Saturday, April 30, 2011

Cold Fire

tears, silent tears were shed
to aspire
life should be worth struggling for

reach for the sky and spread
those wings while
grabbing a cloud to tour the world

for those tears, crown my head
with cold fire
as i aspire, watch me soar

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Wrinkle With Me

When I breathe in, I can smell your chemistry.
And I can feel our density.
You breathe out and I can hear your intentions.
And I can see our dimensions.

Could you be present for one bit?
At this moment, could you commit?
What does it feel like to just be
Present in this wrinkle with me?

The taste of you is misty morning raindrops.
You whisper and smile, my brain throbs.
My breath quickens as your hand sweeps down my side.
I look up and I know you've tried.

Could you be present for one bit?
At this moment, could you commit?
What does it feel like to just be
Present in this wrinkle with me?

Time stands still in this moment with me with you.
The sands of it sprinkled in your eyes of blue.
What took you so long to get here with me now?
Time is ours, in this moment I'll show you how .

Could you be present for one bit?
At this moment, could you commit?
What does it feel like to just be
Present in this wrinkle with me?

Present for just one bit.
Why don't you commit?
It feels good just to be
You present with me.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


I've been busy. I haven't had time to check on everyone that I would like to. I hate leaving comments because I never feel they express what I'm actually feeling. I love that all of you swing by when you can and read my poetry. I do not like posting daily and will probably post less, but hopefully this will improve the quality of my posts. Thanks to each and every one of you.

Continuous Thread

keep yourself above all else, first
when generality has fled
sweet, wonderful you will remain
you are the continuous thread

sew the diseases of your heart
every stitch is in your vein
you are the continuous thread
sweet, wonderful you will remain

exorcise your nightmares so that 
your dreams stick around to be fed
sweet, wonderful you does remain
you are the continuous thread

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


energy high
don't think i love him
went for our run
drinking a beer
outdoors on a beautiful day
wishing he would call
making my own way
feel the breeze
sometimes wonder
doesn't seem complicated
to be selfish
birds chirping
sun setting
typing away nothings
trying to get a bit of art
a little bit of soul
a bit of wisdom
while out and about
sun is setting
birds are chirping
breeze is flowing
i think about him
i think about past loves
i think about surreal feelings
i wonder how a change in perception
can cause the whole world
to seem alien
right now the world seems right
i want to always see the world this way
to feel grounded

Monday, April 25, 2011

I'm Me

thinking just when this levels: i'm me.
back thinking, special mode: anxious.
but though and really i keep
and with boundaries down
see myself again.
this today
tired talk

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Crippled Sensations

you spoke to me, my mundane heart
words opened disease from the start
both ready to shatter away
there were a few choppy sun rays
that we did weave in time with moonshine waterfalls
in sweet dreams of the many times, you spoke to me

with substance we loved anyway
and passionately we did stay
joined, we tried compulsions to break
crucial breaks for each other's sake
in beautiful rhythm, for a time we breathed free
did love each other through a space, with substance we

did cripple sensations of love
friends faded into wisps above
musical complications were
bound in thick hurts we never stir
intentions remembered in coded translations
we carelessly cut us deep and did cripple sensations

A Door's Yawn

i feel the vapor of a door's yawn
as warm as a summer's breeze
my mind creeks and my soul takes a peek
revealing a confidence that frees

new paths of reality connect
afflictions lift and life smiles
my soul takes a peek and my mind creeks
human consciousness advanced meanwhile

honest kindness the most profound gift
to receive, to believe, to embrace
my mind creeks and my soul takes a peek
the world just dawned a more gracious face

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A Bit More

crawling in the desert of thirst
i ask for only honesty first
needing the nutrients that restore
authenticity, heart, of that, a bit more

when will misconceptions be gone
and fellow understanding dawn
we live too defensively to gain rapport
authenticity, heart, of that, a bit more

passionately, i want to awake
and live for substantivity's  sake
perfection a natural contour
authenticity, heart, of that, a bit more

i search the depths of your eyes and implore
authenticity, heart, of that, a bit more

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Outcasts Plight

pariahs beat their drums tonight
with moonshine flight
lax gypsies sway
delights allay

as timbrels clatter, clink and clang
earth dances, hangs
all eyes ablaze
and fireflies laze

they dance and sing till morning light
the outcasts plight
sweet freedom holds
them in her folds

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sentient Blessings

foraging for sweet nothings, sustenance,
fixated in backgrounds, with shadows bound;
flowers thrown, wilt and whither, unnoticed,
digging fallow soil, madness certain if
what is, ceases to be, a background hum
of nourishment, water found by the roots;
can we be reached in recesses of life?
what futile, needless tragedy must shock,
rock the foundations of our incessant
needs, weeds in the garden of time, we cry
for what is right at our feet, thrown out with
the barren dirt, we continually
want to hurt, we crave starvation and thirst
forever cursed with ... sentient blessings

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Self Reliance

boundaries for me to set rules
companions lie in fields of mules
for me, can i see the sky
not even a slice of that pie

salvation, self-preservation
levitate, it's my projection
don't purport your happier sky
not even a slice of that pie

blackness surrounds the only light
carried in my recesses, trite
rainbows live  in the outside sky
not even a slice of that pie

Thursday, April 14, 2011


if there is any war worth fighting,
it should be the war to destroy
the melancholic disease that lies
latent or active in us all.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011


fear settles in
melting cotton candy
to skin bubbles up water to

Monday, April 11, 2011


transparent symmetries abound
droplets push rings in water ponds
and ice fractures mosaic bonds

honesty wide open, deep down
cherry trees shooting for the sun
pushing through dirt, jagged roots spun

and the patterns cascade around
bumping, thrashing, sweeping by in
perfect clear tears by violin

there really isn't substance found
in this room of prisms and light
just empty shadows left to fight

nor any magic to propound
want kerchief colorful kerchief
abra kadabra, fill the rift

it's all been spent on common ground
two hands clasp mutual respect
two hearts find a way to connect

time for a fracturing of sound
click click click and i'm almost home
tar paths offered for those that roam

a break from feelings kept in frown
daisies, tall grasses, yes meadows
miniature picket-fenced chateaus

messy sadness pulls round and round
potholes, smog, everything new
piled in ashes wanted by few

can't understand the black dog gown
too tight to remove, suffocates
missing it, i'm allowed, love waits

the heart wants what the heart wants now
beautiful sun rays through arms wrapped
around this troubled soul untapped

and sensibilities are drowned
only wave beats talk pressure pot
da dum da dum da dum is sought

Sunday, April 10, 2011


hover, hover, that's all you do.
you inhale the ground and the glue
and i'm gone, not even with you
puffs of dirt chew, puffs of dirt chew

chew, chew, on my aura and pain
slurping up what, of me, remains
sucked out of me all that was gained
weary mundane, weary mundane

mundane, mundane, your games within
stronger, smarter than what has been
I Rise, Shatter your evil grin
I always win, I always win.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

I Love

"A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge." ~ Thomas Carlyle

i love crisp-air rivers, brain science and rocks
i love wine and stars that twinkle; kissing you
i love making love and poetry and tic-tocs

i love drawing, writing, silence, but friends too
i love books with tea and sweet potato fries
i love coffee, misty-mornings, music and coos

i love trees, falling in love, dancing, and pies
i love sipping beer, picking flowers, sunshine
i love smoking cigarettes, but not goodbyes

i love freckles and reading between the lines
i love that you love me a million-one times


 "Hope is patience with the lamp lit." ~ Tertullian

As I age, patience seems to me an easier friend to call upon, but I always need to consciously remind myself of its benefits and its rewards. I've learned that distracting myself from things that I can do nothing about at the moment, makes time sweeter and life richer.

can't get here fast
enough for my use of
its benefits. please hurry up,
now please.


 "How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offense?" ~ Alexander Pope

you accuse and i deny
but guilt weighs me down
and i can't look you in the eye.
i trade my innocence of now
for my shame of then
and now it feels like
i've doubled my sin.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


"It may be, that the deep necessity of art is the examination of self-deception." ~ Robert Motherwell 

currents ricocheting off
each other; contriving,
tearing down, passing
information, rewiring,

multiplying and dying.
the survival tics,
creating the deceptions
reality fits.


"Contentment is, after all, refined indolence." ~ Thomas Chandler Haliburton

that beautiful place called contentment
circumvents my boulevard from time to time
eludes my compulsion for relaxation
and serenity comes to be but a wish

waterfalls soothe souls with silver ripples in
that beautiful place called contentment
complacency lounges on its creamy shores
equanimity swims with the dolphins there

when misery has been my master, i crave
its spray on my face, its air in my lungs
that beautiful place called contentment
might be a dream rather than a memory

the uneasiness of this world surrounds me
until i smell the flowers of repletion
bringing forth pleasurable awareness in
that beautiful place called contentment

Monday, April 4, 2011


"Every stress leaves an indelible scar, and the organism pays for its survival after a stressful situation by becoming a little older." ~ Hans Selye

s c a r e s


"Saying goodbye doesn't mean anything. It's the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it." ~ Trey Parker

the tears seem in endless supply
as she wishes the hurt away
the emptiness is nothing but a lie
the oppressive pain is present today

as she wishes the hurt away
she rocks herself back and forth
the oppressive pain is present today
and she wonders of her worth

Sunday, April 3, 2011


"What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes, and he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again." ~ Agnes Smedley

breathtakingly tender you touched
me waking an eagerness and such
those dormant longings were set free
ashes of it fall around me

the world continues to exist
so that this feeling will persist
yet i feel we willed it to be
ashes of it fall around me

intoxicatingly tragic
you spun your contrary magic
hypnotizing and i still see
ashes of it fall around me

breathtakingly tender you touched
ashes of it fall around me

Friday, April 1, 2011

Mud Puddles

"I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning." ~ Lance Loud

There are tears to be 
found in rainbows and beauty
in a mud puddle.