Subjective Sexuality Tempered by War and Peace

Subjective Sexuality Tempered by War and Peace

Layer Poetry

Part One: The Lining

I once thought that if I believed enough – with no doubt inside me

The elements of life begin within me

and genocide is my birth child

shifting and changing tectonically

I am not cognition – am not put to a vote             

I believe that navigating life with a smile on your face is

a destiny – standing next to us

pulling teeth from the hairy toenail soup

In sacred dirt we are

down inside nature – a harvest of supple fruit        

Secret love – breathing veneration and carnal cycles

The adventure – coursing through driven eyes driving feet to the peak – The   

      naked ambition birthed

There must be a way to – let go

                 let the natural course be sailed!           Oh navigator navigator

it takes two in the shadow of the elm

This is our remedy      to a psychology of monotony

 I feel your being – we are dancing and interconnecting

 We are inside each other   

never one thing without another – the

combination – two hands  bond to form one

desire – for a spark to become a flame

A machine comprised of many – turning forward

the bow of the boat – showing the water the way to dry land

and all the ships in the sea will yearn

for the two-way water-way that weeps wishes

So we say – so we do – so we are – so we could be… anything

Could love – lust – abstain – self-please – subserve – dominate

or war for your love – or love war – or neutralize

the bouncing clock – a reincarnation of the 42nd concept

with a plastic penis and a wooden vagina

becoming micro-culture, meta-culture


If we could be anything – why not choose the smiling ship – Lining

the crests of weathered waves

Plotting an alternate course through the yare and yaw towards slanting harbors and crumbling growls – broken ropes     

raping futures that kidnap the child inside and out      

Struck by the tooth of the unmasked clown –


So I ask – must I ride the death donkey into the super lake of hell fire

without a smile upon my face? Without a smile upon your face?

Its really about perspective – perception – inflection

Navigating life with a smile on your face        is

inscribed in the black and white speckled book

because a good captain – will take you places – teach you secrets within

Part Two: Finding Silver

I could move the elements of life

to sing within me

ike dimensia   I reared it raised it shamed it

I am omni! I am omni!

am not… am not… I robot

the true course of your own personal ship

kissing us – and tempting us

demanding we fix this – replant this 

                                                Finding the tree that gives birth to the children of the Terra-womb

Deep down roots

Take – give – take – let’s look up………..

clouds are forever

like jungle sex in the ancient mud

let the soul sing out loud

teach me to sail in the wrinkles of your eyes

breast under palm – finger tips trace lips

far away – from linear transparent pseudologies

with energy flowing – ebbing

neither begins – neither ends

Silver – cog turning its silver lover

four pupils become a shared gaze

which ignites a blaze

turning backward – the continuum reaction

Turn-about turn-about – for wayward wandering

for intimate collisions and erotic collusions

and worried weapon worshipers

could do everything

could just fuck

neural networks – for good or for worse

      My father’s father  is, was, and will be my mother’s mother

De la Picasso Aphrodite 

intercultural, extracultural


horizontal dreams from the Crow’s nest

they are watching – as our boat bow kisses those crying babies one by one

with its shiply shapples

thundering under the sore sullied foot

in the darkness

gazing into the mirror that gazes back


– must I nude my soul?

Must I love Without joy?

and reciprocated communication?

a choice to be made

a life within

secrets – leading you to the cliffs edge – and showing you how to fly

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem, as the folder category says, is a layer poem. As to how to find it's layers, pay attention to the multiple font types, and try reading the first line or part 1 and the first line of part 2 as a single sentence. 

The original format of this poem was for 11 x 17 paper. I have recently taken it apart and reformated - as well as revised - it. It embodies a commentary about my own hopes and views, as well as human sexuality, and the personal struggle humanity faces in wanting peace in the face of constant wars.