The Blood & Gold in El Dorado, El Salvador.

The Classic Friendship.

If you can't make fun of each other then what else do you got

The Boundless Love

That is to say, there is a love that exists
Which is unlike anything to be made by words.
A love to free, it does not remember the first time it wept.
Weeping is for the FREE.
How can it stray when it never had a home
How can it stay if it is always leaving. Not Fleeting,
just moving, always going somewhere.
Never returning for it never left.
A love so wild it cannot remember its own name
simply joyous in its skin
never greedy
only grateful to be able to become.
never forgotten. always exemplary.
shining through speckles of darkness,
without righteousness
without reason
simply to be without bounds
without questions to be answered
without assurance or the soliciting of affections.
A LOVE so clear water is its daughter.

"Hyfidelik the GypsySun is a Nationless Mind. Immigrating through cultures and cosmic seeds, The GypsySun is one who gathers and collects all that he can find, artfully extracting its fundamentals and eccentricities like balsamic reduction, and adding it to the Sun's Goodie Bag. Hyfidelik comes from the fidelity required to remain loyal to the truth while channeling the high fidelity sound present in all of us. A world without borders to explore and a harmony with nature to be reclaimed. This is the story of Hyf's Blood Memory."

Lovely Labyrinth

Daedalus could barely escape after he completed building it.
Is it us who create such mirrors to entertain our life's theatre?
From the waves of instinct we dam ourselves into our own creations.
The damned. The pure. Single-filed like the the flow of ants.
Tuning in to the limits of our modesty. The hidden agenda of our chivalry.
The roles made for masks and the masks made from rolls of ancient scroll.
Evolved archetypes give young bloods their stripes.
Young guns their bullets. Young men their purpose.
The execuioner of instinct sits on your work desk.
Toggles your desires for the principle.
Prudent are they who can sway between the two.
Careless are those who must choose.

Meat

a woman was grieving over her lost cat 

thats when she met him 

the garlic was first on the purchasing lists

the lone cub

high ceilings

Her Majesty 

Her Love

Time is a moving image

running the pages on fingertips

so immediate

direct. love. 

Stonewalled by mine. 

If we could only prostrate. 

The shelving is key. 

To sustain such movement. 

Bedcast on the island. 

humbling to find 

the universe

under your nose

waiting for you to call her, 

and her, and her. 

Colors

I dont want to be color blind I love color and pay it mind, 

coffee my fingers on its grind 

and make it hustle like desire. 

I know about color and color knows about me.

I sleep inside every shade. Mother its every contour
and die before every stroke.
Color is my revenge against wearing a handicap.
Against the discrimination of my father.  

U ask me to be polite

ignore the contrast of attributes 

and move on with my life in black and white

but I carry no veil

I see color, I dont see your silence to polarities 

I a m everywhere in between 

with everyone ever seen

bountiful colors

graphed in texture and joy

brilliance and blood memory

all poured in the melting pot of hearts

colors

that i place no judgment upon.