Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Eye’s on top 7/24/-7/27-09 4:08 PM

I can see now how, I may be escaping the city.
Removed words actions that place us back.
Understandable imagery visual speech.
High school memories carbon copy footprints.
Sand stuck between the toes inside the socks.
What’s this thing you called a habit.
Habitual art form that exceeds past others.
Why so blue, you could blame it on the sky.
Soaking underneath purple rain drops.
Hazy afternoon clouds have all dissipated.
The Sun brought light and the sentiment of encouragement.
My words are deciphered by eyes in London.
Out of the ashes came the phoenix rising in the sky in Ashland.
Palm size turtles racing up your arm.
Tiny little reptilian smiles in the eyes of the looker.
Above the warm receiver lays an energetic man.
Her eyes mirroring down through his tired yet powerful body.
Talking with big words that barley fit in the vocabulary.
Layer upon layer removing old articles of clothes,
Gorgeous scene surreal feeling lowering your blocking hand.
Only for a moment in such a fast passed world,
Can leave you knocked out or up or in or out.
Knowing Angels care for you, that the dead dream of you.
Your intuition is a direct channel to the universal mother board.
Layer upon layer the structure is redefined.
For ever changing in the riddling tide.
Four Triangles all facing each other with a Candle In each.
Slow steady breath while your spirit transcends speech.
Clouds lifting like symmetrical shapes.
Playful imagery that I am you mentality.
Careful trusting that your loves as bright as mine.
Yet how do you know if you have never taken the chance.
To peak over the mountain in order to advance.
A stampede of wild bison roaring toward the river base.
Starving bear cubs awaiting to eat.
Even the smallest piece of meat will be a feast.
Sacred geometric crop circle patterns are only a taste.
Triple stacked homes built in geodesic dome shapes.
Polygons decorated with many varied colors.
Like prayer flags from Tibet.
Set up in Georgia.
Bottles overflowing with compassionate liquid.
Passing by historical sites.
Water stagnant but only for a short time.
A rock was skimmed across the top,
Creating ripples in the core.
Fire breaths in side me,
Together the wind and I speak.
We tell each other secrets that we don’t need to keep.
It’s not out of jealously but out self we seek.
As if you where walking in my shoes while I was sound asleep.
Silent owl speaking and asking for the rain.
Butterflies above me create music well acclaimed.
Sipping red sitting with in the center again.
White dove with a black back drop
Black crow with a white back drop.
Tight tank top.
Two cups of the best stuff on earth.
Made by nature to avoid the curse.
What is worth more, choice or freedom.
Or is freedom choice.
Animalistic urges exist,
Evolution will point at what permanent is.
A pecan apple pie made with a lemon twist.
A seven out of ten is better then a 3 out of 5.
How does that work, who knows who the majority is.
If the man wasn’t counting and judging with a stick.
Slick oil paintings creating rainbows that reside.
In the heart of hearts of a passer bye.
The answer to why had to do with the moon and the tide.
The feeling of the ocean or a pool and a stream,
The lake, river, and sea connects with the smallest creek.
Diving boards made in Italy seem to have a great spring.
But the combination of more then one can be a sure thing.
Percolating kettle with slow roasting tea inside.
I think so, could be mistaken thought it was egg plant.
Ended up being bacon. Flesh standing naked.
Awaken making memories answers like eight balls shaken.
Tip toe through the vacant hallway of hero’s.
Full of those who taught, some unknowing.
Teachers taking on the task to reflect the process.
Of becoming an adult and wearing our costumes.
Accustomed to change by evaluating problems.
Little lesson by the wise women sitting on the bench.
Who only leaves for memories she left to dry on the fence.
Hence the lengthy answer that she bravely left.
When asked the simple question about what love truly is.
She raised her hand and shook it as if doing a little dance.
Smiled in perfection humbled by her spine.
The alignment and connection she felt in the divine.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Intoxicating Rhythm 7/22/09 8:00 AM

Time Now, I have thought of that before,
Read it placed it down, in between dotted lines.
Connected dots that have lead me home.
Left me in the essence of a rhythmic poem,
With swift limerick like little licks under the cheek bone.
Extracted exactly five lines in a row,
White roses for healing,
Healthy living elevates the entire existence of people.
The humans being the epitome of the planet.
Planetary alignment imbedded in our memory.
A unfolding for centuries.
Stretched out along the pool,
Right knee slightly bent over left.
Head turns to the right,
Scans the cosmos back up around again,
The other side a silhouette perfect symmetrical pattern
Neck and head re connect to trunk and spine,
Legs relax as eyes do the walking,
Starting to open then becoming shut,
A thousand Jolt’s of electricity can’t open them up.
Cut off from the sing along, for being off key.
Thrown out of class for wanting to be free.
I haven’t even put it up yet.
Placed down what’s next, awaiting for your arrival.
This time with no special effects.
Organic and pure with the ability to adapt.
Snap faster then a synapse, lighting strike wink of an eye.
All things considered I am a drummer man.
Runner of salvations will.
A farmer raising his poems as if they are children of the sea.
Dancing in the Pitch black with Music just right,
Eyes wide open, In the surreal void of sleep that sneaks upon.
Do I need to ask or will you let me know.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Align me with you 7/20/09 8:23 AM

The stars did their part,
It was never there responsibility in the first place.
All that was asked was for compassion to last.
Fully excel in the field of dreaming.
Day by day moving closer toward the center.
Once again as if the door swung open for you.
Not a secret but a experience that transcends.
Fingers and hands swelling up.
The point of rapture only rubbing the foot.
Heels need loving to.
Don’t get lost in the mix.
Send me a note some time.
Lets have a conversation about flying.
Loving becoming, evolving together.
A community of people who have excepted a shift.
Sat for hours awaiting the gift.
Pushed it to the maximum came up short then readjusted.
Lifting limits like don’t be so tart.
Got a intense taste for Watermelon’s and grapes.
Sugar coated body parts awaiting for you to eat.
Enjoy the flavor for it may run out.
I can trust that it will suite your needs.
Fit you so perfect that its hard to believe..
Want it again but please be free.
Free from concerns of what tomorrow may bring.
Your cup is full and has no leaks.
Your tongue is potent and ready to speak.
Eye’s like key’s that can unlock your soul.
Kind of ironic how we can flirt together.
At the waters edge with one foot in.
Rushing past our present moment.
Wings from her back slowly open.
Coated in the exploration of being airborne.
I am a ghost like being.
A emotional ocean of opportunity.
From a bare naked stem came a thousand branches.
Each branch reaching further then the next.
Safety nets made for the adventure.
Clever steps in to forever.

Friday, July 17, 2009

A Possibility Conceived 7/11/09-7/17-09 2:04 PM

The Wheels changed a bit,
Depending on the amount of time spent spinning.
Never really the same as the first round.
More Wheels then feet could be a possibility.
Light skin fair complexion.
Bartering system.
Thanks father for the tip,
Advice toward development.
Always through love sacrifice and intent.
Pass and go, familiar memory.
Heavenly tear drops falling from a lotus stem.
The image of joy pure enjoyment from our souls evolving.
Lava creates it’s path desire and fate relax.
Love is a permanent pass.
Like Mother Earth and her vast expansive beauty.
Luna’s hands hypnotically shifting the tides.
The water that feeds us and keeps us alive.
Her haven of burden free majestic mahogany reflective.
Fiery eye’s inspiring spring to blossom once again.
Collective fear removed on a daily Un-describable exchange.
Strange fruit party full moon style.
Rock and roll wild stallion roller coaster rocket fuel.
Japanese architecture the ticket to your proper placement.
Professional sushi chef.
Chief of the village lavish visions sightings of angelic creatures.
Racing ground birds passionately laughing.
Arial view of a golden areola.
Blatant spankings for you under the blanket.
Or above hide and seek she said this is epic.
What a place to be, Islands passing under our feet.
Sinking sipping swallowing the whole community.
Halos half way around our heads.
Heating up from the passing of the sun.
A radical mythological theory,
Of what a hero could have been.
A single sentence can sway the stadium.
Per sway the genius to appear.
Flesh to flesh in the eyes of peace.
Isometric focus in-tune to help receive.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Your Date and Time 7/8/09 6:30 PM

Computer, computer data saved.
Creator, creator can’t be caged.
Savior the lingering breath from her lips.
Squeezing the salt water over the ridge.
Hawaii awaits your return,
Like sunflowers awaiting the waters reply.
Parallel roots like hands surfacing flesh.
Close enough to touch,
Close enough to know the union does exist
Here is an example.
Written with your hand in mind.
Heart dream trust.
It’s that hard surfacing volcano.
Flower pollen landing anti pollution serum.
Reverse verses reverberate with reason.
Ask and you shall receive.
A garden full of opportunity.
Musically making love to the muse in me.
Harmonious connection.
Natural surreal revelation.
The greatest feeling that has ever been felt.
Don’t think for a second that my mind won’t reflect,
Cross over the dotted lines only to inspect.
Ginger snap, fingers interlace.
Living room fires awakening those asleep.
Out side of what is inside of what we face.
Two together creating breath.
Union they speak of , the mass marketing media.
Man and women or women and man,
Shifts in the paradigm now every one scram.
Ram against hills and winds that sway.
Through developing valleys form June till May.
How can we miss home, its like waiting for the connection.
Anticipate a Italian anti pasta or pro spaghetti.
Clouds fill slowly day by day,
Waters becoming colors solidified.
Place this lens of mine in your eyes for a moment.
Take a nice quite long loud look through.
Shimmering shine.
Sophisticated cascade of emotion.
My hands are only that much bigger then yours.
Or equal or less there of.
Switch this lens you look through.
We started to escape to find our selves loving it.
Cape in full effect darting across the speed way.
Floating over the busy streets.
Crawling along the voice you recognize.
Incognito genuine work reflected.
Less then the first half but more then the whole.
Entrance or exit they slip through the mold.
It, oh little it skipped across the cob webs.
Cosmic thought process.
Soaking in the woven fabric of tomorrows flag.
She stood stagnate at the edge of mutiny.
Not refusing but not pursuing.
From a pagans view that puritan.
Was more devilish then one could admire.
Take for instance the word polysemy.
It means cow, wait it means truth,
Or maybe it means ladder.
Could be a cart wheel in to a mouse hole.
Red wood Curve moon bow style.
Bravery.
Caterpillar crawling up the stairs.
Sure thing to take flight by nine or so.
Impressive criticism for empowering growth.
Next level dream time shift.
Shattering mirrors of insecurities.
Courageous confidence created.
Established return of fire and reason.
Bee and pollen the ripest fruit.
The intention of joy-full experiences.
Full embraced expression of exuberance.