Poetry old and new

You Can't Do This Alone (1/21/09)

You can’t do this alone. You can’t do this alone. You can’t be here and do this alone.

I am free as a bird, but who said birds were ever free? They are trapped within the confines of bodily ability. God made them that way.

You can’t do this alone, because I want to be with you.

I don’t only want to be with you, I want to be part of you… your other half, your other whole, the flour to your bread.

Om penetrates us as the cocks fight for flesh and blood.
Om penetrates us as the bullets of Sarajevo massacred the sky.
Om penetrates us like the dawning of motherhood.
Om penetrates us as we wake up,
As we sit with our eyes open
As we listen with our ears uncovered
With our skin unclothed
Our hearts unshielded,
Om penetrates us.

Just as love penetrates us, relentlessly. With no particularly appointed victim, is hunts and ambushes with such force, the blood from our veins flows into the open streets for everyone to see our very own special shade of crimson.

You can’t do this alone. Love is a two way street, you need a good set of blinkers and a loud horn to avoid a crash. A loud horn to call out to one another. You know that love is not silent; so I need to hear your voice.



untitled (summer '08) -from my travel journal

Dream dream day and night.
Hypnosis is exhausting
It leaks and itches into the most sensitive nerves of you heart.
It opens the world of unaccountable sentiments

I’m looking for something real,
But being under the deep sleep of waiting,
time is creating
wonderful illusions.