are we enough

are
we
enough

that you can accept my im-perfect devotion,
the derivation of pleasure
from one source

do
we
grow in the spaces between us,
that
we can
contain the domain
that brings up children
or pets

is
the
child
of our love
the next trail
we
walk
down?

apart
together

one story
punctuated
by a separate sided tale
never
the full truth

an ambiguous definition
a meaningless word    

what sounds just right

the music
          that

knows no
boundary      

                        ..?

i found love (&)

i found love &
she looked the other way

nobody told me
nothing equipped me
what could i say?

words of love
futile poems
a holybook
made eternal and banal

uttered to extinction:

timeless words of prophets
make no demand
no command

believed by lovers or dreamers


love
  was
   invented in the hearts of youth

and
  remains
    patented in their posession


it's not the knows-better-than-you elder
it's not the to-tell-you-the-truth elder
not the moral of the story


it's the wise grandma that one-day-says
i felt that, too


if you want to win her
don't tell her words
take her someplace she's never been


but nothing could convince her
no distraction could get her attention
when her eyes gaze on the horizon


so catch up.

one star brighter than the rest

you make a compelling argument
with the
the stencil of your name
the colour of your skin
the depth of your touch

the soft, smudged essence of your silhouette

if kindness can be learned
it is because you were my teacher

and
my
every inch a lesson in pleasure

a
kiss
unfolding
like
paper

the lines and veins
of my sceptre

at the thought
of
the
curls in your hair riles the spiraled bliss
roiling my every desire, riding wave after wave of your ocean waltz

wiping sand from every beach,
deposit
	in a bed of pearls and silk

and to lye sweetly at the intoxicating scent
(the aroma of your oyster)
a perfume i gladly wear

as a scarf

dancing like a flag in the wind,
compelling, like a roped towel pulling me closer

no diamond came without dirt,
no pearl without sand

no spark without flint


but it is the lightning bolt
that is bright
because it burns

that burns because it is bright

ecstasy cannot be taught
only
reached because it is first

      (everywhere)

a priori

a fork of lightning
the electric ground reaching for the sky

a rolling cry / the reason why)

and the hint of you
is enough
convincing

letter in a bottle (china, i am alive)

why
am
i
drawn

to
the
best
(west)
coast
of

turtle island

north
america

the
'new'
world...


is
it
because
my
heart
draws
me
closer
to
the
land
i am forgetting?

vancouver
(victoria)
is
my home,
but

i
can't
help
but
wonder..


maybe,

 i

    was

right:


age 5,


"i am emperor
lost
at
sea"

letter
in
a
bottle

(china
i
am
alive)

everywhere (instantly)

one look
into your eyes

&
you
told me
everything
i needed to know


love
like a drop of blood
in the ocean)

instantly everywhere

a moment in history

Mom: I’m making salad, do you want some?
Me: Yes.

*chop* *chop* *chop*

Me: Is that radish?!
Mom: Yes.
Me: Why did you take all the skin off? That’s the best part!
Mom: Because it had fur on it. We don’t eat fur.

consumer suicide (a manifesto)

i
will
no longer

purchase goods or
make bold choices in
the super market

place


products in my room
will no longer
advertise my preferences

(nor shall wallet or watch
proclaim my identity)

if you can read me by
the decoration of my room

then when i am gone of this world-
why do you miss me?

true, in my room
dwells my soul


but my possessions
do not define me

and i cease to be myself:

this pencil
that garment
this bed

that nail, screw, tack and thread...
tied to the reel of avaricious profit men

whose noses so big
can not see
   the middle


know i have found peace

(a release)

a life of simple desire

zoo logic

you can only squish and squish life

but life will still exist
		         and persist...

you can step on my head
push me into the sand, stab your feet into
my body and flesh, stamp me so deep

sink
me
to
the hardest bedrock beneath land
(beneath underground oceans)
the flattest earth

and i will acquiesce

each 
   stomp
         &
i am just a smaller, more indivisible element

of life:

crush me my skull is made a mammal, a rat that
lives and plays with birds as dinosaurs,
skin me i am the flesh of plants prehistoric,
protozoa blood if you break my bones to fine powder
i am alive the trillions of trillions of bacteria
conquest chiefs of empire immemorial,
the greatest civilizations
that outlast your thought-logic ideology.

when i cease to stand i am the mammal,
bird,
reptile,
fish,
plant,
mineral
buried beneath your skyscrapers sunglasses,

i am the illegible forest that grows in circles
and fractals
	    around your knotted tongue,
the
bladed grass pushing through the cracks..





you can spread my ashes (embers)
but you'll never put out my flame.

i need space

i    neeed    space

i    neeed    space

i    neeed    space


in my life

mnmlst: new favourite blog

Sometimes I think that I complicate my life by setting up rules: ‘this’ diet is the best diet, so if I follow ‘these’ rules then I will have the perfect body and feel like holy water. Little do I know, this adds complexity to my life that makes it harder to live; life can be lived by rules, but the more you have, the more you run into problems when the rules overlap.

So here’s a couple links to two favourite posts of the day. The first is on living by ‘paring ideas,’ a process of living that values flow and natural change. This metaphor can be used in many domains of life, including writing, creating, sculpting, living, etc.

The second post is on what it means to be a person in the modern day. Or what it means to be a person in a universal sense…at least, that’s how I take it: sometimes you need to work a little bit to buy your freedom to be. Know who you are and do what it takes to be that. If you’re a monk, do what it takes to be a monk. Do what makes your soul come alive, but don’t sell part of it in the process.

paring ideas

I am not a brewer

Happy Thursday. Don’t let the rain weigh you down.