If I am a rose with thorns then you are the fingers that caress my petals
If I am the great wide ocean, then you are the vast blue sky
If I am a love letter, then you are the thoughts that write me
If I am everything I say I am, you must not believe me
Love,love,love
Why do you have to be so elusive?
I whisper your name in the dark
Only to find it etched on my skin
I thought i had you figured out
But I must be dreaming, I’m dreaming aloud
To know what you are about
I try to wash my hands clean from 

as I wander
through both information and deception
am I simply curious
or will I seek until it hurts
enough to reconstruct my understanding

and when I realize
it lives far beyond the human mind
will I allow it to transpose an alien reality
that reveals aspects of me that are disturbing
or humbling
or amazing

or will I turn away
in denial

just how much do I love truth?
.

CORRIDORS

down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..

The talking monkey hurls a bone
into the past
in the present, the matrix is shattered

humanity is bereft of logic, love
and compassion when the Star of David
falls into the money pit,
the cesspool of an ancient lineage,
tracing one's ancestors back to the
time that should have been forgotten
had it not been for the vengeance
and the wrath of old Gods worshiped
like those who would be President.

Another day falls into history. Another
bone is hurled through this page in
the infancy of human kind.