written for a thursday in the city

welcome to a new dawning
a moment in time that extends into the consciousness forever
these are the glorious days
sweet as melons
this now is the future
strong as thunder
cool as the kitty blog you stalk on tumblr
actually rewind …. way cooler than that
i invite you now to close your eyes
give yourself a moment to tune into the sound
now that you have arrived
feel your body
the sound of your body 
the lightness of hair
the chair 
the floor
the air
the other
feel the meridian 
the gas mixture of space where you cease to be
now feel the tension
the separation
now kill it
release yourself from the disconnection
chew up your panties
embark into the oneness
throw in your anties
as you go on transforming
feel the vibration
the faithless moaning 
of your atoms fucking the entire universe
now that you feel it between your legs
open your eyes
you don't need to be drunk to meet your standards
this an invitation to a big mind open
this an invitation to transcend the banter
i am leaving impressions
giving you something to change the sound of your body
fractal your conciousness
devour your ego
transform the para to meta and back again
in sessions
do not attempt to understand what you are hearing
instead, focus on the vibration
all things are connected
feel where your body connects to the other
your hair the frequency 
light your legs
vibrations your innards
welcome to a new dawning
strong as thunder
cool as color
energy transcends the ceiling you're under
all of it moves through us leaving impressions
energy movement
vibrational movement 
atomically correct in our separation from movement
the sound overlaying our own illusions
the faithless moaning
solidifying this world 
drunk to meet your standards
release yourself from the disconnection
transcending the physical boundaries
that we call life
give yourself a moment to tune into the sound
the moment i wrote this 
the moment now when i present it to you
the now
atomically correct
the ghost of mediocrity has succumb to the falattiating lips of angels
aerobic mind and body teasing
all of it moves through us leaving impressions
but let us not digress
let us be vibrant
the moon is a waning crescent
atomically correct
for the end of a week of one trillion 
16 trillion in cups of platinum
in which gold is not as valued as grass
or the bible
the writing is between your legs now
those tired basic things connected to pieces of energy
your ears correct 
your beer an email
in which meat suppression is a little energy land of milk
do you hear it
memory and sound a sensation
feel the meridian 
the splitting of fissures through syncopated dares
give me that chance and I will love you and hold you
carving from your black hole eyes
a cheap summer breeze in my mind of everywhere 
dreams meeting the lips to rest in a pool of chewed up panties
the moon is a waning crescent
we cannot invite you
for the glory days
your legs and your ears 
everything right now is the president
once you enter the connection operation
and then you enter the girls that cum after me
the other games can change your mind
your standards 
the factory consciousness
understand what you understand 
but do not attempt what you are hearing
the veil is thin
the veil is open
transform into terra and then into a kitten
into grass and the bible 
beating and fucking
drunk as a fast my love
you continue transforming para to meadow 
a stream of aerobic mind and body 
feel the reunion
the releasing 
the pounding 
fucking your ears 
beating your eyes
adorned in the fallatiating lips of angels
I'm leaving impressions
I leave me standing in a pool of chewed up panties 
giving you something to change the sound of your body
the body next to yours
the ours 
the we
seeing in taste and 
hearing in numbers
atoms fucking the universe
and you know right now everything is the president
the bible 
your black hole eyes
and the grass beneath the cheap summer breeze
forget our meeting
focus on the vibration of things
the connected frequency
i present it to you now 
anatomically correct 
in a subpoena for a big mind and body teasing
forget our meeting
i am meeting my phone at 9
our pleasure is a sin biosis
a taste of honey suckle wanting to do the trash long term
a moment in time that extends into the consciousness forever
glory days 
sweet melon strongest under clothes 
the kitty love you stuck on tumbler 
the first morning of your factory consciousness
the faithless moaning of your atoms fucking the entire universe

love poem #5

your eyes are so magical
  i want to lick you right now
I want to tie you up
and watch your flesh contract and expand
without you i am just like a little kitten
with you i am a little wild cat
such a little trouble maker
but then you just look at me and i am mesmerized
just desperate to be a vessel for your pleasure
you can force yourself
if you must force yourself 
but i freely offer myself to you
like i am under a spell
like i have been commanded to do so 
by a higher power 
to be your pleasure factory 
your sanctuary for release
like a gift
  a divine reward
  so you may press forward
  undistracted by false want
that you may weld power
pure power
rather than leak it
so that when you release yourself inside me
or when that release soaks through my pores
it may be transformed and cleansed and retuned to you charged
that is why we are both rewarded with a wellspring of pleasure
it is symbiosis
it is old
it is so new too
we forget ever meeting
or we dance in the memory
tap our feet against it
manipulate it for our benefit
for you are a man who deserves poetry
you are a beast
who cannot be tamed
and that is why i was sent to you
not to tame you, but to inspire and caress
to deliver to you your own power
like a reflection
welcome as the spring soil welcomes rain
as the river welcomes the rush of snow melt
as my eyes welcome your devotion and devouring thirst
i cry because i am lost for a moment without the comfort of relinquishing myself to you
but this is just a momentary loss
a way for me to not retain the water you are so keen to drain from me
i love you so, but i will let you sleep now
and dream of my moist soft lips
poised above you
so close
with sweet minty breath
and a hint of salivation
and the essence of longing
just above you
staring into your eyes entranced
a wonderful little princess darling
  at your will to do as you please
you will hold me in that trance
  I will love you and hold you and keep you
and i will sit upon a pepita for my seat
  and stare from the window of a pumpkin carved like a lion

written to be read

we cannot escape from being torn here.

you want everything and you should have it.

i want to get paid to be inspired by life and i can have that too.

our world is made up of crazy lost lovers in a web of connections

reaching out of memory and into a future of the unknown.

i am awake.

the serpent of today has devoured dreams like it's own tail, but cannot hide from the fact

that the days are like elephants walking in a line.

it brings me to tears that the link between moment and distance is a thin line

held by the thick trunk of memory and longing.

it makes me want to hold your hand and have you rest your head on mine

and kiss my cheek and tell me who the people in my dreams are.

i want to disappear into the ether and reappear in your dreams

and in your mind while you bathe.

then reappear on your tv screen.

then reappear as the woman i see when i look into the mirror with my eyes closed.

forgetting the feeling of missing you.

there is no sound.

the sun peaks through an early morning mist falling like lace around my window.


you wake me up break me down make me move make me weep.

a transit of constellations plays from the radio.

running through the woods against the steep contrast of trees to sky.

the feeling of being dressed in a bow.

we shared some things

sending letters wrapped in the fingerprints of many nations.

when i got home a feathered mess lay within the folds of time

drinking like a honey-suckling sailor

swallowing the dreams of masticating origami doves.

happiness translates to cannibalizing the secular delusion

driving to the temple with belled ankles and roped belly

hands to sheets then breast then head then knees to cheek to beat the weather

stop it

i didn't believe in destiny

the modern dance of fisted friendships

clinking spoons against crystal

making music in an alley

tolling bells for those that stop to listen

and with eyes closed

dance over the shaking heads of bobbling women and agreeable men

sloppy and loose to the control of eyes that pray

it's the synthopated choreography

that runs over the teeth of strangled women

pasted upon a scroll of fallen petals

my voice is reverberated in black ink

sporadically penned by a controlled bleeding

blending into soothing

like a child blends chalk

like a rainbow's disappearance into the distance.

like shyness to laughter

dissembling the resonant sound of your voice.

the faint whisper of rain sizzling in the low sun

like a full red moon confusing the day with night.

undressing the shallow mistress of adventure

while blindfolded human flesh and desire

lay underwater in love.

it burns a negative image onto the edge of my teacup

breathed into existence by shadows.

the circus of paradise is revealed in the droplet upon your cheekbone

a sip of power

calling your name

dividing joy equally amongst the abundant

what would it feel like to truly know you?

to lick the porridge from my chin.

you are brighter than sunshine

and i have the eyes of an albino cat draped in human clothes.

love song #4

my love
your fathomless eyes dominate me with snarling animist teeth
tearing gently at my lips
pouring the taste of honeysuckle wine amidst dewed spring grass
over longful tongue down open throat past thumping heart
only to later be digested
your eyes
like the rising of the tide
coaxed from between my legs
a necter known to no other
drilled by fingers thick and relentless
a disgusted gaze froliced by winged tigers and bound muses
penetrates my mind and melts me into submission
my love
your eyes ingest my spirit
fractaling my conciousness
devouring my ego
transforming para to meta and back again
in a slipstream of aerobic mind and body teasing
entering and releasing
pounding fucking beating
your eyes leave me breathless
your touch leaves me steaming
the memory of this has me soaking through seating
my love
your eyes like the bluest black hole
suck from my mind every worry every dream
creating space for the nirvana of pure desire
your eyes
caress my eyes like wisping hair caresses cheek
amid a summer breeze infused with sweat
cradling memory in poems of sound
undressing me from my skin and bleaching my bones
by knawing them clean
my love


a lotus unfolds to a feathered lens
opening the crown to shades of blue
while energy
divided by spatial intimacy
splinters into fractal waves
dispersing light rays
and recording the substance of memory

it is a particulate spirituality
that oozes from your ayahuascan soaked pores
it is the shapeshifting angel
who peels back hair to expose the lotus
and through this exertion
the unclean ritual commences
scattering semen demons
across an undulating body

batteries charged by shared meditation
devour the snake like images in our dreams
executing dance moves performed by liminal beings
in an omnium gatherum of cultural mythologies
we break down physics and the concepts of consciousness
to split our atoms with chakram energy
and seed the cosmos with love

across the sea and into the future

your touch seeks to scatter dreams like tinsle
amassing power from gleening eyes
that rake the grey hairs that other lovers missed
caressing your flesh in windsong
then bathing your aura in pure loving energy
because i can
it is the shaman lover that imalgamates
the bondage between light and night
enriching a moment with cat calls and droning lovesong
it is the dualistic dance of the spirits
that gaze upon gentle fingers
tracing the map of time and space upon your wings
upon a temple and below the moon
the hermited lover retreats in meditation
blanketed by the moist streaming of imagination
painting to lyrics a musical interlude
like the silent rhythm of dew
you like the jaguar reflected in a single drop
i like the adornment that crowns your spotted head
tremble for knowing and unknowing
this is the mystery of unfettered love
this is a joy mask that blinds the eager temptress
leads demons astray
pulsates within earth core and star heart
to form a rainbow around tangled moments
aligning in harmony the driving mission
of two souls flowering entwined yet distant

love song #3

(Note* This was on an IPhone notepad while having sex:
I have been wanting to challenge myself lately)

Poetic licks on quilted sheets
Read over lips to ears replete
With care for lovesong and sultry eyes
Though tongue does lisp past swollen thighs
And fingers drift my mountainsides

I lie

If wet is what you must insist
With pulling hair and belted wrist
Sucking life from moistened clit
Then diving into each abyss
Until I piss

I wish

You would read me more than poetry
While braiding hair beneath a tree
Lavish me in picnic breeze
Shower me with courtesies
Do exactly as I please

With ease


steak and eggs
for plates were placed
by flowers plucked
then held by vase
and eyes they gazed
to hands unsure
that rose to hold to heart the words that spoke
from trembled tongue and cheek through stretched and smokey throat beneath
a psyche magnified by tear
that falls to salt like rain on sun
a single supple fragile disc
like golden ring
against wedding dress
but will the answer be a yes?

a breath a stone compressing lung in chest a syncopated drum
bass lined by the tick of seconds
each salivating over breakfast
is this crossroad?
is this nexus?
fork steals bite
answers perplex us

love song #2

Draw for me with a cinnamon stick on a window frosted with ice
Play me grass in the summer shade over the percussion of the rising tide
Bathe with me in a cup of cocoa and drink the nectar from my lips
Your soul is like a distant lover
singing to me with pressing hips

Dance with me in fields of dreamsong quiet clouds passing over
Eat the whispers that lean over lips that swoon to ears so keen
Stroke my hunger with the backbone of a single lion queen
Your eyes are like a supple moment floating on eternity

love song #1

Kiss me under flowers and undress my soul with your clawing fingers, play my destiny and send chills through my molecules, make my heart pound and stroke my winged back, that I may soar like a butterfly, I can drink in the divine nectar, that u might be shoveling the sands of time with my backbone