I wish I could fly
die in your open arms
I wish I could cry
and be free of the fall
I wish I could feel
rid myself of power.
But cannot as it were
Gained rightiously.
I have no claim to
closing divination.
Im already lost
in your metropolis
Its ancient future
haunting my heart
Towering above me
Structural complexity
And I feel you now
As I remember you
How is it that I know
You belong to it?
A time irrecognizable
To my logical mind.
But I saw you there.
How is it that I was
There and know you?
Familiar to required
Strength and alertness.
Visions surrounding
the temples palisades
Why do I know you
in that metropolis?
Why do I know what
It feels like to make
Love to you now as
I did to you then?
Why do I stand so solid
by your side as you
stand by mine?

A river of wordless kisses Un rio de besos sin palabra
Flowed the depths. Corrian lo profundo
The silence of those words El silencio de estas palabras
broke the dawn rompierion al amanecer
Passing tenderness over my Pasando ternura sobre mi
body bound wish Cuerpo deseo amarado
Believing every sparkle Creendo cada brillo
and surface scar y cicatriz superficial
Seeping the aortas pulse Entrando al pulso de aorta
red lip love rojo labio amar
The clock too narrow to Reloj demacido angosta para
hold me asleep mantenerme dormida
Drinking deep flooded day Bebiendo profundamente el dia inundada
like new lust como deseo nuevo
A river of kisses wordlessly Un rio de besos sin palabras
spoken. habladas.

My lovely Adam

The wicked and the divinity
of this generation divided
Flux trembler in the memory of saints and the
Idiots that we were
to believe in a world of gracious nature
My posture erected the posts of time
between rubble of a generous man hunt for goodness
Who would believe the triumph glistening
on our broadened shoulders
Turning from confused boys into temperate men
from half witted pretty girls into esteemed women
I look around at you all
knowing the rock beneath me
is the same as yours.
All that shale and wicker baskets that held nothing
but a glimpse of truth
But we knew it then as we know it now,
face to face there is no doubt.
You are the length of my philosophy
My garden of Eden exposed
My lovely Adam.

To become your faithful
devoted whisper;
Barren to history
rooted in dry tear-less
disguise,
Of natures' narrative
driven by inquisitive mouths.
Sullen groves of sun kissed
shade
tumble anew
toward the grief and
forgiveness of men;
as others before us beheld
holy divinity,
as a mother's bosom and womb
held the ancestral
Throne of tiny birthed glinting
stars which
Dashed the brief horizon
rushing breathless
Night amid dark pondering
dusty streets
greeted those of beloved
honest righteousnesses.
Breath simply bereaving
and loving both
the dead and living in
all instance.

A complaint is
a personal discomfort
therefore it is also
key to listen to yourself
when you have a complaint
for it is yourself
My complaint
has taught me
that it is my voice
speaking, and though
it says my complaint
may be about you
My complaint is my
self complaint.
Discomfort within me>
I realized after my last
complaint
Just how much I truly appriciate
knowing what inside me drives
motive to complaint
and therefor
I need only recognize it
listen inwardly and take
it for what it is
Neither binding you nor I to it.

Im always outside
Outside your love
My heart drenched
In rain of sorrow
Unable to manifest
Something better
A world divided
Before my cry
You reflect the
world and the
world reflects you
In me separated
the one I'll never have
though I pour myself
my heart is broken.
Though I stood tall
Before you was I
Always to be broken?
I who never was
shape myself bleakness
I only want your love.
Hide me beneath
Hide me in truth
Dont let me fall
dear fulfilled world
as I know you I will cry.
I know it will come
to my door, but not you.
That someday no tears
Will wet my arms.
I stand outside.
In all weather.
Would someone
give me shelter?
There is but one
who hears my suffering.
Myself God
Will I someday be free
of it myself?
And mean while
I cant let you
know these my
private words.

Free

Free to bear happiness
that inside me may grow
loving kindred spirit.
Torn away, my habbit friend,
who like drunkard wined
with me I know intoxication
Though I wished it joyful.
Still if once before
I may not settle nor ignore
that I saw nor that which is.
The road has but one way
I can take and speak
of it no more.