AllisLuv

A Cheap Thing

2006-06-03T15:23:00.000-07:00

My love is cheap.
No gauntlet of trials
No mysterious maze
No blood sacrifice

An honest smile
A unique style
A glimpse of self
Will suffice

A cheap thing
My love
So many can afford
The modest price

The cheaper it gets
The closer to freedom
Like all the best things
In life

Of The People

2006-06-03T15:20:00.000-07:00

Effortlessly does the holy man
Meet the sinner in the chapel
Temple, mosque
Religious den

O the veracity
The holy one
Who meets the sinner
In the land of sin

Treasureless

2006-06-03T15:16:00.000-07:00

We delve deeply into darkness
Far from where we truly dwell
We scour the blackest pits
We comb the fires of hell

We mine our very flesh
And gaze into the eyes of pain
For a drop of moisture
In the dry, arrid planes

We delve into darkness
Where there is no sight
In our desperate search
For what only lives in light

Behind Closed Lids

2006-05-19T09:04:00.000-07:00

Behind closed lids
A labyrinth of bygones
And illusory foreshadowings

A haunted landscape

With pathways worn
From weary traversings
Overlapping, twisted and tangled
Like unkempt hair,
roots, wrinkles, veins

They lead into dense forests
Where great trunks of insecurity
Reach high
And conspire a canopy
Impenetrable to illumination
That the thorns and hard branches
Of the undergrowth
Self doubt
May lash and shred and tear
The tender flesh
Of the lost
Blind child

They lead past sparkling meadows of fancy
Frightful sirens
Calls of future fantasy
Mirages
That on approach give way
To the barren wastelands
Of harsh realities
And dreams deferred

They lead over landmarks
Fond and familiar
That yield fresh water laughter
But all too often
Turn to thick pools
Of the rotted milk of regret
Or evaporate
Into a tantalizing, torturous mist
Of impotent antiquities
Incapable of satiating thirst

A landscape populated by
Phalanxes of foot soldiers
Of should have saids
And should have dones
And roving wild packs
Of the vicious beasts
Of what they think of me’s
And beautiful singing birds
Colors vivid, exquisite,
How it could be’s
That flutter and fly so close
Yet out of reach
Ever out of reach

And I pray
And I pray
And I pray

To remember how
To open my eyes

A Simple Job

2006-05-08T10:11:00.000-07:00

What of the man in Fallujah
Reared in death
Nourished on hate
Who speaks the language of shrapnel
Incendiaries, metal jackets and serrated blades

Or the teenage girl in Thailand
Who stares at ceilings
Emotionless
And has become accustomed to the pain

The boy in Uganda
Orphaned by genocide
Seeking refuge
From hunger, poverty,
The memory of blood spilling
From the flesh
Of everyone he ever loved,
And the screams

In Burma, the mother
Lungs drowning
Skin blistering
Future positive
Who tears her heart to smile
For the children she knows
She will never see mature

In the states, the violated son
Of a violated race
Violated
Behind bars so constricting
He would rather hang up
Himself
Than fight to take another breath

The 40.3 million with HIV/AIDS

The 852 millions starving

The 1.2 billion living in poverty?

We must deal with our simple problems
And cry our simple tears
Enjoy our frivolous fancies
And our freedoms

Because if we don't
That life
Will not exist on this Earth

Self Evident

2006-05-06T20:42:00.000-07:00

Walk sacred
The walk of joy
Laugh loud
Cry raucous wails
And curse hard
From your stomach
Cut deep into your soul
Break yourself
Free
Of the self
That would contain you
Love everyone
Hate anyone
Say yes wholly
Say no and mean it
And fear not
Your humanity

agape

2006-05-06T20:39:00.000-07:00

The Source befriends all,
Perhaps that's the true nature
Of reality

friendship

2006-05-05T10:30:00.000-07:00

A winged creature
I glide through light blue expanse
Friendship the warm wind

solitude

2006-05-05T10:28:00.000-07:00

To a lonely man
The moon is half dark and stars
The night's frozen tears

lovers

2006-05-05T10:26:00.000-07:00

Fierce passion spent,
How much was love and which one
Of us did I hate?

A Loose Grip

2006-05-03T18:59:00.000-07:00

If if didn't have
A white winged horse
Who with one mighty flap
Could fly from the realms of nightmares
To the land of dreams

And a great venomous serpent
Whose cold black eyes
Induce irrational terror
Like ice water in veins
And shards of glass in the softest of places

And a mutated doppleganger
Of everyone I know
Skewed to suit my selfish expectations

And a thousand
Thousand
Voices
Shouting shades
Of emotion

And a magic swan

And a singing jewel

And the fabric of the night
And day cloth
And an inexhaustible spool of yarn
Spun from the material of myth
And a loom on which to weave them

In my head
Then I'm fairly certain
I would go insane.

Duality

2006-04-27T22:16:00.000-07:00

We swim in a sea
Life flows
The ebb of death

The end of each instant
The birth of the next

A vast alchemy
Ever yielding
Now

So too,
As one breathes out
The world inhales

The Dharma

2006-04-24T18:26:00.000-07:00

Peace with everything
One has, nothing desired
Possession of all

The Tao

2006-04-20T14:29:00.000-07:00

Expanding with ease
Naturally contracting
Moment to moment

Guidance

2006-04-19T10:21:00.000-07:00

That sinking feeling
Pleasant anticipation
Undisturbed calm

Compass needle spin
True North is different from
Ev'ry perspective

the world without eyes

2006-04-18T18:58:00.000-07:00

in the world without eyes
seeing is knowing
being

you become what you perceive

i've lived in that world
in dreams
moments of intense pleasure
agony

the night you held me close
and breathed into my mind
"i love you"

so very special

2006-04-17T12:43:00.000-07:00

we sat in a circle
children of god
and there she was
a vision of perfection
enchanting, haunting
she filled my mind

as the heavens opened
yielding droplets to nourish
my intoxication blossomed

i knew she was angelic
so unique, so divine
the heavens themselves
while wetting us all
would allow no rain
to fall on her crown

hand outstretched over her
i would witness this miracle
but shocked
i pulled away

with the confusion
of one awakened
from a dream
all too real

i stared at the moisture
in my palm

Truth Told

2006-04-13T23:49:00.000-07:00

Boy, they sent you on a suicide mission
When you were young and naïve enough to listen
With an objective that can never be won
They out and out lied to you son

Truth told there are no bad guys
No heroes, no beautiful girls to be won as prize
But still, they told you, "Fight for pride!"
Honor, and the approval of the right side

They told you you were the best
Better than all of the rest
You deserve victory in this
War that does not actually exist

You believed that lie was true
And in your mind it became you
But, truth told, the only reward
For all those battles of that great long war

In your mind is
That
You
Will die

A Grief Called Katrina

2006-04-11T17:37:00.000-07:00

She raged
Howling winds
Floodwaters
Floating
Welfare ridden
Poverty stricken
Drug addicted
Ex-convicted
Corpses

She wailed
From fathomless depths
A heaving tempest
A downpour
Of the painful liquid
Submerging corruption
As convoluted and complex
As the criss crossings of cement
She cleansed

She heaved
A great sob
From her breast
Releasing riots
Destruction, disease
And bathed herself
In tears

My Heart Longs to Create for You

2006-04-09T04:17:00.000-07:00

My heart longs to create for you
A beautiful swan
Made of light
White radiant light
With swirls of gold and pink
That would feel warm and solid to the touch
That would be full of life
That would only ever know love and joy
And always give them to you

I would fashion for you
A precious jewel
Deep and dark like the night
With a thousand iridescent facets
That sparkle every color
A singing jewel
That would sing a sad, magical song
To make your heart ache
Whenever you felt the need to cry

One Within

2006-04-07T10:16:00.000-07:00

The brave man
Wears scars
A patchwork of scars
Across his back
Hewn deep
Into his heart
Only he
Still
Wears no armor

The brave man
Wears deep canyons
On his brow
Cut by
Rivers of worry
Only he
Also
Wears a smile

The brave man
Wears the shackles
We all wear
Sits in his dreary cell
Gazes through
The small square window
Of eyes, embraces, words,
frail futile shadows
of reflections of meaning

Only he also wears
Him Self
And the conviction
That he is free

Smoke

2006-04-01T21:59:00.000-08:00

The pretty smoke dances,
It curls and twirls,
It swirls seductively
Slowly winding
From the softly sizzling cherry.
Ambidextrous,
Its first hand
Rakes hot coals over delicate pink flesh
And pumps poison
Through streams that flow life,
While its second
Chokes the life
From friends
And loved ones.

The grey smoke growls
From aluminum, metal alloy, chrome and rubber
Beasts.
They migrate in herds of millions
Twice daily
9 am and 5 pm.
Their sputters, coughs and howls
Combine into great clouds
Of smoke
No silver lining.

The beautiful black smoke billows
Into great big blossoms
And forms massive columns
Monuments
Over the countless varieties of life
Unknown
The potential medicines of men
Undiscovered
The divine splendor of nature
Unseen
Ashes all.

The sultry smoke shimmers
It separates and undulates upwards
From the charred corpse of the child
Melted to the swingset
Where she played
Until the smoke burst and bloomed
And recklessly consumed
Lives.

God of Noah and Lot
Perhaps it is time
For your next great flood
The world is burning.

untitled

2006-03-31T23:57:00.000-08:00

That I could love you
As the wind
Loves the ones with wings

That I could love you
As the sun
Loves the soil
And all it grows

That I could love you
As the moon
Loves the ocean
And as the ocean
Loves the shore
And as the shore
Loves the lovers
That lay there
Listening to the lyrics
Of a low key love song

The rhythm
Of the water
The melody
Of the soft silvery glow

Black Gangster

2006-03-26T17:50:00.000-08:00

His life was a poem

A sad, silly poem
Of anger
And violence
Some laughter, some love
Too much fear
And one

That ended abruptly.

The Green Lady

2006-03-26T15:56:00.000-08:00

She's a soft shade of green
A warm, soft shade
Light
And delicate as a single grass blade

But she ain't tame
That thang
Can be a green hot flame

Or a queen
Royal green
Aquamarine
Sea green queen

There's hints of blue, too
Clear sky, cool breeze blue
When she daydreams
It comes through

And gold
Rich honey gold
Shimmers like fairy dust
You'll only see
If you gain her trust

Warm white
Shades of cream
Bright yellow sunbeams
And sultry silver
That sparkles as it gleams

But that there shade of green

Like a dragon scale
Or a peacock tail

That there shade of green

It is
The same shade
Of green
As all
Green things
In heaven

You're Getting Warmer

2006-03-25T23:54:00.000-08:00

I emerged
From the cold, dark theater
And was enveloped
By a bright, clear afternoon

Over cement and grass
I tread my usual path
And saw an unusual sight.
Unusually bright
That light,
That sunlight
That warmed her face
That warmed a place in my chest
Slightly to the left,
And a place
At greater depth.

Under a tree
Of pine or birch
She perched
And shined.

I continued along my usual line,
But that image shone,
Crystal in my mind,
Slowed my steps
Quickened my breath
And drew me back to her
Like
The warmth of firelight
On cold nights.

There she was,
In that not quite right
A little too bright
Light.
Her smile was warm
Her eyes were clear.
She listened as I fell
Into awkward introduction
And caught me.

Polite questions were asked,
I think that once or twice she laughed.
I sat and played with blades of grass,

And basked in our light.
She wore Navajo beads of night
Sanskrit and the tree of life
But she was the art
Mandala
Magic.
That wasn't sunlight.

This unusual afternoon
So hot and bright,
I didn't want to end
What brings you here?
Waiting for my boyfriend.

And just then
A cold breeze of wind
Cooled
My feverish skin.

The Ego

2006-03-23T20:35:00.000-08:00

The Beast
Rages
On wild lustful
Death sprees
It's insatiable hunger
Unappeased

When the sun rises
Blood red
And the new moon
Is dark
Darker than the blackest part
Of the devil's
Pitch black heart

The Beast
With eighty four thousand
Bloodshot eyes
One for each
Of the illnesses
That take root within
And plague
The minds of men

The Beast
With ten thousand tongues
To tell the ten thousand tales
Of temptation
That lead down
The ten thousand trails
To damnation

And six point six billion
Foul smelling hairs
One for the evil side
Of every man woman and child
That is alive

And rows
Upon rows
Upon rows
Of slippery, slime covered
Razor sharp teeth
Infinite rows
For the number of lifetimes
It grasps and holds
And chews away on
Individual souls

And one massive claw
With five gleaming talons
That shred and tear
Hate, self-hate
Fear, violence
And despair

On black nights
With crimson dawns
The Beast shape shifts
And takes a form
Suited to the evil
He would perform
A buzzing fly of doubt
That becomes a swarm
A teeming mass of men
Dressed in uniform
With orders to leave
A land war torn

Not God
Nor Devil
How to defend?
Against one who lives
In our hearts, the hearts of men
Nurtured, cherished
Intimate friend

Crazy Cub's Ode to the Moon

2006-03-23T18:53:00.000-08:00

My mother glows
And lends
Her soft light
To dark nights

White gold
Silver
Precious platinum
Jewels
Her daughters
Sparkle
In moonlit waters

My mother flows
Like time
Dreams
And tides
She comes
And goes

Magic
Mystery
Her domain
Her movements mystic
Her grace unstrained

My mother knows
Pleasure
Pain
Ecstatic throes

When her force is unrestrained
Minds and hearts are set aflame
The heights of passion are achieved
Lives are taken
Lives conceived

My mother shows
Beauty
Strength
Wisdom
Wealth

While unseen
Her presence felt
Reveals to me
The depths of self