Of being

Survive the seeds

of the disrupting apple

mis-information

about

the

truth

origin

legend

grandeur

that always

belonged

to you

they sprouted

grew

divided

spread their mission

covered the mind-ground

of the herds

tied by the heart beats

that were muffled

by the poison

of the rotten

fruits

fermented minds

produced

weapons

hurt

the mass

of the traveler

carrying

the whole

in her blue belly

.

enough

of the airless

bunch

take the handle

open it

go inside it

bloom the rose

blow the west

chill amongst all this love pollen raining down from the marmalade forest canopy

no umbrella

no awning

no cover

just drip

toe

to

top

look up

open your mouth

and refill your tongue

then shout

through your nose

breathe

imagine

this downpour

concealing

nothing

finding the balance point

between all the madness

it is in the hearts

of the poets

and the songs

that you'll find the taste

you've forgotten

in the interim

of being

.

of being tall

of being grand

of being creator

of being master

of being divine

of being you

of being one

To Lion Mouth

Long shadows spill out of the lamp of your soul

they slide up the walls, become tall beautiful canvases

slender and perfect surfaces for the colors of the voices

painted with words and not poems, with poems without words

slap that brush you paint with, that brush you call tongue

mesmerize the tumult in the center of this twinkie society

trapped in the cream of ignorance and indifference

drunk with the manufactured sugars of life

paint the willows in the hearts of the weary

multicolored trunks will make them laugh

they will spread themselves, they will cease to weep

rising the limbs of their melancholy

turning them

into branches of glee

and overcome

scream!

that!

painting!

into!

reality!

Pastel Pants

Washable AND edible colored pants of pastel

wrap around my mind's legs

i slowly fold the bottoms up

three times each side

i am getting ready to run

with the wind AND against it

destination the sun

i will take the scenic route

stop by every moon before i get there

meet new people and try the food

and if it is no good

i can always eat my pants

my pastel pants

they taste like cake

strawberry cake

with green icing

just like the one the moai girls used to make

I hope i dont fall

and if i do

the hope rests

on my ability to get back up

my pants are rolled up

they are ready

go!

for the God of thunder

Realize that the change was made

tiny elves came last night and made all the adjustments

the gelatin was made, they buttered all the crackers, they even put up the decorations on the hill towers

Hanging on to the ways things were last night is ok

things from the night before are transformed

all you have to do is hear the boys from the beach and dance to the new vibes

Scary has had an affair with change

for far too long they've held hands, in the dark, where you couldn't see them

but they're tired of hiding, and to be frank they are kind of fed up with each other

giant whistles in my brain joyfully sing and ding

for a new applause of petals and gentile sirs bathed in golden lava

the merits of the applause are known only to the lava

who slooowly makes its way uphill

tearing with its melting powers the asphalt and the soles of the gentile's shoes

barefooted and steamy the sirs try to pry themselves from this marmalade story, they try to hide away in tall towers, that just like cookies, crumble

the cracks are too much for them

they hold each other

but alas it is too late for hugs now

so they fall

into a pile of sticky cookie crumbs

swimming for the shores

they are too far

they must stop being gentile

the must fight for their life

turn inside and turn into butterflies

fly far and high

fly fly

you gentile butterfly

Randomly unpremeditated words of my heart

"The second time is always faster"

is what the whale driver said to me

then he got along with his flowers and his chains

he was right

this time it whizzed by like a hummingbird's heart beat

i arrived before i could say baton rouge

the air seemed different like it was talking to me

i was too heavy to understand its message tho

i settled with watching the dragonflies dance in the air

with perfect timing without ever loosing form

this suit is too tight

my skin is compressed, it cant even sweat

the day was breezy tho

i ran along fine, held my own until the blue scarab

after that it was all down hill

rolling, not quite like a stone, but rolling none the less

i dont think ive stopped rolling since then

its been wonderful not knowing

while sitting in the know-seat

thank you

and for the last stanza of this crazy jungle of jumbles

i'd like to mention my friend the dog, and also the bee

to whom i give credit for my bad taste in clothes

my long line of favorites

my non-existing closet

for my boomerang outfit

and last but not least

for Sophie

For the African Sophie of my heart

that has left me behind in this forsaken continent

looking after her ear-ry friend

You should know that the wise:

never eat alone, always look for the nearest exit, and keep spare rubber bands in their pocket

they also never forget a friend, even when this friend is breathing the other side of the world's air

Be advised that the loving:

will steal your girlfriend, sometimes lie to make you feel better, always enjoy your company

conquer in the end without the slightest effort, and bake the best cakes.

i love you bolinha cocinada

:)