convex watch glass

imprint the vision and keep searching
each ear open in hopes of hearing something
this great barrier reef in-between
bending the light stretching to this shipwrecked dream
listening to the connecting cable with anticipation
twisting together the copper wires exposed and fraying
shaving off the layers of discolored oxidation
awaiting some form of recognizable communication
Morse code or audible words
cyphered messages or just thoughts unencrypted
letters strung to form a sentence
equal far too much for those who possess no interest
tragedy eventually leads to search parties roaming and combing streets
concerned at the static unbroken for weeks
and knowing the abyssal depths that stretch so deep
knowing the feeling of lack of oxygen
knowing the weight of respiratory depression
knowing the needle sting and rush of adrenaline
knowing the hallucinatory dreams from lack of sleep
knowing the grave that lays so deep
knowing the ocean that plays for keeps
knowing the waves that have no memory
the whale swallowed jonah and it shall me
if i ever drift again too far out to sea

death leaves no unsightly scars
brushed by its touch more than once
each encounter counted but not enough
under cloudy stretched parafilm
under convexly curved watch glass
the moments settle and precipitate
sitting agitation free the memories crystalize in me
but still they're safely out of reach from desire prying
to piece and place the puzzle pieces back again
to pace about and pull hair, teeth and limb
to toss and turn, stir and endure sleep deprivation
to exhaust and explore the host of possible options

while the current carries closure closer
the moons draws the water higher
and floating on top the funeral pyre
the fire stoked by only one desire
drifts endlessly in the sea drawn almost magnetically
the wreckage sunk and fell deep
quenching every last light flickering
and on this land that grips your feet
theres no more reason not to leave

conjuring

her face stains the paint
the shadow and light manipulate
create a convincing forgery
imprinted on almost everything
a copy of a copy doesn't hold weight
underneath the slightest scrutiny
its night time and i'm conjuring again
waiting and waiting for the apparition
inside the circle there's only silence
in between sleep there are whispers

poison vs. the cure

geese identify their only mother
by sighting the first fleeing figure
an imprint made in a time-sensitive period
the young have already started learning
to follow the one that is leaving
to fall in line and start marching
to follow that instinct that's guiding

posion verse the cure
the meaning is obscured somewhere
deep in some crowded amazon river basin
the meaning to the posion remains to be seen
lurking in the life in the trees
but sprouting underneath the canopy
resting now at my weary feet
the cure flowers right in front of me
the blooming sun makes me weak
on my knees i fall and weep
the roots of history go too deep

show me under this lovely canopy
posion and cure are the same to me
one or the other will make one falter
each of which can take a father
each of which can bring death closer
each of which can poach a lover
each of which can turn your brother
each of which divides one another

and oceans away we daydream of a day
when the payment to payment plans fade away
when the medication and treatment
comes to be in a more natural way
surround me with the diversity
of mother natures flowers, plants and trees
let me dig deep and in doing so isolate the reason
let me discover the potential that lays hidden
let the cure created be not poison
let there be more of a distinction
give us hope and give us reason
give us purpose and what's missing
this earth holds what we're all needing
this mother gives to us each season

and somewhere obscured is the reason
deep in some crowded amazon river basin
the archeologists will keep digging
and we will all keep searching
for the cure or the posion
praying we will know the difference
when the time comes to choose the treatment

stand-off in the park

i buried my last three possessions
waiting and expecting violence
to find me lying under a canopy of park trees
sometime between three and ten am
materializing out of thin air
i saw her and the devil standing there
whie the insects swam and ran through my hair
sitting and staring in lotus position
i contemplated everything and nothing
the lions are charging and the vultures are circling
theres a standoff occuring but no one is watching
the temptation, the pain and the metamorphosing
the silence the screams and the hallucinations
the visions that came the memories remain
the scars that are raised still till this very day
the obstinate love that just wont go away
the pendulum swings on perpetually
each stroke of which puts you further from me
the beacon is dim the winding paths in the din
the chord has been severed you cant reel me in
oh where to begin after such devastation

Migration to the end

all the water held by the moon
all the blood let from my wounds
the thorns in deep, won't be removed
nature too is out of tune
the sixth extinction is coming soon
what's this paltry race of ours to do?

the birds don't seem to be migrating
i've noticed they've stopped flying
like they know there's no escaping
no amount of distance put between them and
this most depressing season
what's the point in leaving and returning
when we all know the end is coming

and everyone keeps hoping
and everyone keeps looking
everyone's eyes are open
waiting for the supernatural to step in
waiting for the paranormal to happen
waiting for some divine intervention
praying someone up there's watching and waiting
praying someone up there has a solution
praying someone up there knows what to do
but this era too will go by unoticed
all this will be changed and cleansed again
without the earth or universe stopping to blink
and we won't stop for a moment to think
that we are all ushering the ending in
closed minds
open arms
hand in hand
welcoming armageddon

the hopi and me

let the memories and colours drip
let the body sit still
take every little nuance in
this chemistry that surrounds me
continues to be
so very fascinating and lovely
i sat with the hopi in a dark teepee
the natives took me, showed me pilates
as the seven sisters danced above me
we began measuring the rotation of the one axis
by watching each star slowly drift
by and by watching time fly through the night sky
the decades to come and the ones gone by
all exist as one straight line
and with oven baked mud bowls
we each took in the offering
filled to the brim with this bitter and earthy spirit
each of us becoming something that was slightly different
each one knocking on the doors of perception
what it feels like is a new begining
and as we started singing and chanting
mother nature seemed to chorus in
coyotes echoed their calls off canyon walls
the birds each one big or small
offered a song for one and all
and even the snakes thats crawled
not one was a stranger, not one at all

dreams of cobblestone

do you remember the time
i confessed to you
a dream of mine
when the day was new

i was choking, convulsing
on plumes of smoke
twisiting on the cobblestone
losing all hope

bridges were burning
all across town
turning to ash
crumbling down

i awoke in a sweat
a panic
still feeling the heat touching my chest
and all you said was

darling its all in your head
your head

but i couldnt shake the feeling
these dreams had more meaning
so i went to an office
with degrees on the wall

with hopes of obtaining
some clarification
but no it did nothing
the dreams reoccuring

and you kept reassuring
darling its only
in your head
darling its in your head
your head

and the pills that i take
to shut off my brain
dont do anything
to take the nightmares away

and after night after night i find
it wears on my mind
and im sick of panic
and bearing witness

and your reassurnace
it only does so much
and by now i think
that you've given up

and it may be just my head
but i cant help it
and it may just be my head
but i still cant bare it
and it may be just my head
but i dont wanna witness this