Poet Tree

I wrestled the moon matrix all night long As the sea swept away the places I’ve been To the space of pure mind at the end Of that container ...

Arcturians know all the pain there is on Earth, How impossible it is to hold harmonies in form More than provisionally, how much knowledge l...

At the moment I recognized the scent Of a need to find an adequate Symbol the great white bird Passed from meaning and my roof. When the spe...

My eyes are lanterns. The only responsibility of the light Is to see. Form only exists to be created To share, to merge, to learn the intern...

All disappointments move to the light In purifying flame. You just have to let them, These gnats that you paw, which won't be stricken. ...

Our field is wide As wide sometimes As the universe. Yet it's only me And my verse In convergence  Of how the universe  Folds like batte...

The shaman trains as hanged man in the darkness, Suspended in a chrysalis of inwardness To invert what he believed in, about himself, To lea...

The problem with seeing people          Is sometimes you see them. Every eye is a mirror         And mirrors aren't real Just a glint of...

We are limits, not bodies, Punctured by edits ... That's the way it has to be; The thing's not real Unless seen In all its glory By ...

I'm a shapeshifter  Of  The frequencies ... Now I wear  A mustard 70's  Velour And am observed  By those I've noticed, Looked at...

The black ocean I never knew I desired  Comes cajoled from a cloud Of my thoughts in another room Forever plotting out What I will do, How t...

The guard at the door      between sleep and waking Will acknowledge you, if you'll       notice (Though even Google won't       giv...

Forever the black hole  Forever the eyes That make it real, Not because they believe in it But to experience What comes next, The stories th...

I am not a poet, That is just some resonance that afflicts When the Earth gets too much And people too little ... But there it goes again, B...

No one cries for freedom      more than the free For they only feel the branch      that holds them to the tree Not their flight      agains...

Did you really think it was just you      inside your head? The committee's here too     just as everywhere else  And has the same juris...

Oh those vestibular crystals That spin in the waves, Maybe it's Mal de Debarquement  Or Acoustic Neuroma This abscission  Of the wires W...

The consciousness machine Adjusts some tuning At the fork Where things come to be But never stay, As if they won't emerge Within the con...

It's Family Dysfunction Week        and everything must go, How the earth        appreciates the debris, The dark tar released        to...

Free free      every freed one is their own                       frequency zone           the entire world                             indi...