True-green and everlasting dawn
rooted to your eyes,
at glance, mirror old growth
and new seeds triumphant!
True green and everlasting
delight in our eyes
reflects immense passion
entangled and entwined
with rouge sunset
and sapphire ocean.
In our eyes everlasting
what secrets and emotions
have we unlocked
to ignite wild commons
and forge new paths into existence!
What worlds have we created
in ourselves immense
with but one look.

Here, coming through,
Rolling cycles, coming through,
Ages henceforth, eras forth,
The reasoning of ages
Conceptualized,
Transformed,
Untangle
Into a future
Presently
Bursting forth
From within you.

Sobre
El
Bosque
De tu piel
Me fui
Y me perdi.

Beautiful sound--
Movement--
The beautiful battle
As meaning slips from consciousness--
The beautiful images--
Delightful saviors in a city of sounds
Slipping away....
Beautiful body I hold onto--
Slipping away--
Take your liberty
And raise yourself--
Freedom at times slips away....
Beautiful moments--Voices--
Falling gracefully
From high branches--
Grey shadows--
You also sound
A beautiful singing
To me--
Deep child--
From the sky--
Drop down gracefully--
Beyond the mess of consciousness--
And sing your beautiful songs--
While slipping away....

--Buds Budding
At The Bottom
Of The Heart
Where There Is
No Terrain--

Nos tentamos.

El fuego!

Fuego dulce
Que quema!

Mis manos
Son poros,
Bocas.
Mis dedos,
Lenguas.
Tu piel
Es azucar.

Te tiento
Y te derites
En mis
Manos.

Fuego!

El fuego
De nosotros
Caramelisa
Nuestra piel
Hasta que
Te deritas
Cafe en
Mis dos bocas
Y diez lenguas.
Que rica!

Fuego!

Que dulce
Es tu fuego!

I knew this girl once who went away to happiness.
She said she'd never return unless I wasn't here.
So I removed myself.
We met years after under new circumstances.
Neither of us had returned.

Every twenty-nine and a half nights I get lost--
there is something bestial about it.
Without realization I deviate and roam the streets;
anxiety, fear, quintessence strike
and creatures meet and howl and sing
at sirens and opulent orbs
in a frenzy of emotions
that spiral into miniature vortices
we enter……..
Every twenty ninth and a half days,
without realization,
the cycle has already begun.

Between smooth curvature, warm skin
and blaring currents in low, low decibels;
below your navel,
above your breast,
between my eyesight and belief,
fragrance and consummation,
withdrawing and revealing;
between spindles of curly black hair
or vine ripened fingers touching warm,
warm skin the texture of melting wax,
another world emerges.
How could such a thing be possible?
How could nature accumulate such material out of minerals and plants
so delectably?
When I put my nose up to your face, my lips onto your back,
I am pulled apart thought by thought
until I’m outside, looking at myself swimming in a puddle
of blissful condensation.

Between smooth curvature and the slow, slow beating of your heart
another world is possible.

Many boys lost her many times
And always tried to come back
But she believed in moving on
And on and on she moved with severed hearts as phantom limbs
shackled to an uncertainty she swore never to repeat.

Many boys lost
Many boys gained
Many chains binding
and dangling as chimes harmonizing her heart
and tangling her wisdom and choice in the darkness of
glittery, glittery love.

So much lost with so much gained.
Lost, lost kisses blown to the wind
Only later to begin again and again and again.

Often sung of pure delight
The teeming brain so seeming
Deems it has perceived true sights.

But tell me, if so simple joy could be
Then why such misery?
Why such pains and troubles hung
Around the neck of Psyche swung?
Is it they illusion be?
Opposites yet complimentary?
Are we forever swayed between a pendulum?
Or can we overcome?