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January 24, 2016

two pi lullaby

January 14, 2016

i am fish

December 13, 2015

afloat i wind to your heart

December 12, 2015

flat line

December 8, 2015

in case you missed it

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sweet syrup eyes concerto

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blaze heart angel feather

November 24, 2015

bird moon feather

October 21, 2015

chapbook 2k15

April 15, 2015

leafy eye

March 2, 2015

MaYa SpHynX eyeO’echo LoVe You

September 27, 2014

a guide dance

September 25, 2014


September 14, 2014

i am mighty love

August 23, 2014

KrYstaL CaScAdEs, DeeP WaTerS JaDe

August 20, 2014

captains log: day 10,712

June 5, 2014

i am. illusion.

June 4, 2014

heart spillin scotch

May 21, 2014

spider mind playground

May 13, 2014

beloved brain, though i love you so

May 5, 2014

sun bleeds fire to echo moon

sun bleeds fire to echo moon

April 15, 2014

maya steamheart, apollo blue jay

maya steamheart, apollo blue jay

April 11, 2014

orchid star garden

March 25, 2014

sphynx eyeO’echo wake

March 23, 2014

chrome sunset pirouette

chrome sunset pirouette

February 16, 2014

singe canvas, spread flame

February 10, 2014

paradise in parallel

paradise in parallel

January 3, 2014

eye apollo jay eyes

November 22, 2013

jewels of time capsule ette

November 16, 2013

twin candles burn at both ends

November 3, 2013

Athena Amorphesa Celexa

October 28, 2013

just a fantasy stuck in time

October 10, 2013

matrix trance moon skydance

October 4, 2013

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afloat i wind to your heart
can a noun verb without you?
can echoes project a reflection
without the hearts convection?
or the nectar of the lips confection?
can a turnstile dip over the moonset
rising red delicious heart wave nets
to trickle spark ignite bright
light widening third eye sight?

remember when we forgot about
yestertheres everywhen the now drew in?
your crown of roses and white linen slip
adorned divine, your beauty
literally blowing my mind
into multiverses sans time?

there’s a lotta dark I removed
there’s a lot that translates
within the blue
the vapid the decay
the desolate the mundane
the heart stained,
the hypno-tele-vised
bleached brained
the begging razors
to scratch the record
wicca wicca slit slice
bleed out and quill ink dye
rest mind, on the needle
to tip the scales of a heart
not broken but of natural hue,
an au naturel patina’d black and blue
such is the stain of life’s innate bruise

soppy shoes, nappy sneaks, sweat soaked
sheets from a night in the underworlds heat.
demon tricks, shield auric field,
separate, incinerate, take a drag, ash flick
thinekth eye, surely this aint my matrix

drifting in and out to give a fuck less
about a materialist existence pure godless.
suffocating on time in rewind,
watching the date tick and tock
smoke a cigarette, squint an eye,
burn the clock,

where’s tink?

give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t your heart.
give two fucks about a shit
when I’m not dreaming about
kissing your pretty pink lips.
give two fucks about a shit
that isn’t I love the fuck out yoos
my little walking talking flower,
my baby boo, my dearest blue.

earthbound chains and linear time games
limited. confined. mindless insane.
I come from realms beyond language,
you wanna hear me spit game?
you wanna hear me speak my name?
u wanna feel my heart blaze?
you wanna feel my flame?
I come from the formless, the void,
realms pure grace that cannot be destroyed,
from Heavens most sacred covens
I am extra-celestial, a walk-in terrestrial.
I am divine
Born of Isis, I come from House Osiris
older than dirt, my soul ancient
my heart-mind glows for my goddess, its god-sent,
the keys to sacred cyphers I grip in my fist
divine love, high magic, supreme tantra my shtick

with silver tongue I dance and
dreamweave puns in the cunning
slithery slit posy pink drip lips
slipping and sliding through
the heavenly portal adorning
the space between your thighs

my heart’s down for goddess games
count me in for eternities on end
I’ve got nothing but love sublime
and a linguists tongue
begging to come undone,
to tickle the the skin
of my most beloved twin
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