Tuesday, August 28, 2012

What are you thinking?...

I see faces in everything around me
Figure forms agree
Tugging toward breathing life
 Cities hear, trees whisper
There is something growing near
Twisting time and curving railways
We can make something feel more real than real
Carry the paperweight, lift the kite
It is our birthright to delight

Skeleton whiskey drink
Searching for links
Shifting into inter play
Pressing ink to the page
It's time to move off stage
Sit within and rearrange
Hold me accountable and hold me
I just like beauty

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Electric pathway...

 Neon leap into the steep
Waking from unknown sleep

Blowing bubbles into the wind
Left with nothing but a grin

Electric pathway opened within.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Nature of Daylight...

 Built to carry guilt
Words play of a proper way
To let go is to let go-
Bringing awareness to stiff static
Releasing charged energy of havoc
I know it hurts to let go
Reach to the unknown
Drink from an empty bowl
Let your body carry you down
Listen to flowing impulse
Veins trace our hearts
Take your time

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Everything's fine...

photo by Kyle Corea
Timing in two worlds
Running round and still running
Greened brick might make me slip
But I need to taste the bounded rays

Midnight dreams timed with late night memos
You have always been my fellow

Decisions that have decided to stick
Every moment fades into a trick
Swallowing the daze of this phase

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Bee sting...

I was stung by a bee
And everyone seemed to notice but me
Solid in my solace
Your commotion created chaos
Turning the moment to a prick-
I felt the stinger stick--
Still numb with boredom
I never feared if the bee neared
But everyone else appeared and cleared

Mayans say bees bridge the way
Between the natural world and the underworld
But I am somewhere in between
Stuck in motifs of brief beliefs
Dear Bee, do you wish to say something to me?
Or did you simply wish to flea free?

Friday, August 17, 2012


my photo SF
my photo SF
my photo SF

Release these pages and let them flutter
They will write regardless of your stutter
Mindless ideas pulse like-
Feathers in the wind--

There is glow in the hidden moon of day
Release these blessings and begin to pray
Linked by wire paint
Every moment worshiped as saint
Between heart strings of unseen divine
I have chosen to resign

I do not know.
I do not need to know.
I can only do my part
Which is to follow this heart
Sending waves of love to those I see
I have chosen to release me

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Morning motions...

Fresh wash over me
Step out into reaching branches
Holding might
Opening the dust to ray shine
We can believe it's finding way
Today is a day
Today is the day
Today filled with morning motions
Today begin to rise