Hazardous

am I toxic to the touch
do I poison with my words

am I the scorpion
with a gracefully poised tail
crawling to kill

am I the cobra
with hidden fangs full of venom
laying in wait

or am I merely human
with virulent potential
to taint
the flesh and the faith

I am the potency of psilocybin
the breathtaking chimera
the paralyzing sensation
I am the crux
of your head trip.

Swollen Eyes, Black Coffee, Blind Melon

I wonder how the sun looked
as it rose beside your plane
I set my alarm for early
so I could lay awake at take off
a sighing mixture
of grief and gratitude.

it's so easy to shut the door
but so difficult
to lock it.

A thousand things I should have said.

Recognition

how easily we bleed
how fast the life in us
flickers
sighs
and diminishes.

in an instant
an isolated moment
can rip us
and will rip us
away for good.

its astonishing how many of us concentrate on complaint
finding time to critically tear apart the world
but never giving a thought to our own inevitable demise
never respecting the incredible beating heart
and never seizing opportunities of altered perception.

I try to capture moments in my memory
perhaps I'm building a collage for my epilogue
I smile fuller, because one of us has to take the plunge first.
I laugh longer, because I know we'll never, ever know.

and I love, with every ounce of my conscious being,
my energy, my grace, and my passion,
because there are too many glowing souls
who hide their beauty beneath black robes.
too many brilliant brains yet to discover
and intellectually saturate.

I'm striving to bare myself to the beloved ones
so maybe they too will feel the exhiliration of mutual admiration
and the intensity of an omnipotent connection.

I've always had the impulse
now I'm working on the guts.

Translucency

today I woke up haunted
disbelief
and disrepair

trying to grasp the nature of this cerebral asphyxiation
there exists no straight line to guide me
and nothing physical enough to inundate my brain

the dream side again
has warped my conscious eye
and these hallucinations appear
so vivid
and so tangible

I don't know how to define
or describe
this kind of confusion

the vortex I'm getting sucked into
is spinning inadequacies
and twisting intentions

the analytical mind
is no closer to the truth
than the oblivious
and I'm too preoccupied
too absorbed
into that which I can only feel
for my rational head to help at all

it'd be so perfect to disappear.
it's time to dissolve
and drift away.

As the Eyes Soften

I need to forgive them
for what they are

as I have forgiven myself
for what I was.

Wrought

trying so desperately to let go
I've discovered the duct tape sealing my hands together
trying now to reason with myself
I've realized just how
delusional
I really am.

Midnight Marvels

I keep becoming so concerned
with the subplot
and the trivial

I am noticing less and less
the pinprick aggravations
of modern life

I've become the grin of girlish delight
deep-bellied laughter
and twirling in circles

tonight I found perfection in my flaws
captivation with the weather
and comfort in the cold

I was the serene center of the universe
as the winds raged around me
I was pacing, but peaceful

the impulsive being that I am
fell victim to the call of the ice patch
in the shadows

the world tonight was melting and dripping
the wind pushed me along
so I ran with it

the slide longer and faster than anticipated
right into a puddle of slush
I got a soaker

yet still enlightened and invigorated
I laughed and tempted fate
for another several slides.