UTOPIA

a dreamscape to manifest the physical

Category: Poetry

Rape Song

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Cliff Diving

I was inspired by you when

you said you were spiritual

I admire that in you

I can taste the residual

I haven’t been able to

hold onto that trait

since my brother died

and then I was raped

Everyone said he was watching over me

But I gave up on that because he’d never let that to happen to me

12 years later and I missed my pagan dreaming

Flirting with spirits and concepts of destiny

Metaphysics, Superstrings, Manifestation

A big breathing heart no fears or damnation

You seemed so brave just owning it outright

No hangups or burdens just perceived love and light

In this knowing you embodied comfort and peace

Calm and tender, a sweet masterpiece

You were doting on me so much I was crushing

Went on a limb with a text that ended up pushing you

Over some ledge, my intentions misread

Intentions of connection, of minds intertwined

Like our bodies in bed, yours overlapping mine

And like that you were gone as I fell from the cliff

From smitten kitten to unanchored, adrift

A violent wave, an outcry of pain

Renewing a past I can’t relive again

My attempts at peace discarded and shamed

You seem to have already forgotten my name

Little you know of my empathic soul

How I’d howl with you until you were comfortable

But you hide in your den and abandon me cold

Until I have no choice but letting you go

Hidden Indigo

 

My eyes will tell you that I’m indigo
but you’ll  never know
because the Kino Flo
will make it so
it doesn’t show
that my teeth are crooked

Surrender

Each time I surrender

The energy field cracks

You can’t contain the memory

The exchange is forgotten

Just dust

You have the magic wand

I am am dreaming one

Mixing from scratch

Wishes and hope

Relentless

Endless

Cycles

Ace of Cups

If you poured yourself in a cup
I would drink you up like
A smooth sumatra blend
Like exotic Hawaiian Kona that
I’d have to refill
again and again and again

If you poured yourself in a cup
Some cool tall smoothie
I would suck you, swallow you
The straw discarded
So to smother my lips
With your juice and berries
So to drench my tongue
With everything that you are
Every molecule of you
I could ingest
My stomach rumbling
Digesting some and wanting more
While you move through me
Intimately
Slowly
So so beautifully

If you pured yourself
Didn’t let fear interfere
I’d be here
Drinking you
Gulping you
Thinking you
Giving you
Me
In a glass full of this
Succulent ass

We are already
Liquid
Fluid
The perfect swirl
Of soft hardness
Of dirty purity
Of atoms in the eve
Charged ecstatic electrons

We are past life reunited
Long missing then
Found and bound like wrists tied tight
Might I sight last night
For your reference, dearest
When we breathed each other
Exploded into a billion pieces
Floated into a million universes
Loaded countless lifetimes into our cells
And came home finally
To our arms
Interwoven and locked like
I will never let you die again
Without me

There is a cup on the counter
Drink me, love
Swallow me whole

Valetudinarian

I think of you every time I see 

A Hepatitis C commercial

It’s not because you have it

It’s because you think you have it

Every time you’re overtired 

You’re really adorable 

For a hypochondriac though

You giggle and you know 

You’re being ridiculous

At least you seem to know

After you’ve become rested

My mother’s hypochondria isn’t cute 

Especially when she lied about 

Having a brain tumor 

Because she was mad at me 

I don’t know why she was mad

Maybe because I “made her fat” 

When she was pregnant with me

She told me that once

It was hard to forget 

She forgot about her brain tumor though

When I checked in about it

A few months later

A concerned daughter

And she got mad at me again

For making up lies

And intentionally hurting her

Even though I have her tumor in a text

The commercial is over now

I’m not ever going to have kids 

I don’t want to get fat 

Like The Breathing Tao

And when you prove to my
Intimidated intimacy
That it can be revealed
Unbutton
Unwrap
Unravel
So skin to skin
And press
Just holding

Non-Profit Prophet

I am a non-profit prophet because I sort-of get it

I’m no sage

… but …

I do know that life is meaningless if

You’re obsessed with matching sets of silverware

Cultivating your nails and hair

And never spend time with your SOUL

I wonder how many people know about the lunar eclipse tonight

The clouds try to keep it out of sight but

I see through them

I zoom into them and float in the memory of the former me

The Sun & Moon become one and my ego becomes undone

I AM the starlight

The flame ignited

The right versus wrong

I am strong now

I remember my first Pow-Wow a few hundred years ago

Under the glow of this very moon

Except it was noon and as soon as the ceremony was over

I bent and saw a clover which breathed me in and released me as Oxygen

I went into the lungs of ALL men and women and for a moment

The world inhaled in unison

There was a Hushhhhhh

On the Planet

When they exhaled

It was this very moment

With the Lunar Eclipse

Kisses on the lips of lovers

Darkness under covers

A hummingbird hovers honeysuckle and time buckles, unnoticed

As a crest crashes in the sea

The former me joins the presiding we and we are the Essence

The past becoming the present becoming the future

While I try to nurture Collective Memory and

Soothe the wounds of denial

Filter through the forgotten file looking for the wings of man

The “I can” attitude, the cure for rude behavior

The savior within the self

I thought I saw forgiveness on this shelf but it seems to be missing

Where did all this greed come from?

When I was young I often spoke of speaking to the sun

I said that’s where my ideas came from

So my Aunt Dot said to me “you must’ve been born here 9 times already”

It flew over my head or

I took it for granted and then

Forgot it for a while until I saw it in her smile right before she left this planet

So while I’m still here I’ll try to outsmart fear

I will not fear being different if it makes me Grow

I encourage you to do the same

Take aim to remain within the realm of intense Adoration

Of every good willed motivation

Of the lasting vibration of eternal breath and the loving of YOU

You are WE, all woven together in the superstring

Which is why you feel me when I sing and

The song crosses oceans and causes motion which makes someone, somewhere,

Hum, or drum, or

Thumb through the pages of

The Forgotten File

And AWAKEN

Rain

The rain is liquid passion
All falling without question
Dripping only to its destiny it oozes in cracks
And smears its way through stones
Following the path created for or by it
It doesn’t ask
It doesn’t know
It only flows

Let Your Soul Breathe {revised}

When I try to analyze the lives of those around me

I see a strong, independent, community

When I look out to my Nation

I see much more frustration & miscommunication

I see stagnation and a lack of cooperation

The Sacrifice of Will for an insatiable dollar bill

Is there a lesson?

Yes.

This problem in society

This prim attitude of living for the proverbial me

Will sink skin deep and goad into a more painful inevitability

Or, so it often seems, though my dreams predict a better aftermath

Still an aftermath, indeed

I live for the dream and what it’s worth

I live for Mother Earth

To bring back the balance

So I dance to real music and beats

Not the mainstream daydream that churns money for thieves

People! Wake Up!

Release your crutches from your clutches!

Not much can be done when you’ve gone from suckin’ your thumb

To suckin’ on some Hennessey

Seek clarity!

You don’t impress me ‘cause you’re blingin’

I want someone who’s bringing Consciousness

Divinity

Something to Inspire me

A gas guzzling SUV doesn’t make you tougher or smarter when you

Barter your soul every time you roll out your driveway

Picket fences do not make everything ok!

That Soda in your hand is swelling your glands

Not to mention hypertension and diabetes running rampant in this land

And skin plagued with cancer for the vanity of tan

Darker skin desired yet racism hasn’t retired

Our disease is a fast food invention and one of convenience

Eat a veggie

Ride a bike

You might like yourself better if you could see clearly

But with the side effects of prescription drugs, fast food, & money

Our mental health as a nation got dropped at the last station stop

Stop! Put the burger down!

My community is strong but it won’t be long until McDonald’s marches over

Walmarts and Range Rovers maneuver their way in and we’ll be running again

WE of nomadic notion, born of Ocean and Earth, continual rebirth

While vultures of material thieve for a serial number

And mass produced goods, living according to shoulds:

Gotta be a lawyer, make that cheddar, so everything will be better

Create your Fate with no debate about the gate to happiness

It is not found in Gucci or Guess

And Stress is a by-product of poor decision

Malnutrition

And living by someone else’s standards

Let Your Soul Breathe