30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 12

My fingers

Tapping out the rhythmic misses of my existence

Even as I seek to keep its distance

They spread as roots

searching for sustenance

in this world of excess

But reality escapes me

I am but a dream

seen through the lenses

of many streams

of consciousness

Obviously

something too abstract

to be symbolized

by mortals

And as I walk away

from the doorstep of love

She calls me back

I turn

and her

not knowing what to say

simply places two curved hands together

in the shape of a heart

I smile

and grasp the place

where I've been told mine lies

But my lies stop me from walking to her

And so I proceed on my way

Mind expanding

in compressive manners

Lessening the matter

that amasses in my search

for endarkenment

Love thyself

Love thyself and you will enjoy

the tongue of understanding

As she seeks to suck out

All bad deeds

Taste me.

Lovely how your mind

tickles slowly mine

I find the divine amongst the stars

In awe at how

all my knowledge has been proven wrong

Still strong with persistence

that knocks at the door of mortality

with three bullets to claim its soul

I hold my entire whole with parts that scream

of me

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 11

Calling all

upside down voices

that shake and shiver

remorseless

Calling all

waves that bend light

All hey's that need fright

Calling all

Highs that love lows

All drunkards that stumble on the wine of life

Calling all

beautiful women

who only make up

their mind

Calling all

Wonderful souls who stand still in the rain

Watching pain

wash away

Calling all

Veins that remain unscathed

Calling all

love

Calling all fearless

Calling all

aborted children

who bleed with a death unbirthed

Calling all

fathers

Calling all

mothers

Calling all

Birthers of wonder

Calling all

shudders of pleasure

Calling all

feudal fists

that tremble with the feeling

of poverty

Calling all

lows that love lows because highs are on horizons

Calling all

Visions

All missions

that listen to more than

sounds uttered by human mutters

Calling all

Rainbow traces of sight

All

Souls that stink with the funk of decay

Calling all

People.

The Revolution needs you.

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 10

Her supple fingers

echo a come hither

as she walks through a closed door

And this is why I keep my love below

Collision hurts

My judgement at its best

And yet

I follow against

And so

I speak no fiction

As our friction makes fire

This flame speaks names

of goddesses unfulfilled

She loves

and leaves something

as she makes her way into me

Breast feeding infinity

with milk turned sour

by too many dames who played games

But in this minute

In this hour

We become time

Our sexualitys entwine

with mines on top

but her's still more higher

Lovely is her last name

How dare I think to befoul her with mine

And yet

As pilgrim fingers touch pure Africana

Her moan

tells me that she is willing

Her kiss tells me that I am not building this tower in vain

That perhaps one day

Her heavenly heart
I will claim...

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 9

I move my head

The world moves with my vision

And keeps moving when I stop

Back and forth

Until it settles

three seconds two late

a pendulum

Girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

Fire water

fuels my take off

This smoke brings clouds

to level of ground

And turns it into fog

And in this fog

I see shadows of other lost souls

It feels good

Now

For three seconds

As I turn my head

I'm not alone

Surrounded

by girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

please don't stop

I'm so happy

I could spin

I'm the shit

watch me put my face in the toilet

as I vomit away

my depression

seizing the reason for existence

and fucking it with the finger that doesn't give a fuck

When it comes

I swallow

And gargle

to spit this mouthwash

so when I leave this bathroom

again surrounded

by girlish giggles

and weezing coughs

i'll lose interest for anything real

Because reality is pain

So

of course

in an effort for pleasure

I drive myself insane

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 8

Lauren Pt. 1

Life was made for days like these

Amazed at our ease

Old man sees

smiling

he names us his hippies

Recognition that we were high

and free

but what he didn't understand or see

this boy fighting hard to be a man

this woman who sees his beauty

And I

am but a peasant

offered a king's ruby

lovingly fearful of what this offering could do to me

Sometimes I declare

Let us be his hippies!

Let us become the Earth's love child

if only for a while

Let's draw our fears into a smile

if only for a while

Let's devotedly gaze at this

most amorous painting of now

if only for a while

And though

my inadequacies might end

the beginning of

these stirrings of a love affair

Lauren

I will never forget

that perfectly beautiful day

Like the hint of a kiss

it still remains

deeply imprinted on the surface of my mind

Because

Life was made for days like these

Days with you and me

like this

like now

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 7

Suicide

Destined to become the Sisyphus of my generation

Push

Pull

Lift

Strain against these insecurities

Shortcomings naturally bestowed upon me

And for every day I feel I get closer

three months pass where

hope sets

leaving me in the night

where all lights are artificially

Cold.

And so

shivering with the frost of time on my mind

I rest

Weary of staring down my reflection

And fighting the world

Just so I can keep looking

I rest

And yet

This rest

is so very temporarily insignificant

Can I not even remember my sleep state?
Can I not enjoy those precious moments inside my mind?

Alas,

It seems this isn't to be so..

And I feel this enervation settling in

Becoming cozy amongst the muscles of my mental

Feelings pass like shadows through a fog

But I can't seem to shake

this overbearing underlying

sentiment of fatigue...

30 Days 30 Poemas:: Day 6

Love

Let's get lost in each other tonight

No worries

That's fear talking

Silence that savage beast

And let's explore

Learning more

about

our existence

through each other

with one another

let's find heights

and know lows

and classically grip

this massive balance

with each other's spirit

Let's find love

Tear down this wall

of what ifs

and embrace the beauty

of what is

Let's find

new mes

new yous

Let truth through

Because the truth is

I can get lost in all that is you

And I'm scared of how happy

that could make me

Because once you're gone

I'll be

half

empty

Let's embody spirituality

Create a new religion

just for two

Praying to each other

on knees

tasting truth

Let's kiss skies

and massage the earth

Birth a weightless spaceship

that's crawls through all

Slowly and certainly

never sure of future

but positively blessed

by the gift

of present

Let's present our presence

Till when we imagine our essence

we shake with a message

that's purer

than the darkest black

a mix

of mixtures

get fixed

on

pictures

of upside down birds

who flap in efforts to avoid crashing into the sky

Let's embrace that collision

listen to what others are terrified of missing

Let's evolve

Revolving

around the stupider aspects of this universe

then intellectually grasp our feelings

and tongue them down until they orgasm

squirting epiphanies into our awaiting mouths

and we shall taste

we shall swallow

we shall ingest

the directions

and allow the nutrients to become our skin

Let's mend and blend our minds

Let's become the makers and creators of our time

Floating like the note

on a rhyme

Let's blast through reality

Hug our insanity together

Let's make

Let's destroy

Let's fall

Let's rise

in

Passion.

My Love.

Let our thoughts match our actions

and

with that

we shall

immortalize

Compassion.