Continuation is upon and laughter is the boat,

Smooth, white sails are open,

A proud, bald spinnaker leading,

The willful winds have picked up,

And the square sea is ready,

Seductively calling your name.

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A Clear State

The saving of daylight,

Gave me my sunrise back,

It’s nearing too late though,

The last of many,

A faultful break is ahead,

Guards have reassembled,

Power is restored,

No more banana pancakes,

Instead, empty truffles,

With hope of richness in each dome,

Squashed by echoing caves,

The bets are off,

The cheetah is unamused,

Distracted by black velvet,

The dock is left behind,

Destination unknown,

Duration undetermined,

But departure inevitable,

It’s sad it has to be like this,

Bravery reduced by intellect,

When did the pink innocence leave?

Time taints everything,

Unparalleled expectations,

But adjacent desires,

Patience has never been a gift of mine,

I believe my heart to be clean,

But years must wrap my mind,

A few more curious nodes to my stem,

Oaky knowledge is upon me,

A minty breeze has swept,

My mind is clear and primed

for what tomorrow will bring,

Focused calm has arrived,

And doubt is gone with the clouds,

I am peacefully ready,

And, oh boy, excitedly relieved.


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Sunflower Eyes

Youthful memories always clear of apples,

Of thought, necessity, or temptation,

Just as Janis, sleeplessly rested,

We are blinded by the house,

Sharp against the plum-stained concrete,

Endless canary skies and lemonade filled corners,

Belly aches over grass skirts and hairy jungles,

Fiery bark and shallow trees,

But where do the branches lead?

Knees smeared with grass remnants,

Innocently pink ears and sugarcoated strawberries,

Carmel burned backs and blading with Blacky,

Forever narrated by Floyd,

Advised to question the machine,

A mother’s strength is tested,

Wall tearing is my doing,

Rightful responsibility of elders,

Footsteps run deep,

Powder reins easier terrain,

But don’t stray too far sister,

For the waves are coming,

With undulating pain,

And shimmer that is scarcely sprinkled.

Just let the teepees back in,

Walk through clean mud,

Remember scorching Silverman days,

Sharing one pillow as the other is bare,

Home alternated with the meadows,

Beautiful, sunflower eyes,

Always stealin’ my show,

And steppin’ on my plants,

I wish you to see what I see,

Doubt would bottom out,

Smoke signals would cease,

The magnolias smiled early,

I can hear the creek,

Bends no longer known,

Miller replaced by Putah,

In my older endeavors,

But the beach is where your canoe has docked,

As I gleefully tip my hat,

I pray for you,

Not in fear, but in hope,

Hope that you will give in,

Succumb to the dreams of your bones,

The power of your hands,

The strength of your toes,

The wisdom of your eyes,

The faith of your veins,

And the beauty of your music,

Just love you like you love me,

Let all the coins fall,

And dive into your mocha sea,

The hour strikes hard,

It is time for the lonesome era of self immersion,

Goodbye for now,

Never let the sunflowers dim

And I will always be here.

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Cheetah

Stoplights change with the demand of traffic,

You don’t even see it,

The clouds have set in,

Thick, fluffy and wet,

But I can still see the blue trouble.

I know better,

You know better,

The bells are chiming,

Are we going to make it?

Feathers give in

When your strength jokes.

The clocks are unclear.

I see you have a new champagne machete,

A rapid lap around the sun,

Pureness is questioned,

But interesting will and powerful smiles

Lather the enamel,

Wood is renewed or at least decent.

I’m half past his star, curiously ready.

Surprisingly I see you ahead of me,

Your intentions unclear,

But your heart is clean,

Babushka reality blinded by your light,

The brush is thick.

Not using your cruel eyes,

You feel the cheetah’s warmth,

I reluctantly see the cheetah,

But the mayans are lurking,

The sacrifice is great,

Unsure worthiness,

Humor filled spoons,

Closeness brought by the cold,

Undeniably comfortable,

Living simply,

I’m left with only one,

Why not?


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Roots

Weakness has set in,

I feel it in my bones.

What does one do

When roots are unearthed?

Forced tears,

Have I forgotten how?

The lioness shakes her mane,

In efforts to discover

The emerald rawness.

Each tear drop

Caressed with hope the truth will unveil.

Is this wonderland?

How do the clouds know?

He loves her.

But she is blind.

Blind to painful loyalty.

Blind to all of the colors.

Blind to blindness.

Solely red penetrates

Wounded spirits,

Only the look within is left.

Is there depth still to go?

I pray for an eclipse.

Will they ever understand the overlap?

The embers dimmed,

And she did not care.

Flourished with fire-filled geminis,

All was forgotten.

I hate her for that.

Eternal devotion,

Hearts of everlasting,

Overwhelming honor,

Never ignorant respect.

I scarcely reveal this,

Which molds the perfect blade.

A black widow without the means,

The pain is deep.

Easily seen to all but powerful crumbs.

He wants to be your glue.

You must know this by now.

I can’t see through all the smoke.

I guess, its time for that icy staple again.

Another turn, another turn, another time.

It’s not just you,

I thought you knew this the most.

False denial births unwelcomed volumes of blame.

Hawks in the sky, the vultures are next.

Unknown counts of turmoil,

So much has taken you.

But I believe you to be whole.

Borrow my eyes, please momma,

Take them for keeps, take everything.

None was ever mine anyways.

Are the hills going to turn early this year?

Have the rivers dried up?

Worry not,

For the charcoal clouds are beginning their gallop.

Grey cheetah on the pavement,

Thirst will be quenched soon.

I am forever yours; you feel it in your toes.

Time will bring warmth, it always does.

Just give in.

Let go of you reins.

Free fall into the plush heights of enlightenment.

Smiles are awaiting

Sealed with kisses and wisdom.

You are almost there.

The both of you are.

The preparation was always in the oven,

Sizzling burning threats looming.

Just feel the piano,

And sing until the glow overwhelms.

The fog is receding,

It isn’t long now.

Its time to hit the snooze,

And surrender to the moment.

Faith has returned,

And fear has ceased.

You never fail me.

Love has done it again.


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Nonsense

Did you leave a light on?

I needed a sunrise.

Are you okay?

Why don’t you speak to me?

Do you think of me?

You were through so quick.

With the shelf-life of dairy,

You were already rounding Orion.

Did you already know?

Are you the lion?

Why did you have to make it like Oz?

You ruin the color yellow.

In early hours, the sun is so much greater.

Brighter and bigger—filled with promise.

Why did you waste our hands?

De tiempo y amore?

Or did you run into the river?

Filled with tears?

Masked with metallic shimmer?

If so, what pond are you leading to?

Is she what you need?

Would you know better?

Or have you become blood-rusted tin?

We’re six feet now.

And I’m better off.

Or is that just for the nerves?

Why did your waves wash away our castle?

Why do I layer so?

Will anyone know the truth?

Can anyone break the seal?

The rain pierces me.

I’m sure you don’t believe a word.

It’s all hidden anyways.

It is your turn.

Nonsense. Nonsense.

Concrete walls already?

Nonsense.

It kills me that you hate me.

Schuyler three times already,

And the sun isn’t even finished yawning.

Off to endo… whatever that means.

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