clear blue stuff

Your eyes an ocean spray;
Clear blue fun. Imposing
and foaming
Sands hotter than hell
My hands, water. A burst of
salt on my skin.
A shell, convoluted
highly complex, intricate
Occasionally devious.
Warm devilry, and slivery drift wood.

The crowing clear blue of your eyes
is a commendation, I've made you happy
I've made you smile.
It's the first time in short, little
while that I turned your head,
your eyes lit up.
Like I did something right and so is
the world for a moment.
My hands are dripping wet
with sea water.
And you're a fool, with me, again.
Somehow I brought you back to me awhile.
I can see a clear blue green road
for miles

I just want to be of help.
I want to be of help to you.
To anyone who might use me,
the way that you used to
I just want to be the ocean
I want to be the clear blue
Bean green pouring over me
I liquefy inside your eyes
and become the freakish sea. 

simple haiku

Might write a simple

pretty Haiku, then again

Maybe I might not. 

Morphine, peaches and honey

Morphine, it's peaches and honey
I feel as heavy as the setting sun
And my heart, deformed by the left lung
Strung up on a little piece of twine
I associate a piece of latchstring
With the opening of my mind

And I like to let my money amass,
spend my time in the orchard grass
Look at how the time can pass
Keeping quiet like a little newt
Quick and firm, so resolute
When it rains I'm in the yard
But when I die I'm brown and hard

And I'm always changing
And this life, I'm rearranging
I'll go back to my home-waters to die
Like a little red sockeye

It's peaches, honey, everything I can smell
Some people take morphine until they die
I took it in one Hell of a way
And for today, I bid this world goodbye  

the citadel

Your mouth is a citadel
A place where I reside.
Your crooked teeth a serrated sky-line
with me safe inside,
a place that we could go for shelter
in Battletime.
Throw your guns up.

Your tongue… a colossus, a pillar
that the moon sets beneath. To the West.
And rises underneath, where its motion is toward;
Always to the East, 12 to 13 degrees
on the sky’s dome.

I see Styrofoam. Tides.
And my eyes, deep-set as they are,
shine.
A sublingual
jail, surrounded by sea water; into the gulf.
Into the mouth of the whale–
My soul left me and it cried out!
Into the pits of Hell when I died.
And my soul escaped.

In the Old Testament, Hell is a place
where men go to die. Their emotions
Foul, offensive. Arousing.
Aversion or disgust.

Your lips are syrupy and unfermented, a confection
something slowly gratifying.
The stronghold.

Inspiration anew

You have one foot in the water
And one foot on the land, today.
Kneeling by a small blue pool
that looks full, of sapphires,
in the sun.
Jewels that can’t be out-done, by any one
lone sapphire
wrapped in any silver wire.
Flashy labradorite can’t go up against
its shine,
nor any sparkling yellow goldmine.
The water here is crystalline so as to
transmit light; an energizing sight
to behold. Something likened to the metal,
in brightness, preciousness, superiority,
Gold.
It is a very positive omen
with the upright Star.

A silver jug in each arm,
Your right hand
pouring liquid in the water.
Such lush land is your daughter.
Something so green signifies it’s working,
nourishing the cycle of fertility.
I see that you have been looking for a little
piece of tranquility
Well, now is the time.
This day will have you reacting
like an enzyme.

With the container in your left hand,
pouring liquid on the land, in five rivulets.
Signifying the senses,
the best of which is touch, though I warn you,
Never clutch, to something you can’t
Eventually hold.
Today brings clarity,
and the scent of marigolds.
You are entering a peaceful and loving
phase in your life,
You will understand better yourself
and those around you.
You will find a sense of contentment,
and inspiration anew.

Magnesium and poppies

I’m a lynx cub, organic and bobtailed.
You are meant to be inhaled, like the vapos.
Full of heavy metals, you are dangerous.
You are arsenic and chromium.
A brittle star on opium.

A paroxysm of the cosmos, an explosion
Inside you are little bits of glitter, swirling around.
The nova comes down.
I count the limes and pinks within its hues.
You are Jackson Pollock when he spews. 
My thing for the seas is chronic.
The ones I’m talking about are pythonic.
Inconceivably vast. Energizing us like chloroplast,
Eating whole galaxies.
The hollow lumen of a needle empties..
Your veins fill up with saline. 
These oceans, they are vast and clean.

Lithium and tourmaline, I am shiny and
Tumbled, clear blue-green.
Find me sitting on the shoreline,
in solitude and crystalline.
A smiling specimen.. homemade wine,
a jar of clear fahr-water,
Cold Kentucky moonshine.
I am the
mountain’s daughter,
genuine and borderline.

I hope you’re well, and not too jittery.
I hope like Hell you don’t hate me.
When it makes you think of us,
you’ll sit beneath a tree. Rattling.
I’ll be Nina, I shall be your little girl for fun.
You’re a piece of agate, full of swirls, translucent
in the sun.

Magnesium and poppies, we are flowers and metal.
Silver leaves and red petals. 

Everlong

Where am I
But standing right here
Armed with capital letters
Wishing I had a beer
Or two
Or three

Nightmares last night still haven’t
left me
As I was the rain
And hum every note to Everlong
in my brain
Along with the phone

My only source of music
My only combative essence
Cause my hands
Can not kill such pain I feel

In my heart
A beat is steady
My eyes reel
I roll them to relax
And roll cigarettes to smile
Green and purple
Lucky to a Tauren
Like me

And I wonder when I
sing along with you
If anything could ever be
this real for real
Just don’t stop when I
say when
And that’s the only thing I’ll ever ask of you