Friday, July 31, 2009

Lovers ricochet thru the cold liquid nights
until flames dim with dawn light
all hearts are open and wait to be filled
I see it like sunshine on snow

residue of shucks and soul fragments sparkling
bring colour to the tips
light the edge
illuminate love in dessert dark

called for him so i may anchor in his name and
rest beneath his chin
freedom is in Love
the beat of life beneath my ear

but you cant always count on time
So forever with Love
encompas to find your way

roaming serpentine routes chasing fruits
down inner city lines after mystery and magic
hunting down ghosts or hoping to give life to new fantasy

sole steps away from soul away from hole when there is no freedom or
Love keep the door cracked to let the sun light into the room and
keep faith even if blind
write your name in the dark

to have visions that shoot blind from heart and
spark silent mushroom bomb explosions of dreams
that shoot comet tails leaving you filled and
making Ouroboros in the sky
to allow it to rise free to enter or to go to

Love and let love
the copulating rhythm of life is to
Love free at all cost...

Thursday, July 23, 2009

working is a true
labour loss of humanity
will occur unless you
love what you do...

freedom is in love
love conquers
time and frees
us all

in everyway

freedom of
souls to
love and
let love

free at
all cost

Friday, July 10, 2009

Brown sugar soul dissipates
spirits at the bottom of every glass
along the bar

salty residue of shucks and soul
watch fragments sparkle and
face eliminate over
thin quivering flames -

let all the candles burn down with cigarettes...

breathing powder
talk louder
always enough is
never more

until the flames dim with dawn light
all hours and glasses emptied
all's left is husk moons for faces
pallid retreat
to their bed havens - sheets for safety from
mindful shrills and the nights deluded thrills.

where freedom from
and freedom be
in self

spaces between connecting the dots
across the lines of the minds fields
of the world.

time jumps like a broken typewriter but
thoughts stay lucid and seeping and stuck in
the same time - clogged.

Loneliness roams across the continent like foghorns
over still oily waters
beautiful silent explosions of dreams
mushrooms bombs and fireworks
shatters in dessert dark

bring colour and feeling to the tips
light the edge

Write your name in the dark...