in an instant

I have lost my love and the sea
after a single voyage at the same
time

despite sunlight swings
and low rain cylinders

to sway is the who of you
as the night steals the sun
 how now
   all the sea flies are gone

...



.

The principle of super ghost

I used to subscribe to love like a magazine,
the covers changing
stories
and what lies
behind its writings
read

it can only work if we don't know what love is
as it sits or sleeps
how the sun and shade feel good
or being convinced


.....

about me

hiding each night
in a different
place

unconsciously placed
weightless as the new sky
the language between our dreams


like stepping over something slowly
in the dark
this deep falling
this love
warmed light


..

christmas wine for me an you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.

my ribs open and take you in

I sat with spring like an old friend
in the park
before she was born
untethered of wonder
shuddering
to let go of things
the way they sink,
everything into you



.......

"10,000 years from the end of time"

bare as the whole thing contained
in a storm paused near the horizon
love

left to grow into lines of slow dreams
woven over into ourselves
and at each distant passing
all the words meant for us alone
beyond the delicate sayings
all theeze thoughts you gave me



.

bye 2012

  

I made this small painting from memory. I haven't seen snow in a long time. 

It was 83 degrees in Florida today and it has been very dry here.

Wishing all a happy Holiday season  :)

..

we take apart the world piece by piece

and put it back together
in an exchange of syllables
our silent responses draining out
from our insides

the sky caresses my forehead
memoirs from another continent pass the time

my eyes are silent
hearing only of  how you are my love
every word becomes you


..

forgettable as this title

Thinking through
planning carefully
jumping in to get closer

what was it we lost dreaming forever?


...

the belly dust poem

Dear spotted spot on the ground
whose black was half gotten up

whose weilding weight is numbness
light as silvered dew

like the tears we make to feel
our hearts

....

more on this

i feel youre still here perhaps somehow
holding on
as I hold on
to your dark lashes
and drink the salt from your tears


I fall into   a


memory and
I
see
the folded shadows turning to dreams
I run back into your eye s lids to sleep
so I can dream inside your eye's
mind


.

The Language Of Hornets

Thinking seems useless
so we whisper to each other
gently
unheard
and smile with the 
inside of our hearts

curle dinto
a circular
beating

as the sound of rain outside plays its lullaby
through magnetic fields of  light



..

The Stingler Of Comforts Come

tears like rain from a
black cloud
so black the rain itself
is pulled inside
 
as the bee buzz  
escape assures me
me, this morning
doesn't know how to be mean
and pretty at the same time.


.

Lovely View

writing to faint chimes
can you hear them
humble as a grey sky

past a dusty saucer
a half open book
captures a shadow
past half
open drawers to look at the view
All you,
love
closer than thought
and empty space




 ..
.

Universal choir

Like how the
rain sings to the birds
its repeating chorus

like how the night looks
out at the stars



...

six foot smiles long

god sends wind and
blows change
a full six foot smiles long



...

fond memories

 

 Your words sleep inside my head
as the night screams
and daydreams take
life way inside 
to tell all

awake forever
inside the
changing light upon your
beautiful skin

.

Shadows in a room full of night

border
electron sparklerettes
streak softly around corners
into dreams
mixed all together 

Shapes of long long
Ago Long as
Missed dream ripples
and lifeless chairs

now can't live till it reaches
out and nests in our eyes
here down in my heart

brain chemical 741 deficit

worlds weave inside me
  caressing spreading rays
  into unknown dimensions
destinations
 as far away as
plain spoken
dreams
untangled   at the ends  
   to see almost
anything


.
  

The Night stand

you and I
and the sleeping breath
moving inside backwards
into an early night
hands
holding on the unforgettable
rhythm 
of hearts run through
ever ever held
at this point 


.

The Two Mads

 do not tell thee how to be mad .



.

The Frame and the Door

alternating close woven
breathing life in two
the beings are white feel  warmth and ache
with pleasure
being you there translucent. skin
pressed into endlessness



.....

say cheese

Bell the whole and white

trying to float arrows in the sky
wondering at least resembling
what a wave in the sea is
a wave that is also a pulse 
airily slow
the click 
of reality
answers dear me


...

The dark morning runs quietly

quiet
Hands clasped to morning air
a school of songbirds fly 

the night breathes between us
held tight stars spitting candles
where nature and earth conquer
words themselves

my soul enjoys your company



..

From a horse that loves you

If  I was not a horse

I could be your moon

your word's writing fluid

mounted on the sky



trusting in myself

loving you all ways

..


..

if the sun that shines could feel

Never closer from I
You may not be 
last or only 
She

Buried in sun
round eyes
eyes ordinary with love
as If the sun that shines could feel



.

Still with you

I walk and wonder if you are near
ground smiling
dreamy earth spreading its past into a knowledge of stars

complex particles moving
towards a clearer vision
against all movement
as my heart is carried past meaning
and ignited dreams


.


.

mixed together

silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being

words imperfect together
sparking between up and down
heartbeats


-

..

.

.

a view into the evening

Eyeless fish swim about a buried treasure
drowned in the cold sweeping of salt over gold.
reinvented
marine
pictures of
promise washing over speech

a hundred years tug along
and whereabouts now only known
like the sign at the crossing of a road

what if freedom casts a shadow like
a closed window marking the way out
and before we go
reaches through space as
breath dances whole over us and swallows night
and removes everything
floating us back in two into
what love is




........

The anti-bophemus shield

unseen as history
existence
like interest or the notion of clouds
  in perspective

  the turns that fade me
into this reflection
save the life present in each moment 




..

the dry quality of light

All the light touches
makes this your touch
words parked and left behind 

what was said
delicately learning to believe in nothing
from the vibrating 
moisture of
images swept away like flesh

what is happening is larger than 
nature dreaming
and everything 
lost in the chaos between here and there
is frozen in stone as this silent heart
still vibrates


.

Un Meme

Star beam screamers
stream through me and never touch
not greater than love or death
bringing everything
Braced against new life
like the antonym sign

all aligned into this being
with the stars cold
inside a fire

and between blinks the scent of life
the same as space
in refreshing pools of something
I can't remember

There, as slow as the ages
as a bridge returns to a
building, and the dream ends

..


current wide atlantic flash image

sunlight remembered at night

lifting leaping
souls stretch past the world
feeling things unknown

peeking at
the dream
we bring each other a new day

as the pillars of night slowly fall
and its arches crumble to the escaping sea




.

 

Caribbean

 

 

.

unable to move asking

Embracing a memory of every this moment
   at the borders of   life
like this life
  dark feeling
  healing
the part of our voice without Words  for what this is
  seen  in an imagination of
unable to move asking



If I  shut my eyes 
would you shut your eyes
heads or tails
would our fingers reach out to the end
of the page

slow  torched
  deeply in love with now


.c.

tree space

____ smoke brushed scarlet skies
hand over a quiet hold of breath
like the formula for wind swept trees
to leave shadows
like the sweet path of elements twined together
shaken still visions
laughing at purpose and thought



...
 l
 l

under the eyes

A pair of old moments
you and I
staring at the see back mirror
like big mountains shade over acres of land

Something we are
only dawn understands
leaving remnant red behind
sunday morning's eyes
we are lucky with our
saddle bags full of love

.

the day drowns in infinity
with silver plated patience
as winds curl and clear the sky
evaporating  rainfall

All in the language of dreams
all planted in different directions
something to share
to open the evening

and all safely
disappearing into a poem
on air

.

described poorly

  the truth
 disguised as poetry

sweet company
longing for love
here
as life cheers 
in  thirsty song
with the face the wind makes
somehow 


.


.


.

water song

 the night sky lifts high
   silent and serene
the night rain freshly near
its lyrical language on places
like little mountains
all melting into a pleasing song

.


.

born secretly

Cutting open through the sky
night tides fly
up up and regaining balance

  And after the sky
changing
moving between   the lines
  The broken open awoken
emptied selves of ourselves 
 blue and blind as the sky


.

blood flow

you make me feel
past the cloud of words
a different kind of weather
inside
close between two hearts



.

The wobbly legs of life

made new each morning
learning to walk in happiness
to find universal balance
Together
 growing into our own souls

deep window  enigmas significant
as their missing edges

love rain tears of joy
muted dark
brain branches
with stars on them

.



.

shadow of the koala heart

God clouds
rush this world away Into
bright ashes

Dream out the lights
past phrase and imagery

ripping through black ribbons
as religion holds back the dark

somewhere between myself and suffering
a  drop of rain
as far away as  the stars

.

A moment past the sun

The ocean sways
heavy reaching past my eyes

Amore, to comprehend explanations
the less pooling in my heart

and stepping through the shallowest
notes with perfect consciousness

past thorn trees holding speech
I notice I'm holding my teeth tightly

but still feel the gentle tug from a groaning sky
and the kiss from spring rain's
liquid body


...

....

to the higgs boson

If you don't have the time by all means 
please go on without me
I can empty myself of everything but time
It lays beside my soul quietly passive

like the sky's pressure building
slowly  inside our painted landscapes

scrape off the paint you said once 
and then there's nothing   
as nothing knowing nothing

If this is true 
I can wonder,
Looking into your eyes
worth the feeling
the soft length of your
fingers 

like the night gently
pushing across the sky

...

Poodle Ears

..

Because of yesterday

I remove my self as best I can
but can't disrobe my dreams of you
that I am within
my heart  an empty cask
floating down  river

with the
awarenes only of your existence
carrying me 

   winds blow above me
but I only feel the breath of
your soul moving me


past jeweled fins
 under ocean stars
 and into
the smooth churn of your
silky
seas


.

Away to Go

Let's take flight and talk to the sky
tonight
caught in a caring smile 
you got the moon hot with sun spots
tell me 
about that place inside me called
me again as we sink
into this quiet light where everything has ears except us


..

...

Just Looking

Why would I want
to climb Mount Everest
when just looking in
your eyes gets me so much higher?



...

The mockingbird and the thistle

Me,
I am the bird singing with my colored feathers
always dreaming of you


...

solome

1.
mothered on branches
of morning sun

she puts them into
her blackest pan
and flips them
only the way she can

spreading butter like the sun on
its honeymoon

2.
there once was a time
before the sweet dreams you take me to

...

like this

from out cold seeing stars
into a trembling heart

stirring in the very things
prayed for 
these parts of everything
turning slowly like tides   

Today I made sense of it all.

.

hold me breath

hardly the definition of insanity
it takes determination to do the wrong thing
over and over and expect a different result
it might even lead to some kind of enlightenment...

learning patience
and to never give up the dream
sometimes the wrong way's the only
way to get it right




                                                                .......
                                                                   ..

only what fits in the ocean

the darkest part of everything
wears down the black sky
and in pursuit
moving eyes 
under guarded eaves
with stunning quickness
move into position

where night   
stops seeing
and becomes light as summer
with daylight on its back
like here and now,
where the only question you need ask
goes something like this

..
.

Escaping From Translation

Heart bound
wound round around
the inside and out
of everything

Adrift on this splendid
current floating gently
away from meaning
Soaked in earth
and universe

....
.

Arrhythmia

Through the nothingness of desire
you hear it
the words rising above the world
woven wildly in dreams beating
in precise rhythms 
pockets of wonder to reach out
and feed on
left unsaid spoken only
by the heart words unchained
wandering the sky


..

all there is is all I'm looking for

you spread your words like fire
my soul basting slowly over their flames

as this beginning  persists and fades
and as a result, I’m left here at another end

something that I know can be defined
only by the ability to feel 


.

To my mind's back

About
slowly perfectly being in this expression
about me the receptacle 
of weight 
the you and  no one of everything
like ribbons tied onto an echo
and feeling again in a range from blue
to white the surface of this sky
...
  .

Felt like oxygen

being  eating
a world worthy of laughter
and a cry
blissful as boredom
painted in soft light



.

Between Mountains

across the cool ivory bed of salt
wearing the uniform of grammar
sunshine flows over depth and distance
love poems that once were still
in faint whispers 
brush into the evenings long reach
and fade into an ocean of space



...

Slipping Still Silent

withering playfully into
impostors
flawlessly mechanical and efficient
like the ancient art of letters
rubbing our shadows off walls
mind gliding hill sweeping
heels slip sweating

the skin
this inherited reality
writes in its own language
writing in each other like the
flowers growing in your blood


...
..

Her smile

as stars walk behind clouds

Her soul speaks to me
in the silence of a distant moon.


 ..

night's eyes

and we disappear, farther
farther
into night's eyes
giving softly to
this moment
saturating into shadow

..

My Soul holds me down here

Machine phrased paused by infinite
breath I stand here
and can't tell space from sound
as if water
with its gentle violence
lands in the way

just like here
my words for god
as if we never looked
each other in the eyes

all threaded together the same
without anything to long for

..

skeleton problem

asleep
in a tuft of fonts
staring out at my own eyes
year after year
without spring
to will
the dead alive

as midnight drives you
to the corner of each eye
the one I love to keep
the night
from falling
asleep


...
.

each moment has a name

wait,
it will be a day like this
a turning of the stars
meeting themselves
each moment full
silenced into music

.
...
..

woven

.
the scent of being
the wholly imaginary
gaze I see makes sense
bright patterned
Of unimaginable beauty
Love does not pretend
as real as this fast and black
falling in front
of the moon


..

after words

A cool justice brought by morning
and the nostalgia of one day at a time

After thinking about it
I can't say I miss you making me cry.

617

Under the day's care we lay
together in broken sunlight
and calmly embrace its innocence
sharing in dreams awoken by birds

..

Post title

on an island with electronic waves
in the magnetic fire at the top of the earth
  
seen within the wind
soft tears as old as particles
saying
my heart didn't fit in your heart


..

peeking into nothing

we should know better
we say all the time
it makes us laugh and jiggle together
our squishy insides

there were no tips on our points
indeed no points at all
and what's left
only tasting each other's breath
our souls embraced  in some imaginative way

continuing our dream that doesn't care
that doesn't matter
looking thinking and laughing

don't feel sorry for us
or yourself if 
at the center of it all
at the center of  twice broken hearts
is understanding 
that we have been
together gently watching the no
leave from nothing  the thing  leave from thing

.

Sugar Room Circles

 Your heart
 touches my senses

Sucking you out of my lips
I taste you in my mouth in sips



.

hiaku

The steam

brings my imagination out of focus

the wise glances too infinite for eyes

the moon

at the crossroad

the surging furry vision

of  Love's

pale importance


stars and the autumn moon

kissing my blood

swallowing u p the tight smooth flowers

Against the river’s

solid stance

able

a monument to your last words.
 
 
 
 
.

The dimensional measurement of light

time rushes along my nerves 
like the black around flames the past
fills my consciousness with invisible light
Sacred  flaws communitcated
through sonic fields of flesh
a new intimacy found on an empty escape  


.

fractured wanting

dis remembered
dreams filling
    the gaps between spaced images
seeing the
                 wishing
Within 
the
angelic blue electricity 


the alchemy of two souls drifting
armed with each others salvation


.

the crying out of april

Like the lover who loves waiting
wading in breath paused lengths of patience
still and breathing
The rain


From a highland trail I see the ocean
erode the sun
like mountain moss
inexhaustible and
cool

autumn pulls the lonely
wind set in
in ways like this
as day stars hug warm
the coolness

what promise is
an incomprehensible vision
and I sense know you are there

.


..

Adjusting to spring

spring 
quickly disguises
turned to arousal and
the fleshy substance

becomes a physical
being and gleans an imagination

as wind blown
clouds slowly
shower in gentle infatuation
the spirit assigned to carry the
stars over earth

..

Life stretched into words

nature undressed
of the slosh and polish
spring in my breath

white face letters from
starved earth
easy as eyes closed

let loose from how to
fresh sheets for paradise
to begin anew


.

Slow sky vision

Around you the stars walk
as still we dream outside ourselves
into moving pictures

Ocean tossed dreams crashing onto rocks
and listening as heartbeats 
turn to an intimate vision
drinking from rivers we run
through the sky



..

The space that is not anywhere

Like great silver prisms
these thoughts return
flowing back into my mind
back to the front of night

where fingers of rain get tangled in
the smooth facade
and bolts of lightning fatigue
the broken moon
trying not to understand

what's there
between the sand
blowing in the sky


..

An Account Of Our Surroundings

the tiny anxieties
we know
exist
like dirt painted by
cleansing rain
heard by unseen air

we know them by the ten thousand
scars on dry hills
oceans of single gunshots

bleeding rivers
that tear into forest flowers
as rare as peace
passing the testimony of sleeping beasts



..

Black Snake

uncoiling in a wake
of deepening silence
a lining left in its place
a history time drew out and
erased
 

unwinding held back smiles
quietly spreading forward
behind a curiosity
..

On love

 
And all you see
that I don't

like the delicate dust 
on the rhymes of one heart
drumming a beat to the big sky
...

Of Course

For now, the words look right
between  the narrow spaces
with ends that follow ends

within a frame climbing,
climbing the invisible walls
as we come to be
aware again
suddenly

and these waves that hit, hit hard
and we all can feel what's inside
the flow

..
.

A direction opening wide

.
Leaves offer a quiet shadow
bare words
wide open to the new moment
moving faster than lightning
pointing my heart in your direction.

..

on what isn't known yet

Shaken dew from awakening buds
An ocean spills from her eyes
rapture filled shadows, discoveries
of a sprinkling heart

In long drops
a new spirit fire
reclaims place
In vivid swarms of pinpoint accuracy


No seams ending, no ghosts
Here where the sun climbs out with
ancient thirsting eyes



.

This is our world not to see

Evening in our world
you and I, you and me
not to see
in this sleep beyond the daisy dew
beyond the essence of
looking out
from sensation
into the treasures
that we pretend
not to see

And by daybreak through evening
of days like now
whenever we say never
we are always  moving
deeper together
dancing slowly
to the melodious frequencies of life

..

On strange words

Night opens to you its world
of dark visions
of silence smooth as a statue

and your flesh awakens to the calignosity
with the innocence of a sailboat on a summer's day


.

circling circuits

pulsating hearts
growing passions

in waves of liquid warmth and light
a penetrating radiance
only gaining momentum


..

New Skin

In the calm and open blue
of a world without a song
came a voice that
made a difference
and made things rearrange

disbelief became belief
slowly through dreams

You can be surrounded
by people who've disappeared
when the need to understand
commands some sun into your life


.

Nuance communications

present between 
the river's bending memories
and the kindred spirit burning
in our souls
curled up into the wind
breathing between our closed eyes

.

.

Thinking like snow

infinities written on trees
speak without awareness
brush lightly over the day
from the milky sky universe

Soon the circle of the moon will open
to raise the height of splendor
as love sits gently on the hard ground

.


.

Love

puts two hearts together

into a single

word

The tenderness of angel's hands

the drapes have been discontinued

like an ocean's forgotten rage
and leaping off clouds

and how it remains 
still ever more
Be Dazzling Me
with the tenderness of angel's hands

.