Long time no see.

I looked at your face,
heart told my eyes what to see
I wanted you to know
when you're as lost as me
we cling to one another
and hope to be free

so for now take me in
let me in
and settle into me

beyond us there are more like us
we are the spinning sea
you and I will meet again
formless and embodied

I tried to rest my head upon your mutability
to stay here a while,
as a lover, as a child
in the sleepy world
and the enchanted wild

biding the time we invented
for the change I wanted
a change of heart is what I got
all this is going on
while all this is going on
and is going on
and is not.

Look

Keep in mind you're mind
keep in mind your mind

many times before it took an eye to find
I found these eyes temporarily mine

I keep trying to come out of this
when I may never come back in

dabbling

I guess it would make sense to draw a picture when you've got a film stuck in your head.

A Dream

What gathers here while I'm losing sleep
enough to keep a water wheel in spin
but dries up during the day
so deep into the night I swim
and soon become prey


I call to you from cell to cell
in our captor we have won
pretending to know you unwell
this play, more ancient than our fun

I am thinking of you in my arms
how we'll find ourselves in form
how I got to be this piece
that dreams of holding itself
to be born

Rest carries me to a desert
I come across a sexless form
I ask its empty face
Was it in you that our softness was born?
Without a mouth it spoke to me
in words I did not hear
surprised to find myself unafraid
misunderstanding no longer a fear

another bloody metaphor

the clothes are by Makin Jan Ma. He tends to write characters first and then dresses them in his lovely designs. Speaking of desire....I want one of those capes.

here's the writ:

try not to get
so hung up on desire
nothing
wrong with wanting
a heart pulling is no enemy

only love's will to draw you in
only loves will send you out again

we live from this story
watch you change from gory to glory

glorious blood
gathers and goes

my thoughts float on a crimson wave
I shout from deck,
“I want to be saved”
my raft is small and surrounded by sea
I spy you on yours
you call to me,
“meet me in the blood”

in the blood
in the blood
where our love will be
no more screaming from deck
no more sailing around
I will not have you on this flimsy raft
so meet me in the blood

God has been the siren all along
singing you to shipwreck
but you fear the song

we bolster our sails
all float on


really you are burning bright
forgive
your eyes
don't see red light

just acting

Forgetting the beach
the uprooted tree
its side in the sand
worn smooth by the waves' restless tousling
softened and sogged
salted it lay
el arbol del mar
la reina muerta

I cursed my father
overturned his empty wooden bowl,
spilling crumbly remnants of dinner into his lap

in the split second it took to think
this act of violence
I am lost

it is rare that I find myself in pinches of rage
even rarer that I feel compelled to express myself in Spanish
both acts being less characteristic of me
than wandering the beach, worshiping tree carcasses

all being theatrical gestures of experience
the nobody playing the somebody

only one eye in happiness

keep eyes open
prospector keep searching
what would it be to see without looking?

Death will steal my hunger
give me back to vision
until the day i see with eyes open
for now fill up on compassion