Monday, August 12, 2013

Water me...

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Michael Wolf
Lauren Davison
Jeff Simpson
James Nizam
via enjoythesilence
 Letting the feeling of feeling show outside
Rushing into moments made over swings
Lean back, hold tight, closed eyes
Leg patterns ask air to lift me higher
Blood filled hands throb
I promise I can grow tall

Tinkering chain links
Twirling fading flowers
Street hand dancing to speckled street light
Cans and the forgotten
There to witness me

I like this lingering that slowly lets out
Only pieces of a full dance
I thought I was scared to be
But I think it's the tension that fuels me

I am falling into place
Water me

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Joni Mitchell...

Fabien Raclet
Faber Franco
Bernhard Pras
via Bohemians Banquet
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Joni has stories of love
Sips their sweet taste
Soaks up moments into melody
But she has a destiny

Had to choose her own way
For her great grandmother
Her grandmother
And all the women in her family
Who never had the chance 
Generations past
Now she is the present cast

Duty to choose the restless
Desire to move toward the bitter edge
She sat in between
Only knowing the unseen

Take away the need for urgency
There is never certainty
Letting the timing find its path
No need to concern outside of this-
Everything is an offering not to miss

Magic asks for patience
It will find the perfect occasion
So let pain cry and smiles pray
Inspiration lives in everyday

Friday, August 2, 2013

Street talking...

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Pete Zab
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Greg Kadel
Stood round the mandala made of chalk
Listened to all the souls that talk
A decade of poetry confession
Lifting myself out of every discretion
Eager to share my own self expression

Homeless, drunks, artists, old, and wise
Here there is no prize for disguise
Willing to wear my anger proud
Still need to remember to project sound loud
Fist pump and snap to somber melody
Medicine derived from brevity

Cab driver hearing my rhyme-
Would you like to go out sometime?
I'd like to hear you speak more poetry-
Perhaps over coffee or tea?
What else do you write?
Do you bring other subjects to light?

Unfortunately the men tend to inspire me
First fruit trees then faded debris
Romantic poems of despair
Whatever I decide feels unfair
I've got to get out and try something new
Life has got plenty color to chew
I see details where no one else looks
Time to take this vision to the books

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Chalice cup...

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The voice always stood silently beside
I liked to pretend it would hide
Letting fate twist against mind made matter
I kept looking outward toward all the clatter

Earring backs prick
Jealousy of vomit sick
Fuck it and quit
Remember to sit

Waver in the day as memories play
Wonder what I don't know
Have plenty I don't show

Reread old poetry
Found past stories within me
Feelings of walking stairs in moist tears
Now back and still filled with fears

Old habits begin to clear
Making the decision to steer
Can't give myself up
Stand and hold the chalice cup