A Poem for My FutureLove

I know not who
you are,
I only know I
have not met
you
only dreamed of you
a thousand times
perhaps a thousand thousand
each time awakening with the longing
of those
dreams
suspended
in flight
like swans caught motionless
in air

In each dream
I see you
dark-haired
in the
light room
your long hair cascades silently
slowly over
your soft
shoulders

You turn to meet
my gaze
like looking into an eternal
mirror
the back
and forth reflection
when two mirrors face
eachother
endless

Know this
my love
my dearest one
I have dreamed
of you
acrosstime
acrossspace
perhaps even
before you were
born
and always
this familiar feeling wells up
within me
like that
choked up and lost
feeling at the end
of a tragic
romance
in the theater of the mind

One day
you will know you
only you
are the one
who holds my heart like Prometheus
held the torch
carrying it bright and burning
into the heart of the
people
giving it
away
like it was
nothing

You will know this
by my eyes
the way
they gaze at you
endlessly
stretching on
to infinite
tomorrows

You will know this
my future love
by these words
gently whispered into
your sleeping ears:

I am yours
I was yours
before you ever knew it
and I will remain yours even after you
have forgotten
it
there is no way
to break
our circle
even reincarnation
will bring us together again and
again
and forever
more
no amount of more
will ever fullyfill
this universe
of mylove
for yourlove
which now becomes
as I set these words
to ink
as I will oneday
caress these words
in flesh
into your skin
as I
will
one
day
whisper
these
words
sleeping
into
your
ear

Awaken
my love
from that futuredream
I am here
waiting
to whisper
these
words into
your conscious mind
these are
my only
vows
to love you
across all space
and
time
please
do not
forget

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Misandrist

Sometimes she seems
every other woman I meet
she carries it
like Atlas
The Chip
it digs
into her
shoulders
her back’s bent from the weight

She’s hiding it in her
left hand
behind her back
keeps
sharpened
prepared to
wedge between ribs
thrust under shoulder blades
plunge straight to heart
when he least
expects

She’s claiming
she doesn’t even posses
this terrible
athame
this bright
flame
this forever
hunger for vengeance
this deepening
sea of rage

She fools
most
with her hiding
her denials
her love songs
her stories about ones
she reluctantly gave herself to
they don’t see
she never gave
anything
they’re all
lies

The Blade always
revealed in end
after The Costume ball
her glass slipper
returned
she’s in tattered clothes again
mopping floors
with a weak torn rag on her knees
for her wicked stepsisters

If she wants
to rid herself
of that evil thorn
(and she doesn’t)
she’s going to
have to dig deep into herself
this splinter has worked
its way to the bone
she must rend the flesh
to get at it
this won’t be pretty
(and she thinks
she must remain pretty
at all times)
she’ll need to take off
that mask
expose her true face
reveal her wickedness and nakedness
open The Wound
and let in

That which she fears
most

A man

Not one of those
babymen
she usually seduces
a man bubbling
with testosterone
with love of women and rigor
honor
truth
commitment to stay his course
hold her tight
unflinchingly
as she
roots the soil of her heart
for the dis
ease
and it won’t
be easy

She’s not
ready
nobody is or ever wants to be it’s not
the sort of thing one
desires
welcomes
seeks out

Not until the longing
lack
hunger for
what’s right
boil over

Flood her eyes
with the tears
of knowing
what a bitch
she can be

As his are

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Full Spectum

In the temple of her skin
even beams of light bend
shadows darken as
brightness bursts

Some say the true path
moves only forward
some say it moves back
again
but there is no beginning or ending to our
circle
it has happened be
fore and will a
gain

In the cathedral of her hair
thunder of her perfumed
scent
rumbles within silence
and memories
revived
inspire
sweet agonies

Why
always this double-blade
an indivisible spectrum of light?
Where is my prism?

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Five Idiom Cut-up Haiku

He’s easy pickings
He’s a fish out of water
His number is up

A thing of the past
batting for the other side
Too funny for words

I spoke too soon, thought
she was a babe in the woods
wham bam thank you ma’am

I’ll tear your heart out
she’ll be caught in the crossfire
over my dead body

Cheats never prosper
from time immemorial
all over the earth


These haiku were written using the following cut-up technique:

  1. Open the Free Dictionary’s Idiom Home Page.
  2. Look at the page under the heading, “Try it out (random idioms):”
  3. Select three idioms; two of five syllables in length and one of seven syllables, and arrange as desired.
  4. Reload the page and repeat as many times as desired.
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Puja Poem

When I arrive
at her station
she’s all eyes and smiles
eye could fall
deeply
into those eyes
before
the command
even comes

“Tell this woman
what you thought that you need
for your heart to open
even
more
fully
at the last station
I know it may seem
that the woman
in front of you has
changed
but
this is
illusion”

I have nothing
to request
my heart
already a split pomegranate
rich red seeds
everywhere
staining
everything
eye am
already hers
surrendered

I tell her this
she smiles
with eyes and lips
says “oh thank god”
laughs
a laugh that will
much later re-mind me
of a long-lost friend
cause me to track
her down
email her

I tell
my wide-eyed puja partner
I wish
I had
something to request
but
her smiling eyes
more than
enough
more than
I’d expected
or hoped for
upon entering this circle

This energy
feels like sparkplug
ignition fuel spreads in
a plume
throughout me
a cloud of
flame roils out
like a giant mushroom
unfurling its cap
to the moon
she just looks
a witness

Eye would dig
into deep dank soil
in darkness
hunting for more of
these sparks
if eye knew they lay
hidden
beneath

Something
reminiscent
re-awakens
rewinds repeats rewinds
between heart and mind
beneath dreams
above daydreams
in the clouds
or stars
within me

This must be what being born
was like

And then
staggering
brightness

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Sun-Day Poem for the Yogini

Sunday Laurel Canyon Farmer’s Market
I stopped
to listen to you
talk about
free yoga
a nearby studio
and parted
with a compliment
“you’re very beautiful,” which,
on parting,
seemed wholly inadequate
thus this poem.

Energy
streams off you
in waves of orange
rippling
electric.

Your smile
radiant
as the sun
my skin
warms to its touch.

Your freckles
a million
sun kisses
strewn about your body
like spring
wildflowers
in a vast meadow

Your body
fresh
alive and moving
as if
to begin a dance
you are connected
to all of it
touching
all of it
feeling
all of everything
like heartburst
quenched thirst.

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I AM a Verb (Activating Mantra)

I AM Activating.
I AM Thinking.
I AM Feeling.
I AM Considering.
I AM Writing mantras.
I AM Moving.
I AM Interacting.

I AM Resonating with the vibration of utopian vision.
I AM Expanding.
I AM Radiating.
I AM Processing six senses in unison.
I AM Computing and Calculating.
I AM Imagining.
I AM Seeing.
I AM Creating the present from the future.

I AM Empathizing.
I AM Harmonizing.
I AM Playing.
I AM Integrating and Releasing.
I AM Dancing with other Dancings.

I AM Mimicking the power and presence of my mentors while
I AM Improvising over their melodies and simultaneously
I AM Synergizing with the profane and divine.

I AM Opening and Closing.
I AM Twisting and Turning.
I AM Stopping and Starting; Beginning and Ending.
I AM Hovering in the maybe between.

I AM Breathing.
I AM Sweating.
I AM Digesting.
I AM Beating out the rhythm of life in my heart.
I AM Communicating.
I AM Speaking.
I AM Transforming and Flowering.
I AM Activating the eight circuit brain.
I AM Dreaming.
I AM Intuiting.
I AM Falling and Floating.
I AM Exercising my consciousness.
I AM Looking within.
I AM Finding.
I AM constantly Growing and Evolving.

I AM Electrifying by Alternating, Varying, Directing and Pulsating.

I AM Seeking.
I AM Discovering.
I AM Diving in and
I AM Spiraling toward the calm at the center of the storm.
I AM Arcing between positive and negative polarities.
I AM Transcending.
I AM Healing.
I AM Viewing those closest to me as if for the first time.
I AM Purifying.
I AM Meandering.
I AM Flowing.

I AM Thirsting and then Drinking.
I AM Hungering and then Eating.
I AM Desiring and then Fucking.
I AM Questioning and then Altering my consciousness.

I AM Co-inciding.
I AM Inspiring and Conspiring.
I AM Choosing and thereby Exercising my free will.
I AM Wondering.
I AM Exploring the depths of my shadow.
I AM Learning and Teaching.
I AM Waking and Dreaming.
I AM Enchanting.
I AM Bridging the gap.

I AM Giving and Receiving.
I AM Minding my own business.
I AM Taking responsibility by Butting In on your Damaging.
I AM Questioning.
I AM Answering.
I AM Translating.

I AM Synchronizing and Energizing.
I AM Reflecting your essence like a mirror.
I AM Crystallizing.
I AM Affirming.
I AM Thanking.

I AM Sounding with the tone of creation.

I AM Enduring.
I AM Liberating.
I AM Perfecting.
I AM Realizing.
I AM Forming and Dissolving.
I AM Symbolizing.
I AM Relating.
I AM Projecting.

I AM Appreciating and Acknowledging all those who have helped me.
I AM Inviting and Requesting the support of all those who are Coming around the next corner.
I AM Experiencing Being everything and nothing.

I AM Interacting Feeling Processing.
I AM Interacting Feeling Processing.
I AM Interacting Feeling Processing.


“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe.” ~ R. Buckminster Fuller

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Night

cool wet
shimmering
air
fingertips trace
arcs slither smoke
blossoming moon
crystal crown
jets howl
runways freeways
hissing pavement
spider defies
gravity
possum skips fenceposts
breeze blows
momentary
silence

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