faceshooked

we are the catalyst converters
ego murderers
dying to self
then phoenix rebirthers,

earth holds us dear
the more our eyes become clear
saying yes to the bless
building friend ships out of fear -
recycling old lies into new lightning
keeps such ties igniting...
turning over becomes
(r)evolution grower

breathing deep
so the heart beats slower
meditative grace to hold it in place

*we are the amazing hue men
being chased by the love of stars
in universal states*

Open Sesame Seeds

Tendrils lasso nonlinear logistics
With Holy Ghost Logos
Along the ever-present penultimate.

Medusa tricks and lips on toes
Kissing the cloud ground
Upside down or rightside up
Inside out and all around.
Climbing the dancing rope,
Held taut by silent sound.

In vapors, puffed and past.
Living gift-tense,
On backward bringing beginning.
Time being nonsense,
Such intimate shifting
Makes the clock clap hands
And all numbers now for singing
This life a great expanse.

Cores Can Be Cures

Contact the context
to keep this body blessed
in chaos, conundrums,
heart drums, and the Great Guess.

Sometimes it's about being the mess,
refusing to resist the worst in order to find your best-
choosing to twist amidst what curse and what bless,
tension on tension smoothed out with yes*

Resolutionaries

eating the precarious leftovers of you
there in the mirror.
sussed out for thrush wings
and singing to bring it clearer.
a big fat sun prowls beyond the clouds
while this little beak breaks open the feeder.
even crumbs can hum along to spell,
a tiny seed the wisest teacher.

knew days approached

Riding the cyclone going home,
the earth a bed of fog and we so full of god
having burned down the clocktower
bathed in spark showers
unpeeled through the year
in discovery of our powers.

On the approach of morning light
the grackles grounded flight
conquers the crossroads with
a blanket of little shadows.
Possum in the middle
with my foot upon the pedal.
This world a constant riddle
in which we test our mettle.