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.