Mist

There is a mist
Rising
Feebly
As I wince
Mince my eyes
Into the day
Of jargon
 
I cannot dispel this cloud
That looms over me
Nor do I wish too
For I find comfort
In the midst of droplets
Of feeling
Tender feelings
Of caring
And sharing of thought
 
My world
Intertwines
With others
In the mist
I see
What was unseen
In the blaze
On my temples burning
With focus
 
The mist
Is a cherished thing
When you are alone
With your thoughts
To create
New creatures
Of enlightenment
 
I create
My own mist
Despite the light
Having descended upon me
And I arise
Ascending
My words
Into worlds
Swirling about my free form
Floating head
 
Ahh the mist
Spring of amplitude
Positions to be explore
A conjurer’s nightmare
Or glory
Of succession
 
I give my prayer
Palms down
To be in the midst
Of misting
Thought

8-22-2014
It is blank
Wondrous blank
Only regret
The keyboard
Does not offer
A splatter button
I can not
Simply type out words
And hit scatter
And watch them whirl about
And splatter
Letter carcasses about
So I could encircle them
With my pen
Drawing lines of connect
Creating new directions
In content and form
 
I must go now
To run in the sand
And toss a bucket of water
Upon my trail
So I can drag
Toes and stick
Across the splatters
Connecting my world
To everything
Wondrous


8-22-2014

Good morning
Lilies of the dance field
The crown vetch is heralding
The morning of the day
As the sun wavers
Its gleaming
And the clouds
Stroll in
Caressing the world
With darkness
Coolness
Of the night lingers
For just a bit longer
 
Then trails of sweet nectar
Drain from your lips
As the rains gloss your
Outer coats
In that quenching liquid
That will sustain you
Through the day
 
And the sun will blaze on
Creatures will discard their leafy helmets
And venture out to forage
On green
Lush green and tender shoots
Rooting for the freshest vegetation
 
Vegetating
That’s me
As I stare
And gloss over
My eyes glaze
With the beauty and serenity
That surrounds me
And I pen on

8-22-2014

Lizards

I watch
Lizards
Trolling along
The cliff
Hanging angle of fence
Head to tail
In their procession
Stopping to forage in the ants
The cling to the vines
In a draping oasis
 
Head to tail
This caravan
Of sunken elephant
Bobbing
Their
Grey, brown bodies to the sun
 
I watch
And I am transported to another place and time
Of sultans with their beasts of burden
Covered in silks
Floral robes blanket them
And carry me to faraway lands and oases
My mind streams on the wanderers
The meandering strays from the flock
 
I too would offer my crest
Blazing its ruby gold
When threatened with the theatrics
Of tribe poaching
 
Oh, how I love the season
Of new lizards
And all their antiquity
They bring
To a simply groomed
Backyard

8/22/2014

Sensualities of breakfast

 
The leathery hand grasping yours
As you clutch the soft damp corn tortilla
Layering it with thin slices of dimpled bound
Spinets of dappled lit sunrise hued cheese
The scent of pulled from the earth
Outer wrapping of the leek growing long and sleek
And the thought memory evoking spice of lemon basil
Warmed and rolled in the manner of a fine cigar
Bringing it to your lips the vapors play with your nostrils
You sweat as the beads of essential oils tip your lips open
With the gloss of whey coating the corners of the mouth
You smile drinking in the heavens gift of the day to come

6-5-2014

the beauty in the rose is its thorns for it keeps it humble

I request of you
To appreciate beauty
The special faucets
In every being
Without being judgmental
 
A rose is a rose
But its thorns are its grandeur
It must bare
For it is too often plucked with out care
To its longevity
 
Be careful of whom you judge
To be greater than the rose
For then you have become one
Who hath lost
The ability to see
To create beauty
In your own life
And that of others

5-26-2014

tarot

I found it curious
I've put my cards in a big black mesh back
and have drawn out 3 cards
asking the question 
what will I dream tonight? 
the bag is shaken tossed
cards shuffled
the same three cards

guide
fork in the road
decision

5-14-2014

sight

if the word is good
it will leach out there
I am a quiet force
humming
about to emerge
I have a strong backing
be that they are
inside of me
making me stronger
but I do heed their advice
and will wait
for the paring of sight
to crawl out of me

5/15/2014