water garden

Everything
Is fresh today
Even the little annoyances
Of jester ear are pleasing
 
Waking to
An early purr
Of a lawn mower
Makes my feet tingle
Awaiting the opportunity to walk
Across the fresh rich carpet of scent
 
The cawing
Of brakes
The squeaks and oinks
Of buses
The Homer Simpson D’oh
Of trash cans dropping to curb
 
The world seems gentler today
Maybe it is the trickling
From the new garden
Giving fruit
To the sound of everyday living

10/3/2013

the dreaming child

having moments of meditation and gratitude

i am with the living
i am with the breathing
i am 
with my heels in the sands of time
the days are keeping me warm
and the nights aware
of the beauty in the stars
energy being given freely
without the need for reciprocation
but my heart can't help itself and responds back
even if it takes me all the night
i sleep deeply

I’m not even trying them on

I want
A pair of boots
A simple ad
And I am in need of adventure
 
I want the pair of boots
That I saw in a movie
Where the heroine escaped and won
 
But wait a minute
Wasn’t there torture
Cruel humility
And weakness exposed
 
Will my feet feel the same as hers?
The boots look fantastic
No scars are shown
 
Kinda like the truck in that tornado movie
Where the world is torn apart around it
And it is showroom fresh
And we all laughed and said what a gimmick
 
Or is it more like the abused woman wearing sunglasses and makeup
 
I think I will let those pair of boots
Stay in there 2-dimensional world
For I know the world has more dimensions than that

3/10/2014

when muses fish

I am here
No, you’re not
You were never away
So how can you be here
When you never went away
You only closed a blind
Eye
An eye that was blind
Before you shut it
 
We were here
Waiting
Just as a fisherman
Does
On a lakebed
Nobody
And we mean no body
Fishes
 
Patiently waiting
As that is what a good fisherman does
For the extraordinary catch
 
Not that it is better than anyone else’s catch
Just extraordinary in the fact that one has caught anything at all
 
And now you see
And you are no longer blind
You never were blind
You were always here
While never here
I was the one waiting
For you to return
I was the one here
Waiting not to be
Without you

3/10/2014

heaven’s gate

My love
You touched my soul
And bled into it deeply
 
I regret that I cannot give you life
To appear before me
In all your glory and belief
 
I swagger and sway in unconnected uniformity
Connect the dots in the heavens and then you may address me
I bare my heart so that you may live in your world not alone
 
I ease into the ascension
Of mind body and soul
May your spirit tethered
Find the ability to erase
The enclosure that surrounds it
 
I too
Would welcome you
Into my arms
If only
 
If only
 
If
 
Only
 
I wasn’t   we weren’t
Apart
And yet whole

3/11/2014

from a daughter of Jupiter

Many moonlight reflections
Rebound
Reverb
Artificial inseminations
Of intelligence
Artifacts of futures bound
Into a chrysalis
 
I hold in my hands
That act of dispensing
Dispersing knowledge
Without care
Without free will to guide
Its luminosity
 
An ever changing beacon to light
The will of man
As no other has gone before it
Will we encircle it
Reciting scriptures
Of the past
Or will we gather to create a new
Written policy
To reflect modern man
 
For how modern can man be if
He is still molded by the same flesh
As generation past
 
I see in this chrysalis
Blooming
Hope
Without treason

hidden

I was hiding
In the light of day
Standing out
In the dark of night
But you did not see me

Before you face
Another moment of truth
Ask me
How I became invisible
And my reply will be
By being obvious
Obliviously obvious

As the nose on your face
The white of your eyes
How closely you stared
Stared at the blue
Spectrum of light

No
There was no light
For you
Blue
Are the veins
The meandering scripts
About your face

Asking
Ruminating fingertips
Over parchment skin
Twisting and pawing
As a wild animal intent
On devouring his own flesh

To the question
Where is it written
Who I am to become?
If I cannot feel the Braille
Of whom I have been

Flesh holds
Oh, so many answers
But not for what you ask of it

Ask me
To tell you a story
By asking your self
Where have I been?

April 2014