Category Archives: Poetry

Star Drop

Star drop, take a ride,
On the plane where spirits glide,
See myself become aware.
Stars burn in a fire,
The universe is a funeral pyre,
Feel myself become aware.

Star drop, glowing still,
Body rushing with the thrill,
Maybe someday I will turn.
Skies are opened wide,
With the changing in my eye,
Feel like I am in a turn.

Star drop, evening’s fire,
I’m awake, I am not tired,
Tuned in and ready to go.
Light flash in the sky,
The thunder rings a lullaby,
Tuned in and ready to know.

Star drop, breaking through,
The darkened sky to come to you,
Wake up and open my eyes.
Daybreak, dawn at last,
The future no more than the past,
Wake up and open my eyes.

Tastes Like Heaven

The waves crash and crash and crash,
Upon my lips, and your sweet brine,
It tastes like heaven, tastes divine,
Oh my.

I’ll travel across every peak and valley,
And trace a map with my fingers.
Find the X and find the treasure,
And maybe for a while linger.
While I dig deeper and deeper,
The dream of every pirate king,
I don’t need gold, I don’t need diamonds,
I’m already drowning in everything.

The waves crash and crash and crash,
Upon my lips, and your sweet brine,
It tastes like heaven, tastes divine,
Oh my.

Just as long as we’re together,
We will never need protection,
Well our love is our shield,
And death is just rejection.
But we’ll never, never die,
I’ll climb on you, you climb on me.
And we will scale the mountain high.
And climb further than we believe,

Out past the stars and sun,
Far away from solid ground,
Where the waves are wet and roiling,
And I’ve just started going down.

The waves crash and crash and crash,
Upon my lips, and your sweet brine,
It tastes like heaven, tastes divine,
Oh my.

Scars of Worth

The scars you carry on your skin
Bely the pain held deep within,
While lashing out in moments mad,
You cut yourself because of dad,
But this was not your sin.

His shadow lurking in your brain,
Each day another cut of pain
You wanted just to disappear
Away from all the hurt and fear,
But you were not to blame.

I gazed into your azure eyes,
The girl who says she never cries.
I laid my hands across your chest,
Tonight we both will soundly rest,
And dream of the sunrise.

I saw your scars, I think we share
A pain that others could not bear,
Though I don’t have the marks to show
It’s only cause I didn’t know
That anyone would care.

A dream I had that became real,
A way I never thought I’d feel:
That I belonged with anyone
Or anything under the sun,
But now my heart can heal.

The scars you have, perhaps they’ll last,
Reminders of a solemn past.
To me they show a strength of mind,
To suffer – still – to stay alive
Is beauty unsurpassed.

Out from the darkness of our birth,
We stumble cross this holy earth,
So long I thought I’d naught to give,
But you showed me why I should live;
In your eyes I have worth.


With bare feet I slip across the frozen days,
The stasis of my life; day after day
I trip and go from high to low
In an instant, and in an instant
Time stretches on with the grace of
Infinity sweeping out from my vision
And consuming the dark world entire.

Day after day I poison myself;
My poison is an antidote to the banality of life,
That truest of horrors, that which kills
Unseen and unknown, but never unfelt;
I want to feel joy while I live,
And in ecstasis to plunge towards death,
Submitting to the vanity of time.

I wake up anew, and by the day’s end
Have stumbled and fallen into the same traps;
My mind ensnares itself, coils around and around
And lashes out at me like a snake that,
Unknowingly trodden over, bites without
Knowledge, following only instinct;
My instincts are but the wishes of Satan.

I get so worked up over my programming;
I rattle and quake, and find no solace
That I was born this way;
There are some who are born and in the course of life
They find that the world is for the meek to inherit,
But they are strong, and so they must be broken,
Until, crippled, they submit to callous death.

And again, as it was, and again it shall be;
There is no escape from the simulation;
What was, is; what shall be, is;
And where we are now is the ceaseless echoing
Of the original; here we can but dream until
The death of energy: an eternity in stasis;
There is no escape…

The Precipice of Ecstasy

A nebulous cloud, breaking new ground
In the shattered spectrum of the jungle,
The cacophonous blues and alluring greens,
Weaving their wild, passionate melodies
Across the speckled pupils
Who begin to feel the strength of the sea,
Until, breaking beneath the waves,
My icy eyes begin to melt.

And sinking down, irresistibly cleansed,
The sapphire breaths and ruby roars
Come bursting cross the rolling hills,
The crescent peaks and verdant valleys,
The snow-capped mountains, ready to
Blow with the fount of life,
Their gentle peaks but waiting
For some warm breath to melt their snow.

The incessant hum of the forest in bloom:
Cawing mewling screeching howling;
Then breaking before the lightning’s hymn,
The rolling thunder low and deep
Comes crashing down at the crest of noon,
And the forest in awe, ashamed to look
At the roiling boiling swelling air
Where electricity crackles with the birth of life.

The snow-capped colossus, its majesty
Ever emanating, as aloof as a king yet
Undaunted by the foolish wind dancing around,
Crafting melodies in the living air,
Echoing through the hollows and crevices,
Before rising to pierce past the bronze horizon,
Hovering, like a dam about to burst,
Hanging on at the precipice of ecstasy.

Words are ever thrown off that mighty cliff,
Or perhaps just sounds, the vocalization
Of the essence of man as it writhes,
Striving upwards to penetrate the heavenly auroras –
The endless supernovae – and the blinding light
At the end of black holes where traveling,
I was ever torn and twisted until I was
At last spat back out into your arms.

Clawing Towards the Light

I can see it in your eyes,
Shimmering with false surprise.
You thought I hadn’t seen,
Maybe I thought it just a dream.
Laughing you try and play,
But you know what I will say.
Our lady gives, our lady takes,
We can’t put up a fight.
Who knows where our fortune goes,
Clawing towards the light.

I, I must give in,
I don’t care that it’s a sin.
This was not the way for you,
I am sorry for what I’ve put you through.
Together we’ll come crashing down,
The thin ice breaking all around.
Our lady gives, our lady takes,
We can’t put up a fight.
Who knows where our fortune goes,
Clawing towards the light.

Water covers our heads,
As we slumber, rotting in our beds.
Decaying from inside out,
Suffocating, we have no doubt.
The noose we tie with our own hands,
Let’s go together, this cursèd world be damned.
Our lady gives, our lady takes,
We can’t put up a fight.
Who knows where our fortune goes,
Clawing towards the light.

The Real Girl

So how can I express them true,
My feelings with respect for you?
No ideal form you wish to be,
Though that is what you are to me;
I don’t know how I can express
Myself and somehow pass the test;
You’ve set yourself low to the ground
But heaven’s raptures still surround
My vision when I look at you;
I’d better be if I were through
With cursèd art that makes my mind
Envision always the divine;
Help me – please – to start anew,
To see you as you wish me to.

An Unknown Heart

My mind, so long filled with the fire and
The brimstone of a damaged birth,
Now at last may peer across those
Visions which I cannot find the words to describe,
And as I ponder the nameless colors of my intuition
I feel as though a veil has been cast upon
The infinite rainbow of madness;
So much have I struggled to eradicate
The darker corners of my perception,
And yet it is to the ineffable beauty of
Blindness that I find the words are gone missing,
Or indeed, have never been demanded into being;
We who have upon the Earth thrust our dreams and nightmares
And made both a heaven and hell
Out of our only home, are yet the slaves
To our greatest achievement, and where once
In glory did those first formed sounds escape
Our lips, now we are held in bondage,
And can think only the terms we have ourselves
Defined; and I sit here and dream in verse
But my nameless visions are ever assaulted
And my ceaseless thoughts are ever besieged
As I trod upon the words of so many before,
And try to rearrange the feelings in black and white,
And I think in the only way I have ever known,
But ever I imagine, in my softer days,
When the sun is like the Christmas Star
And the forests are nestled in its primordial heat;
Ever I dream and imagine what I would see
In the light of an unknown heart.

The Prince Female and the Pigeon King

She was a convent schoolgirl / He smoked as he walked,
They shared a yellow room where nobody talked.
It makes less noise putting them on speaker;
They’re so loud when they think nobody can hear them.

Talking about their bodies, the Prince Female mooned
Over him, her tires squealing like a piglet.
Stroking his beard, he dreamed of solitude
In the novels of the romantics.

But she, in a trance of neediness, with
Full throbbing sexual desire, could no
Longer afford the warm, acidified silence;
He would know the spell cast by women.

She wrapped her tentacles around him,
Like a black and white monster in uniform,
Collecting evidence of his desire while
His mind was drifting out to sea.

Her longing was forged with molten swords,
His lavender heart the heart of her problem,
His language of criticism crumbling before her
Like the bridges of California.

Together they roiled like the swirling seas,
Hiding their egos under the bed as the
Long white strips of her vision overwhelmed her,
Like being trampled under the wheel of an oxcart.

At last, sucking in his gut, the Pigeon King
Surveyed the convent schoolgirl, the
Prince Female; then he bawled for twenty minutes,
Before boarding a smuggler’s raft:

Playing the saxophone and shoplifting
Books and luxurious food.

Bikini Atoll, July 1946

The verdant waves of oceans green
Break cross the rolling golden dunes,
And every star, dreaming to be seen
Arrives to break the evening’s gloom.

The salty fragrance of the sea,
Finer than any censer scented
To raise up thoughts, to never be,
To never dance with discontentment.

To float across the whole wide ocean,
A million sunsets passing by;
How joyous to be in perpetual motion,
Subject to only the whims of the tide.

As the rainbow fractures on the water,
And the splintered colors bleed into one,
Heaven’s light passes from father to daughter
Who could ever cry for a setting sun?

Oh luminous Luna! must you always leave
So soon? In this the most beautiful season,
Which grants to the weary a moment’s reprieve,
From the restless restraints of faulted reason.

The sparkling fairies who attend their queen,
And paint her fancies across the sky,
Though by day they are as dreams unseen,
But never far from my mind’s eye.

Once, awoken from a serene sleep,
I found I’d washed up on an isle,
And soon had deemed that I should keep
This place to make my home for awhile.

At night my heart beats with the rhythmic tide,
And in unison sings with the luscious moon,
Like a silver crystal dancing in the sky,
Whose beauty can cause any man to swoon.

Now this island, but scarcely a mile wide,
Was ringed round with sand, but past the beach
The trees grew so dense that the rolling tide,
Their silent perimeter never could breach.

One day I decided to speak with the sky,
Though speckled with clouds, I began to climb
Past the canopy ‘til I could finally spy,
Out past the reaches of powerless time.

In every direction, the tangerine sea
Spread slow without end, for a minute I waned,
As the world did in turn, and with me did breathe;
For a while we kept up our silent refrain.

Then lying down on the vibrant leaves,
To wait for my love (dear Luna) to fill
Once more my eyes, on this carpet of trees,
I wait though she tests all the strength of my will.

But as evening came on, instead of the moon,
The sun seemed to burst in the violet sky,
And the world turned to white – much too fast – much too soon,
And across all the ocean I could hear their cries.

I watched as fair Eden withered away,
As the golden sand became black and fell,
All the dreams of my life disappeared in a day,
I watched my Eden transformed into Hell.

Perhaps we are bound to eternal return,
And to following life’s inexorable thrust,
But as Luna and Eden and I came to learn,
All the beauty in life turns to naught but dust.