LIGHT YEAR DREAM.

What is the size
Of a light year
Can you weight it
And photograph it
Is it something
We can imagine
In our head
Is it truly knowable
Like the color
Of your eyes
And deep down
In the quarks
Of your atoms
Can you
Taste
Your
Rainbow
Projected
In the color spectrum
That your iris
Produces
For your sour
Sense
Of distance
And moving space
In the time
Trip
We call
Sweet living
For destiny
Or fate
Or random
Acts
Of divinity
In the you and me
The all of me
My all or nothing
Mighty
Omnipotent
Self
Insecurities
Like shifty plate tectonics
Covering my
Behavioral
Thought patterns
In a time leap
For tomorrow
People
I want to know them
So as to see
What we are to be
But as I look upon the sky
To the outside people
I see their whole entire
Cosmic existence
Being pulled apart
And scattered
Into infinity
Falling
Asleep
In outer space
Slowly
Dreaming
Up today’s person
In a million years
Light leap

DATA SETS FOR A HEART BEAT.

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So now that you know
How much of a nerd
I am for you
I’d like to get
All the data points
On what makes you
Tick
What makes you
Think
What makes you
See
Past the blue horizon
Of someone’s lowly
Silhouette
Of deferred dreams
Inconsequential
Thought bleeds
Of truer intentions
Introspections
In childhood
Light beams
Of past memories
And off to the
Racings
With wedding
Vowels
And forever
Fantaseeing
Like how you
Remind my soul
To be fragile again
Be vulnerable
Be open
To the soft ways
Of how you
Touch the air I breathe
With the sweet melody
You speak
When you say my name
Fully
Eyes open
Seeing me
For who
I truly am to be
No matter how
I try to clothe it
Cover it up
Hide it away
You see the full depth
Of my quietest abyss
And you bask in it
Swimming upstream
The all absorbing
Medal of heart
Honored to be
Your blind
Test subject
For a thing called
This one life
Shared equally
My piece of bread
Your piece of bread
My farthest adventures
Your farthest calling
My happiest
Your happiness
My dream
Your cutie pie smile
My beating heart
Ba-ba-ba-beat
Stuttering
For light shuddering
Eyes blink
At your beautifullest
Starlings
For everythings
My always
And forevering
But I just call you
By your bedroom name

<3

Mirror mirror

From the dandelion to the sunflower, from the larva to the butterfly, from the cephalopod to the tetrapod, from the green grass plains to the flower pot. A nebula can only get its start if it has dust in space to chase hydrogen in place for the birth of a star. It’s nuclear war. How a tortoise got its shell involves over a million different tails. And to tale it swell you’ll have to think of every angle and tell. Look the poker player in the eye and poke her veil with the ends of what a man am I. To outlast this story but a million times through hymns and dreams of benign vision of my two bad eyes. What signs I sign for the deaf and blind. We’ve heard this same story but a millennial and nine, but with each time a microcosm shifts. And tens of thousands of years from now, this cowardly spine will hopefully have many many more disks. Like pulling wisdom teeth from a cave man. It hurts. But I just can’t seem to see past the you and me that escapes my imagination of here today where I stand right now holding your hands. Remember yourself the great ape. The wet foot mammal having taken every cosmic shape. Envision a lion on a lotus leaf and a falling feather for the wind to bring the news of today for you and me. And the sands of time clock tick this magical human hour of invention by projecting civilization forward through the use of smoke and mirrors. Beyond the white and the black, beyond the cave and the forest, beyond the open plains and off to horizontal star dwellers. Look through your kaleidoscope and see if you can spot your burning bush from afar. See all god’s gifts are colliding and falling to Earth with the sorrow of Cupid’s heart. I’m just here to help pick up the pieces and put them back into the stars. To get back to the start of it all. Back to where life ends and begins again in another form in another way in another you with a different name. Come tell your story once more, my whimsical and starry friend. From seashore to mountain top. Go tell it all upon a youthful fountain. Make a wish. Close your eyes. Cross my heart and hope to never hide what makes my story so important. It’s you. The you in yours that makes me in mine. With flowery eyes and dandy lies. I’ll say your name over a thousand times and hope to never forget your smile. Your beautiful voice. Your scent. Your taste. Your look. Your mind. How lucky am I just to get to know it. I want to write it all on a wall to be found in a cave protected from time so no one will ever forget your face. My perfect mirror.

Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden storm

Yes, many loved before us
I know that we are not new
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you

But now it’s come to distances
And both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I’m not looking for another
As I wander in my time
Walk me to the corner
Our steps will always rhyme
You know my love goes with you
And your love stays with me

It’s just the way it changes
Like the shorelines and the sea
But let’s not talk of love or chains
And things we can’t untie

Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning
Our kisses deep and warm
Your hair upon the pillow
Like a sleepy golden storm
Yes many loved before us
I know that we are not new
In city and in forest
They smiled like me and you

But let’s not talk of love or chains
And things we can’t untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye
Goodbye…

To the Young Gods

With their whole existence
Still in front of them
Time stops
At their dance

With the weight of the world
In their every breath
They can tear down
Rebuild again
Or addify
The lie
We cry

When the old Gods
Meet the new
And begin to die

The time is now
The time is not
Ours anymore

It belongs to a new
Warrior with the forward thrusting
Spear

Carrying life into the abyss
With it
And into a new
Soul

Like an anchor
Pulling us all forward

I throw mine into the abyss
And see if I’ve gone far enough
Will it bounce back?

Young Gods
When it is your time
Remember the old Greek adage
On infinity:

Go as far as you can
And when you can go no further
Throw your spear forward
If it goes forward
You have not reached the end
If it bounces back
There is more on the other side

Close your eyes. Imagine you’re somewhere special and you’re doing something that makes you happy. Now think of someone with you – someone who calms and soothes you. Who do you want that to be? This person is going to help you through this task. With this person beside you, you can accomplish anything. Lovingly, they call out your name and are smiling at you. Open your eyes. Who is it?

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the brain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy things I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein,
Where the Sidewalk Ends,
1974