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
..
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
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
..
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
..
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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
..
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
..
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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
...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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
..
.
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
..
.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
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.
..
Leaves offer a quiet shadow
bare words
wide open to the new moment
moving faster than lightning
pointing my heart in your direction.
..
Sunday, January 29, 2012
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
.
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
.
Monday, January 23, 2012
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
..
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
..
Saturday, January 21, 2012
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
.
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
.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
circling circuits
pulsating hearts
growing passions
in waves of liquid warmth and light
a penetrating radiance
only gaining momentum
..
growing passions
in waves of liquid warmth and light
a penetrating radiance
only gaining momentum
..
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
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
.
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
.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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
.
.
the river's bending memories
and the kindred spirit burning
in our souls
curled up into the wind
breathing between our closed eyes
.
.
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