I’m so in love with you
I wish you’d love me too
This poem could be
An R&B
Song
I write for you,
I think of you all day
And night
And then I dream about
My image of you,
Not the real you,
The real you is nowhere in sight.

Felt you
Feel me
Tasted you
Like desert rain
and knew you
would leave me

like a passing storm
across my desert soul
Transforming
My pain
Into something
Like wildflowers.

playing with you
is like playing
with the devil
all of it
playing with my heart
my love
temptress
you tempted by the snake
and me tempted by
everything about you;
i bite the apple for you.

i dont know what its like
to be loved like that
that
bursting inside
it seems
to me
that what
i feel
was meant to be
for me
and for her

i dont know what its like
to be loved
the way i love you
i dont know why
i have to try
but you,
you loved me
at my lowest
unlocking me
when i couldn’t,
setting me free
unlocking me
completely

i don’t know what it’s like
to be loved
the way i love you
i just know
that i felt the most love
in my life
from the way you loved me
the only way
you could.

Hot 3:57am
rain
worthless
life
worthless
brain
so much
in life
to cause us
pain
that i
gain
soul
from
the
pain
of
brain
the
landmind
mind
an explosive
field inside
my
head
feeling so
raw
it lets me
know
i’m not dead
but alive
my entire
life
a waste
of time
mine
a better
waste
than yours
soon we’ll
be glad
to be dead,
soon
the world
will end
and we
will
have
been
able to say
we
were humans
and
we
all
tried,
we all
lived,
and
we
all
died.

If I had your love
My heart would sing
Instead of holding it’s breath
Eternally waiting
To burst into song
Learning the song
It’s going to sing
Through all this
Patiently
Waiting.

My love lasts forever
I’m sure you don’t want anything that real.

My love
Not like the rose
That blossoms then dies
IS the redwood tree
Living solemnly
In sequoia national forest
Breathing
Growing
Alone
Giving
And taking
The little bit it’s given
And surviving
On the dream
The one day thing
ONE DAY…
Someday…
If not one day,
It will be some day,
And you will be loved entirely
And live beyond our mortal years
In verse.

After so much knowledge
Has been elucidated
Destroyed
Relearned
And built upon
Somehow
The sacred texts
Of the Tao
And the words of the dharma
Survived.
Somehow
We still remember Plato
And Aristotle
And the blasphemous
Galileo
Not wiped from the minds of men
Only the common man
While monks
Drunk on wine
Kept alive the wisdom of the world
And its mysteries
While
The same religion the monks believed
Sought
To destroy the capability
Of independent thought.

Wise men held tight
To the gifts bestowed upon the human mind
By the collective unconscious
By the place behind the mind
Where it all flows from
Like a faucet
Running in the basin universe
Filling it
With life.

And now today
Religion once again
Seeks to destroy the world.
Wants to play games with these gifts.

Radical Islamic Empire
Feverishly hellbent on harnessing universal energy
A gift from the mind
Of a compassionate man
Unlocking the mystery
With mathematics.

See how they hezbollah?
See how they blindly kill for allah?
See how dark
The heart can be?
Can you see?
Can you see how fucking dark this age is
Where I was told
The other day
By an old woman protesting the war in Iraq
That
“Over 600,000 Iraqis have died.”
What is all this tragic death for?
Muslims slaughtering muslims
As if it were end times.
They are proof of the power of belief.

He gave us Jesus Christ
And the Boddhidharma first,
But what did we do?
Kept on fighting wars
And hating each other
And acting like fucking animals
So now we got another little gift
He said,
“Fuck it. You all want to keep on fighting and killing each other?
Hating instead of loving?
Here you go.
Bombs away.”
Free will.

A gift from the genius mind
Is turned to something dark
And now the world has existed
For the last 62 years
In doomsday
Prophecied fear
Because it is real
It is here
And it is up to us
To learn to love
Before our hate
Destroys the world.

The hermit is never alone,
His companion is solitude.

This poem
Is all I have
The rest of the world
Belongs to you.
When I die
This poem
Will belong to you.
But until then
This is all I am,
A typewriting monkey
Smoking marijuana
As the hours burn
And the days
And years,
Turn into
My passing life.

My love
Does not belong to me
I borrowed it from God.
He said,
“Live this life you
Selfish Beast, and learn
To give all the love
I gave you. It will
Be the hardest thing
You’ll ever do. To
Love unrequitedly;
Then you’ll know
How I feel.”
And so I was
Born
And bore the heartache
of my father
of my broken dreams
My heart
Kept locked tight
From harm
my
heart beat
wide open for you
Still Selfish
Still wanting to
be loved

ohh—
you fucking broke it…

Now I have nothing to guard,
now I only love you.