Showing posts from April, 2009

A vase Full 4/20/09 3:41 PM

This is a non evasive form of communication.
To the point of relaxation.
With a fitting focus on syllable punctuation.
Imagine the layering levels of green foliage.
Waves of heat felt through your pores.
A soaring hawk, seagull pigeon praying mantis.
A welcome mat with your name on it.
An impressive magic carpet.
Impressing the impressed.
Intending to express the expression.
Latitude tilting over the sea saw seat again.
Feet to feet I am your friend.
Extensive examples inward I admit.
Out word I transmute.
Absolute missing link who’s always home.
A late night that’s not so late according to this poem.
Honoring the strength.
In Australia I am caressing your chest.
Admiring your eyes and how they sing to me,
Rings around your fingers of lovers to come.
Have in the past and will in the future.
Frozen in medusa’s glace,
The look of Romance, seduction.
Allowing words to willingly seduce you.
Karma Sutra on the mother ship.
Eye contact like a silent kiss.
A wild loud laugh at how thin the ic…

Questions of handwriting 4/13/09-4/19/09 9:47 PM

Standing hand writing,
Verse standard you mean.
Yes of course,
Very good now future.
Raise your hand. Again further toward.
A shining star in cupids arms.
Wind reacts like a muscle spasm.
In love with passion.
As if a owls wings where spread.
Coal outlines the train tracks of a windy road.
Bizarre and out of no where comes a blizzard.
Dragging bags behind to leave a track.
Heading toward the sun on a sleepless route.
Dragons and ducks chased by dogs.
Like the Winnemucca mountain side.
Where valleys hills and eagles glide.
Sufficient nutrients enough to sustain life when the weathers dry.
Handing over your ideas.
Trading gold for a smile.
Solid structure swapped for a more liquid like substance.
Alchemy always reminds us that the ideals for our desires,
Are always the same,
Only thing different is through the thought of time they change.
A more modern way to say it,
To get my own attention by staying attentive.
Stylistic style points for stalling the rhyme.
Poetically speaking it is all…

Inspiring Flower 4/11/09-4/12/09 6:38 PM

Inspiring spring.
Inspiring view.
In the spirit of the word it’s self.
The fascination of coloring out side the lines.
Filling in the contour with your color of choice.
Voicing your opinion on the seeds of recognition.
Polishing the bronze balance beam we dream on.
Rock faces with bell shape edges.
Rose quartz placed through out the house,
Sounds take on the form of music,
Formless like passion.
Dancing reflection in the back of your eyes,
Fortified by the fire side.
Hindsight bright and visible.
Signal the firefly’s to continue.
Looping figure eights around you.
Curvature like a river in the moon light.
The Back drop a forest field of evergreens.
That distant vision that surreal unknown.
Inches away from the taste of purity.
Your own sense of comfort fit to your needs.
Wish please hush puppy when chasing the ball.
Fill your life with all your heart desires.
Be comfortable fully embrace your embodiment.
The simple feeling of fitting in to the formation.
A massive weig…

The Loud Sound that Love makes 4/2/09 1:10 PM

The rippling flag, parallel to the ocean surface.
Evenly exchanges its somber relation with the wind.
A channeling challenging alliance of aligning.
Only challenge a mile high rock formation.
Made of bits and pieces of mortar.
Oil shapes with rainbow hues.
Plymouth Indiana,
Mushroom usage mixed with a caffeinated beverage.
Very different perspective then one may assume.
At least a lot has changed in the past few years.
A few to you might mean two, but a few to me might be three.
Such a silly difference in the dynamics of a variable.
Young manic man pacing from window to wall.
From door to floor.
Cleaning in a hypnotic ritual, I wish you well.
You wished upon a falling star.
Arms relaxed words changing form in hyper speed.
Light bounces of the lip stick on the bottom of your upper lip.
A sure fire starter in a crowd of wild brush.
The rush of charging forward.
Awaiting patiently at the door step.
Silhouettes speaking in tongue with your shadow.
Angels and ghost sharing their halos.

The Unsatisfied Wonder 3/31/09-4/1/09 2:21 PM

Forgive me for calling you out.
It is as if you where expecting it all along.
Deep in the back of your subconscious.
Where the monsters sleep.
Where the nightmares take advantage of you.
I am happy to say I am nightmare free.
Yet for some strange reason they appear on TV.
Eyes open to absorb the trouble of another.
Don’t take it personal.
That’s the mantra of a traveling man.
You ask for the question why.
Do we remember when we where younger.
When we use to admire the stars more often.
Smoke fills the air and every pore of your skin.
Slowly the sage leafs burn to the end.
Cleaning the soul aging with grace.
Stepping in to the future the venture.
Advancing in to the adventure.
Angels sitting on the waters edge.
Day dreaming about the night.
A slice of peace seen in a crescent moon.
An ancient tomb hand crafted,
Carved along the emerald imbedded outline.
Horse prints left in the snow.
Five small rings of fire surround the house.
As the cold desolate snowflakes fall.
Melting as they meet …