Sunday, October 17, 2010

Evening of a writer 10/15/10

The clock was perfect.
Each hand rotated
in response to the other
--a random way
to track the day.
A simple metronome,
then the chorus,
trumpets roaring
…could almost see the shape of this exact time
this exact evening
how it fit into the all
yet rose above it.
Then the mundane
--a routine to tend to, a hand to lend you,
a vibrant face the color of marble
pressed against
cosmic space;
outlines in the sand
washed away
appearing again…
a holy mystery
written with a comic’s wit,
Arms on hips right hand holding chin,
...could be a reconfirguration,
An open face gazing up into the rain unflinching...

Monday, July 19, 2010

Right Before Go 7/14-19/10 1:26 AM

It’s the closing moments in the final seconds before the flame is out,
A minuet inspection of your inner self.
Stay with us now, its not much farther north.
Alternatively, the other plan is to pencil it out.
Just write, the voice repeats.
Quietly sneaking around to yell out loud.
Figure eight movements from the hips.
Shoulders up and down like the shape of a staircase.
Program this ace; reformat the formal way of happenings.
Tidy up the tide turning us over.
Opposite hand tight before the grasp.
Body squeezed in breath pushed out.
Crimson flames embody the sky.
Areas of the understood strike a chord.
Catapult us forward.
Send me on my way. Visit the maker again,
Before descending in to it’s deathly all knowing.
What causes the dirt to become angry?
And the sea to become weary.
The desert is hungry for the ocean once more.
As the jealous land underneath the water becomes tiresome of waiting.
When will the almighty hands of the implacable close.
Mollify the outcome to soften the landing for the stars.
Lava rocks rolling through the street children racing past.
To include all the animals would be such a grand task.
Expressive existence that at times seems lost.
Grate to finally meet you,
It is a shame you are not all that your cracked up to be.
Maybe you should have read the memo.
At least memorized the speech.
Maybe the people you hired.
Where a bit higher then you would have liked.
And if you blame them they will come,
At you with a hypocritical statement about such and such.
Therefore, the best thing to do is to fly with them.
Take a break from the pilot seat and have a nice laugh.
Live inside the squirrel house outside.
Calico colored leaves that smell like hazelnut.
A zero degree tolerance toward all of it.
How can you call your shadow a supernumerary.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Hungry Groundhog 7/10/10 7/10/10 7:21 PM

How far away are you?
As the approaching months, gather dust.
We silently select another choice.
A new experience that includes bravery and tenderness.
A Sweet salt water with a distinguishing taste.
Tongue dried out lips speckled with sand.
Hard to resist the temptation.
Easy to remind yourself of the experience.
Sit in silence underground away from light and sound.
Do it for ninety days.
Rejuvenation is a bowl of fruit,
Fall asleep in the fountain of youth.
Do not forget that moment of clarity you had.
Crystals soaking in sun rays.
So absorbent is the minds eye.
Sour stomach still upset from last night.
Trailing behind the finisher.
Like a Moth resting on an unplugged light.
Sun flares decorating the endless sky.
Seconds after the first bang another occurred.
Accurate curvature of a cave mans spine.
Fingers pressed through the apple.
No one has mentioned the date alignment of ten ten ten.
Arms lifting up then pulling down,
Screaming at the top of your lungs to open up and heal.
Old wounds that where left dormant in the darkest abyss.
A crawling feeling from with in your gut.
A sensation to explode your outer world.
Imagine a total stranger asking you to give them the will to live.
You look them in the eye and repeat I give you the will to live.
You hug them smile and go along on your way.
First look deep at your attention behind the hug.
The reflection in general.
Gentle now why put so much pressure on your chest.
Ripping out the rib cage of righteous perfection.
No wonder they would say that.
It’s a total stranger after all, or was it.
Now that we look back at the situation,
It begins to become a clear slate of significance.
Signs painted with red markings to indicate insignificance.
An informal way to deliver a confident remark.
Fit your hands around the glass and squeeze.
Not to hard though why cut your self.
Squeeze it just enough so that you heat it up.
Pay attention to detail so that you can remember how its done.
If it breaks fix it and if does not break use it again.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Common Day 7/1/10 7/1/10 4:13 PM

Calling on the common day,
Awaiting the reply.
In a time of turmoil turn over the dirt,
Stop the nonsense.
Too much noise for the ears to handle.
News coverage covering the dramatic events.
Rhythmic ripples in the waters pattern.
A serious hole found in the tree.
A nest for the bird.
Sampling sap from centuries ago.
Echoing chambers from the darkening whole.
Exuberant light lit up on high.
Not too long ago before, we flew our first kite.
Learned to turn a light bulb before there were candles.
For the night exchange momentary emotions.
I heard don’t shine out the light.
Slowly dropped from the sky, as if it was sitting,
Waiting preparing to fly.
Origami like hand gestures.
Mudras that resemble mountain ranges.
Fresh snow apples picked for dessert.
The grayish outline,
With every color ever witnessed living inside.
No longer back peddling under a bridge,
Sitting straight up with arms extended to live.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Grandmothers story 2/25/10 4/1/10 2:50 PM

Where did you passion go, did you trade it in for something new.
Are you able to allow it to transform with grace.
Here take a look in to my eyes.
Do you feel comfortable,
Are you having a hard time grasping the change.
Does it feel awkward and out of place.
Have you ever talked in your sleep.
Walked across mountains of snow covered peaks.
Sheets turned down for your convenience.
A serious roll of airline travel.
Networking but keeping your work force focused on the next.
Partial possibility to prosper by taking control of your life.
Do you miss the old you. Are you excited for the moment.
Did you know that the past controls the future and that the present controls the past.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Cooperating Elements 2/3/10 5:31 PM

Dear pink and blue ally.
What is it that creates such a drive ?
It is such an authentic feeling,
I wonder how did this arrive.
Where did the wind blow in from to create such a form.
Have you always felt this way.
Since birth the purpose has been clearly written.
From one hand to the next the pages filled.
Shaped in a soulful free forming nature.
Untreated or tainted by crude over usage.
Just the right amount.
Often empowered by the sound of circling water.
Some times over stimulated,
Creating a sense of sensory overload.
Realigned with the oh so serious sense of self.

Knowing The Know of knowing 1/22/10 2/3/10 5:31 PM

Unscrambled Delirium 8/12/09-8/13 2/3/10 5:31 PM

Can you predict the speed of your travels ahead.
Half way to the moon, hand cobra feed.
Lost solider said right at the end, of an up coming turn.
Fork in the road yet the food was all burned.
Crumbling empire rebuilt from the stalk.
Apologize ridiculed

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Exuberant Rush 1/15/10 5:26 PM

Both shoes are tied tight, well lose in the beginning.
But now they are tied in knots,
Not double though at one point they where always doubled.
Seems more fitting that the laces get more attention.
The build up of excitement almost creates a calm feeling.
A sense of surety to release any and all attachment.
Thankful gratitude fills my core.
A agonic apology to any and all those that may not understand.
Talk to the angels that care about me unconditionally.
They fully understand the essence of love.
The beating of the heart and its guidance.
The fulfillment of eagerness and its wanting.
Desire driven to protect and provide.
Some will say it is the stars that create that wave ,
And its incredible creative current of happiness.
Clear eyes open oval ovaries of Variety.
Rationing out what is left in the garden.
Grandfather hands so excited to hold the talking stick.
To provide for his grandchildren and to re-use the rain drops.
Collecting literature for you, reading it bit by bit.
Regaining the knowledge that once slipped through the cracks.
Curving around the outline of her facial design.
Give me the chance to remind, you have I ?
Do you remember when I looked in to the clouds.
I saw my brothers silhouette ghost like.
Perfect picture of him and his son.
They where in the sky looking at me.
So clear that all I could do was cry. Cry from joy,
From the fulfilling feeling of laughter for the mystery.
Making love to the stillness of everything and the word yes.
Dust off the old tennis shoes that are tied up in the closet.
It’s time to play, to run through grave yards again.
Speak in a new tonality, filter out that which is not,
Consistent and authentic to me.
You can share my ideas, do you understand that through my eye’s
I reflect you, you do yes, that is so great to know.
So therefore have them,, here they are yours now.
Clarity Is creating that home for us.
Both feet in, washing the bottom of your hard working heels.
So sweet, never before this day have I felt this rush.
Beyond tender affection the passionate romantic desire.
Beyond the sexual attraction and that elicits deep interests.
The enthusiasm, the affectionate word, mercy grace charity,
For all of humanity, we worship the adoration.
Kindness, outside my window thousands of feet about the ground.
Lovat muted dusty green and blue,
Dust so clean we celebrate its organic nature.
Open, fresh secure in curiosities section on the plane.
Yes it has it’s own area, why would you doubt that.
Out with the late night camp fire before sleeping.
If something happened where a spark leaped out of the fire pit.
Never would I want to hurt an animal.

Monday, January 18, 2010

We are in side here 1/10/11/10 4:12 PM

The time is different from where we are now.
Now we are their and the time is now.
Of course the exciting fun will always provide.
On the side of the road 8 horses wait.
Questions in an accent while on the way.
Looking for a sanctuary where koalas stay.
About two hours from Brisbane to Byron Bay.
Sun seems stronger here.
Big things on the horizon.
Earth shakes no longer.
She begins to adjust and shift changing climate.
He welcomes the commitment to companionship.
Countless hours spent counting the seconds.
Words become minutes hours are paragraphs.
Dialogue from creator back to creator.
Exchanging characteristics of incredible creativity.
Knowing that indefinite differences in others exist.
Fluctuating intention on certain subjects.
Focused driven to expand beyond.
Becoming the ever present, self master of will.
One willing to speak in the language of the bird.
Breathing in the world around us and praising its life force.
Proposition to postulate the problem.
It must be the mind of a genius to see that.
Heard with such clarity that the wind whispers reminders.
A society who’s highest aspirations are duck hunting.
Hiding from the hierarchy of simplicity.
A hello from a certain landscape design.
A child like presence a preservation of a tribe.
A tribe who’s drums sound like cave echoing halls.
And hands claps accompany the bouncing tone’s off the wall.
Warriors training flames holding a stillness to there movement.
The intricateness of a willow’s willingness to remain whole.
A single filament that filtered the forgotten meaning of mitosis.
Remember every amber burns with divine diligence .
I thank you for directing my attention to the core.
Your obvious obsession with observation is like that of my own.
As a young child running through the forest.
Impressed by the pride of loving focus.
A torch lit covered in mother of pearl, moonstone and fire opals,
Design of the open lotus in Quan Yin’s hands.
Pouring out salvations last sip of sensuality.
Taking heed and action.
Providing the layers of beauty to be seen.
Peeling back the artificial and unauthentic.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Curling lucid, Fingers 12/11/09 3:52 PM

I truly do as true as you that is.
Is it that thing you do that piece you give.
A face appears inside your eye lids.
A rising tide of inner guidance.
As the moon sets our shadows dance.
A potters wheel spins as her fingers curl.
I can feel your breath spiral down my neck.
Dragons kiss in mid flight.
Purple black shimmering light.
Formless fortitude, inspired by the service.
The force that directs you toward the universe.
A different version of your own interpretation.
Recognized and remembered ancestor teachings.
Inquiry has been showing me so much lately.
Like low hovering clouds full of crystal clear water.
Provided nourishment through the collective.
Millions of different elements combine.
Synergistic resources, synergism.
Interaction of human will and divine grace.
Interesting result in cooking one oh one.
Driving past a space called confusion hill.
Meditating on a field in Ireland.
Grass feed by the moisture from the mountain air.
Wild Buffalos drink from the lake.
An offering made of red clay awaits.
Hands wrinkle around mine.
I will cup you this last drop,
That falls from the one Red Woods last leaf.
I inhaled the burning essence of plant life.
I breathed it through my chest.
Opening becoming an entrance.
I exhaled in to the sky neck back.
I pushed the air around me up in to the center.
Up through the tree from the inside.
Swirling mixing with the almost frosty oxygen.
Orgasmic gasps of freshness.
Fortunate to find the solitude in you.
Solidarity sweet smell of similarity.
Thank you Grandfather Tree,
For inviting me over.
Though the signs we cross our boarders.
Open pastures of purity may they never run dry.
Softness like a hug from a cloud in the sky.
Massage your foot for awhile.

Monday, December 7, 2009

A story through your eyes 12/06/09 11:19 AM

Thank you for understanding how to play.
How to relate to the child in me.
Speaking with direct assertive empowerment.
Being in love with the shifting change.
Inscribing along the side of a mountain range.
High cliffs climbing up a waterfall.
Jumping off the ledge in to a pool of calm warm water.
Awaiting your arrival, it welcomes you in.
The smell of cloves incense and cinnamon.
A full feeling that never fades.
Adjustments continually made.
Proper care and internal focus.
Supporting the process of feedback.
Learning how to co-relate with another’s addictions.
Catching your self in the act of acting not your self.
Outside perspective on your own personality traits.
Clear vision, beginning from with in.
In the unlabeled land of the living dead.
Bleached white Spanish rice.
Never settle for less, at the expense of stress.
Impressed by your sent, as our aromas mix.
Your formula for combing oils.
An order of respect selfless intent.
The vastness of the universe.
In order upon the drawing board.
A vortex of emotions in a funnel of songs.
Spirit connecters, wind under the wing.
Forgiving gravity for holding you down.
Give me a break all I wanted to do was fly.
So thank you gravity you’re a great teacher.
That’s funny to me, crossing the Washington Oregon border.
Vancouver’s right around the corner.
Sorry Portland I blame it on my agent.
Show booked four months before I knew I had a show.
It’s already May again, I remember what October means.
Mother born on Halloween, living the gypsy life of a Queen.
Rose quarts white gold black diamond Necklace.
Royal treatment for sharing the secret.
Looking up in to the horizon I swear I can see Chicago.
What would Yoko Ono Lennon do?
Iron out this suite for me please. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Another night at Queen Elizabeth’s, MontrĂ©al to Massachusetts.
Solutions for a sovereign nations depression.
What prints are pressed in this imprint of less then.
Incredible tension released through suggestion.
The fabric the quilt, the holiest yield eye’s of wonder.
Fearlessly terrified to go beyond the ceilings highest highs.
Hug me now, hold me . I know what we are capable of.
Love, some one once said we control us.
Subversive versions of various visions.
Ideas dealing with thought.
Lets meet at the corner and together we can turn.
Strengthening the bond with guidance and innate essence to learn.