Wednesday, December 18, 2013

tonto rides again part 3

a rain on
my head
curves down its surface
into little hearts and minds
but still wanting in mystery

a call telling
to love yourself from
deep below the flowers
pushing up through dreams that seem
sweet and
worthy of life  


Sunday, December 8, 2013

it's hard to keep the sun from shining

And she turned away in the quiet way of
consciousness awakening from dreams
covered in shadows

into a lake of night
left behind as dreamy explanations
and  me that I should fall so far into this quite
gently simply


Saturday, November 30, 2013

Unmanned Moon

man left on the moon
oven cooked  
new moon
pails of music
and a music spoon

over the red  tree


Saturday, November 16, 2013


she had the writer's heart
an eternity stretched like lover's lies
like longing makes a story true

Sometimes is a person longing for things
to be as they had been before
a noonday sun based on memories   we all
 have stories


Saturday, November 2, 2013

Odds of writing the same poem twice

colder than snow
falling in ice

A sky
Tonight mixed with words wet as
floating on the ocean


Thursday, October 24, 2013

The Peanut Butter Cat

Peanut Butter Cat  2013


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Like there might be write poetry

I love you as the plant that grows
 without water or sunlight

and in the sky you hold up
you lift me up above my dark whispers
as waves gather up and curl
before crashing on the shore

 Your love fills me like the sea fills the low parts on earth
and on top of the ocean blows the endless love of your voice


Saturday, October 5, 2013

tiner tinger

Your Peaceful Voice

oceans of space to love
more porous than dreams
quietly passes over me
like dawn in waves


Saturday, September 14, 2013

who wins tonight

as shadows disappear
into the shadow residing
in the feathering edges
of reasons given in to

the wind slowly
dissolving me

I find you far off
into a godless sky
and my heart quickens
with possiblity
burned into me

is this passing image here
inside the interruption

the still wanting
the simple price
of transformation

as a tree still
I feel the birds listen
as your soul sings
in my heart
It's just a funny thing
love does
to straighten
out the universe


Saturday, September 7, 2013

not that i know anyone but

It's really hitting me lately how everyone with the same first name acts so very much the same
in so many ways so very much like one another


Saturday, August 31, 2013

the real heroine dynasty

I can't do this anymore
it's too quick mannered
when just a second used to be so long

a song for living
a pecan tree
In front of steps one two  three

I bared my mind of
pointlessly pointing
so beautiful even so
here for me


Sunday, August 18, 2013

When you were born

when you were born the souls of the planets
moons and sun
stopped and rearranged
themselves in a special pattern
that kisses your neck gently
along your collarbone
one by one


Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The one second baby

behind the grey voices
behind the
pools of warm grey shadows

.more pools of warm grey shadows


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Scene From Pages One

fall  whispers 
like a determined
trip or a place I can't name
born into dreams that drift
things I'm afraid of  
beige waves 
planted in opposite quadrants of the earth


Sunday, August 4, 2013

bird person of the cardboard house

Once I pecked out your blue eyes

Is it really us in a dream
are we ourselves
or not? 


Thursday, July 25, 2013

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You are on paper
bold and known
chosen or not
in the transparency of a light fog
with white coated words


Friday, July 19, 2013

jingle bells cheeseburger

Like a stone with its
angled proportions
included in it and solid through my being

smaller than a pin's point  Very Slightly Included the shape of how light enters and leaves on this night
and then he stopped her in her tracks lost in the truth of innocence
without fault  it's like gold she said or elsewhere she stopped 
wait for me
and in a final word
caught in her unique signature


Thursday, July 18, 2013

another failed razz on now

the moon is near for us
  for me and you 
moving through mountains
soon to appear

  sailing into place
and that feels right
  in its shade
  and shadow
 all through this night
  buoyant  and stirring
in nature and manner
ring a ling long
gone now


Saturday, July 13, 2013

the ruling of cloud 9

with our found memories
snuggle birds, clearing the ice
fourth dream of the night
clear from their minds
everything related to the past


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The big inning

This stream has stretched
into an ocean
into the widest of seas

the beginning how one can be
faintly bright
in this darkness
walking through 
the city of big innings


Sunday, July 7, 2013

I knew that was up there

within Love and the
better  matters

Saturday, July 6, 2013

swinging through the carnival of air

The road ahead
empties into
the sky
What's loved and lost
left spilling into an ocean
sinking down tides pink purple and blue
like wet sea flowers beside a human
describing movement with still images


Sunday, June 30, 2013

Drink Recipe: Riviter's Friend

4 oz. dark coffee  
2 teaspoons brown sugar
2 1/2 oz. milk
1/4 oz. Vodka

This drink came from right before the Great Depression. It was used to keep the liquor tolerance
from rising. The theory was that if you drank a little liquor in the morning and then waited
at least until around dinner time to drink, then your body wouldn't build up a tolerance.


Friday, June 28, 2013

toilet cat #4 ( there is no no.2)


Tuesday, June 25, 2013

from the pantry


Sad ocean urged into
a faded sky
a quiet reproach of clouds
The vast night shivers
bone cold, deep, and
blue, as the universe’s ghost
walks by


Saturday, June 22, 2013

at the edge of the thought of meditation

the truth beneath the sky
evolves across a
distance of light
and again this

rising and falling in stillness and quiet
just as you do

what practice
leaning back slightly
it's okay to
remind my ears 
I lessen 
senses gone
so way inside me that I can't end this

Friday, June 21, 2013

double now times four

as showers stall the afternoon
and heartbeats rock between the
soft gray lights 
only once didn't mean I won't forget
the absence of things
holding upon me
this world
more still than
before I wrote this


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

part of the forgotten shadow

 eventually comes
 rain  to fall
on all the no longer needed words
un-erasable without tears


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

perth antoine

the beautiful uncertainty of
a horizonless fog is hanging
a dreamy jacket
over melted shadow
like words wearing sunglasses
removing days from the calendar


Sunday, June 9, 2013

close in a few ways

Sky spreads
looking through the lens of sea and fog
how much gold is in the sun
below rain and dreams

wonderful islands nobody owns
between the pages
that were made truly good
how fast  moves

I'll be In the stands
close in a few ways
Whenever you wanted to look
here there one or nothing  


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Post Title

how being in a daydream for more than
whenever is like being in love

a thousand years
as it is 
like to be in love with someone who
lives in a different world
the unheard voices
of a swan
you may have seen by the lake 

How I must be moving in a story
and the generation whose

  moon dyed its

all heating this night
like a heart ripped
out of fire


Wednesday, May 29, 2013


What will nature bring atop these memories
besides the enduring aroma of mellow morning air

  a wind blown tent
Tilling calm rivers lakes and seas

Supplying the Antique sky with a 
a ceiling of non occurring clouds

Tuesday, May 28, 2013


Like how the rain and sadness go together


Sunday, May 26, 2013

to flower343

we will meet in a dark and handsome feeling
with hymn sung songs hummed for the moment
That feeling there is a too sweet.
flash night heat lightning
pointed my heart in your direction

through the wide opening
barely wide open

And, in this every moment good thunder clap
I am moved slash advised to go around   ten year  mornings without color 
as the leaves leave the atmosphere cool to dry
on the Wind blown ground 

from within I climax
oblivious in the surging waves
drenched by the breath of a million tiny lips and mouths
whispering breathing in the ocean between our skin
symphonic soul burning flirtatious whispers
poetry obscured by
quaking vibrations 
falling like two tangled leaves off a cliff
into the mouth of the spraying waterfall


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

my feet forgot both up and down

spark said
leak softly over borders  
mixed from dreams all together.

Never closer from I
You may be 
last or only 

seep slowly out like
questions and dreams
Never closer
than my own empty skin


Monday, May 20, 2013

most possible

clouds we planted in the sky
flower like the eyes of heaven
breathing in our heart like summer
  true beneath the sky
evolving slowly into night
rising and falling
dreaming in the
stillness and quiet


Thursday, May 9, 2013

air fall

in each year and out
the other
no one
now is the old who

waiting in the wake  
of always feeling
voices sparkling with eyes  
bursting through air time after all 


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

On Something

Now I don't understand
about making a living or
 how so many do it

I just laughed, felt down then I laughed
again at something

So feelings change I thought
and I feel good and bad at the same time
I want to feel X way
You want to always feel good or neutral
all the time and
you don't like feeling bad
You can feel a little bad
or not think about it when you re busy
with something else.

"I will never smile again" I think, and
that brings a laugh


Friday, May 3, 2013

The day after: Switching from an iphone to the Galaxy s4

I din't know what would happen

after the unboxing
I notice it weighs less
 delicate yet earthy

someone asked     What do you have there
in a strange deep imaginative way
but I can no longer answer

 now I am a galaxy s4



Sunday, April 7, 2013

hard to say

how light enters and
winds through the woods
and into its skin
at times impossibly cloudy
and hard to define


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

a second poem ever written

She sweetens us
and he in whom love grows inside
allowing him an escape from
uninvolved idolatry 

her lines are always soft
and they cast through
magestic shadows

His fluid lines
formed slowly
as in a time gone by when the
moon that swims so peacfully
in the river swam frantically
beseiged then left in a hypnotic
conversation in rhythm
with the earth

Her rhapsodic signature
a last mesmeric kiss
that ripened him
breathtakingly beautiful
she is the glow in all darkness
enkindling our flames to fire.


Saturday, March 23, 2013


 to feel as the dreams
close you up

to give the
sea warming rain

and on some days
kept dawn's secret quiet

this too
A wind soft
  singing through and through



Sunday, March 17, 2013

a spiritis conversi dotum


Listening to the heartbeat of the words themselves 
partly everything that is
as beautiful can hope
to move the sea of feelings
or prove darkness

  just this difference
  deep and thorough 
Vague and pure as past loves gone

The in the sky of
  your dark image
       wearing the slowness of time

Wednesday, March 13, 2013



What the bird said
 © 2013 by Robert Ells


Tuesday, March 12, 2013


                                                                 The unweary traveler
                                                       3.3x3.4 "Acrylic and pen on wood


Monday, March 11, 2013


Notes of concern:

17.  planet should last long enough to have people walking around with pants completely
pulled down as the style, but the concern is whether this will have a negative impact on
health, particularly walking long distances.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Delivery Man 2013
 Acrylic Paint On Aceo Card
 3.5"x 2.5" 
I am the delivery man, and I have eggs to deliver.
Price: $ 10.99

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Dear Mom

Thanks for all your help and comfort
during our time together. Im so sorry the
end was a little rough for you. I tried
to help the best I could.
You said you'll be there when my
time comes and I do believe you will
be .
I love you.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

and too how and and why are

like our
myths or
at the tip of the throat

resting on life
like an urge to taste
or being the pale shadow
on the edge of moving light

just as something as nothing

..   ...


Wednesday, January 2, 2013


a heartbeat carried down stairs
but still was only here like now

with all the words left out

a love smuggled out in truth
so everything agreed

in steps patterned after themselves
in tender tones

spoken gently
all into one voice