Indubitably…

Indubitably

I don’t mind if I’m

more observant

words concise

I can feel

if I let myself

feel it all

because I

cannot feel

my own jugular

without the worlds’

I don’t mind

If I’m dreaming

this surely life

If I tell you, there’s a world you can

believe in so truly fantastical

It is true, I am a romantic

enraptured with this crimson legend

Moody pale shores, mizzled linens

Footprints carrying muddy microcosms

Sensitive leaves shelter tears fatigued

I turn a lost reef, arriving to perspective

Inspired isles, the expression of cliffs

Pouring into meditative tundras

leaving this human convention

It’s an open window, hidden imagination

that turns dust to stars, a life becoming

Why would I become anything less

If risk is savory, it’s a taste I require

If it’s good, it’s complicated

Sorcery of sour, sweet

salty, bitter, umami

I don’t mind if I’m

this ethereal god

where beauty lives

in syncs or syllables

textures and trills

Naturally, I hear the music

Soil so honey bright

Naturally, I am the fool

who invites you, a stranger

for our unseen adventure

Certainly, I hold my trust

in a chart of stars

hearing them

steer my heart

At least I’m someone

unquestioned

undoubtedly

indubitably

Alien Flower

What am I

a creature of?

Hazel broken

between the bark

A woodland musk

never leaves my palm

It’s faded, my memory,

somewhere I’m returning

Resurrections of another

realm will find me soon

My irises lift a-glaze

or did I just imagine

feelings are worlds?

Sometimes, I want to be perceived

Participate in human stories

Sometimes, I see through myself

Watching on my sim in 7D

Will I return to the womb

of stars I dwelled?

When will I come home in me?

If matter has no grip and life

is an existence within

I’ll carry my heart like

a lodestar, fabricating

new land I could love

(Self-guidance and pioneering a new world)

Assume Nothing. It Will Never Make Sense.

I must be mistaken

Was it your love that mattered

more than being understood

I must be mistaken

Illusions of who you were

blur in my irrelevant mind

I must be mistaken

To only know you by

shifting flesh and time

Things that don’t remain

when we rhyme with the

strings of eternity…

I must be mistaken to

believe that the sweet scent

of Gardenias would parish

That it’s soft hands know it

will return bright as Jupiter

accompanying the moon

holding my sore, questioning soul

And love has many names

Uncle, Mother, Friend,

Brother, Daughter

It’s true that you are you

but not by a few, all the many

who grew this garden in you

Such names of love

will visit you in your

dimensions of life

Even for years they may

usher your life emerging

A seed to pass bares the

deep breath of its fruit

I have felt to know…

to become is to adorn the seasons

to let the waves surprise you

Some things won’t last

People, perceptions or pasts

But love will leave the light on, I suspect

Threads of us entwine this expanse where

many stories are told and songs are heard,

and visions are felt so assume nothing,

it will never make sense.

(Death reshapes your eyes)

No, I’m Fine

Is my mind wasting?

No, I’m fine

It’s just a headache

Losing my hold on time

or any meaning to it all

I keep playing myself

the same words over

and over again

No, I’m fine

It’s just a headache

I’m holding on to things

I find beautiful and

I keep playing myself

I can participate

in this design

life grants

Is my mind wasting?

I just need some rest

Inch my spine slowly

Let my mind go in

Losing my hold on time

I think I know this song

I think I’m still alive

I keep playing myself

over and over…

No, I’m fine

It’s just a headache

Bardo of New Skin

I’m not here to change the world.

I’m here to provoke it.

Light it on fire.

I’m here at the shoreline

rising the tides.

I’m here at the end of

fields opening flowers.

I lift the elephant’s trumpet

evoking every earthly corner.

I’ve stolen the hours.

I’ve curved the roads.

The wolves are rallying.

The stars are dancing.

Do their shadows persuade you…

running past walls that hold you in.

I’ll spin out the skies of

satellites, we’ll have to

find a new direction.

I born the day.

I darken the soil.

I entwine the vines.

Take off your shoes.

Articulate.

In the darkest night

your lodestar will find you.

The fire burning on your

tongue forges the steel

that strengthens you.

“Know your why and you will be ready for the fight.” - Nancy Pelosi

Art Therapy

I still hear you shitting

from the nape of my neck

It’ll have been a while

but sometimes I’ll snap

and you’ll come back -

“You know you were never good

enough, never desired, weak, too nice,

never the loudest, a little out of place.

You never smile, but when you do your

head’s in the clouds. Are you listening?”

I’ll say, “Yes, thank you for your observations.

I’m glad you find me most fascinating but I don’t

take you very seriously and I don’t trust you anymore.

Now see yourself out.”