Poetry

Peruvian dove owns the midnight sky
Black as the black of empty space
Singing the song that can't be heard
Taking the sorrows never displaced
Increasing resignation expands
Purples and greens paint the feral hare ...

Judy Garland, Audrey Hepburn, Lena Horne
I watched these gorgeous women sing
There was a light
Emanating
From each of them
Stars ...

cosmic riddler's relentless disciples
sucking his short shriveled member
they seek a chance at unveiling
the mysteries of the ages
as white ooze
trickles down their chins ...

It started with a jello mold
At a cookout in summer
For a few not-so-close friends
Then I wrote her a poem
One I could never reveal
Not an uplifting poem ...

i began to write a poem
about neverending sadness
pouring down
from the dark skies of impeditive dreams
composed in the instants
of the raining hearts of shameful loss ...

There once was a man from Gibraltar
He traveled broad lands and blue seas
And his steps, they never did falter
But he walked with the greatest of ease
Till he met a fair woman named Jane
And in love they both fell right away ...

subtle whispers in the quiet night
tickle the mind
as he sleeps
the touch
she has longed for
since her time began ...

And then one day he opened his eyes
And saw creation arrayed before him
Stripped again bare
He stood and faced the world
With neither pretense nor avarice
With neither shame nor want ...

Divinely connected
One in His love
His hand is my hand
His heart is my heart
Manifest Son
Most perfectly made ...

A harsh and rainy night
Foretelling winds of dreams
Tearing at our heartstrings
Tearing at the seams
From the corners of surrender
Blue skies turning black ...

Smitten...
Your blue eyes
Imprisoned
My willing heart
Never have I felt
The fires of the deepest red desires ...

Found in the connected joy of love
Dancing in a moment of bliss
Perfection of purity flows free again
Precious knowledge released
Set adrift on the departing waves
Cleansing a mind, filled with pain ...

A life, filled with fallen dreams
As so many stars in a winter sky
Falling dark midnight of a darker mind
A star descends with each thought
Diving into the abysmal morass
Of humble creation ...

Old is new
And new is old
Where time is timeless
And truth unfolds
Sacred moments
Are always near ...

He who walks in silence
From the hollows of one heart
Awakened to the solace
That flows in life's true art
He who walks in goodness
In the dawning of an age ...

I once met a friend
Whose wishes
Always came true
She taught me the secrets
Of faith and truth
Of manifest perfection ...

trivial moments
walking the trail
a cloudy bright sky
no joy, nor travail
trivial moments
boredom flows free ...

in the depths of our souls
from the opening eyes
come the manifest beauty
of our wildest imaginings
in the wonders of magic
and the heartbeats, divine ...

He arrived from a distant land
Where homes were made of snow
Seeking a breadth of experience
In the valley far below
Trudging down the slope
For all of three long weeks ...

Step after step after step
On a road of endless light
Reaching toward a destiny
Where all that is, is right
Seeking in every moment
The soul, the beat, the flow ...

From the wonders of darkness
Where blood flows forever in freedom
There is the dim of turpitude
That leads to the holy beating hearts
From the standards of judgment
Where wonders meet the ancient murderer ...

help me to know
your deepest desires
i want you to see
the dim light of me
each perfect inch
divine feminine form ...

A fresh start
A clean page
Newfound beginnings
Escape from the cage
Constrained by the thoughts
That once held him back ...

silence is golden
or so it is said
needing expression
restraining instead
but things left untold
leave worry and doubt ...

staring out a picture window
painted gaze of a colorful soul
shining through the dreamer's eyes
a world just beyond love's grasp
staring out a painted window
eyes scan the stained glass landscape ...

She slept on the beach again
Curled up nice and cozy
In a thick woolish blanket
Under the watching stars
She told me once
She was entranced ...

Her name was Wallina
She was a very special hedgehog
Living in a city
Large, expansive, loud, bright
And she was
(As far as she knew) ...

a little town in Idaho
its population
less than 300 souls
a new home, chosen by fate or chance...
it was late when they left
a cold rain fell ...

A deep pleasing breath
Tasting the island rhythms
Flowing in the majesties
Of God’s pervasive presence
Hypnotic soulful trombone
Serenade of the tropics ...

Memories
Of a past left behind
No longer chained
The thoughts no longer bind
Welcoming
Minutes, hours, lifetimes ...

Glancing again at the notes
Scrawled hurriedly on a little sheet
From a notepad on my desk
Directions to your house
I wondered
As I'd been wondering ...

The pleasures of the erotic fires
Lying naked on the floor
Waiting for her master
Trembling in the waiting
Excited in the anticipating
Taken fully in his wanting gaze ...

The infamy of a gift
Contrite walker in awareness
Streaming in the rivers
Of enlightenment's glowing flame
Candle of true love
Burns forever in the thoughts ...

from the quiet home of the ageless quest
the prize of the ages comes now to rest
ready yourselves for the longstanding test
and leap to a life filled with glory and zest

if i wrote you now a poem,
of love, adoration, and bliss -
if i told you my desires,
what will be from what now is -
if i moved beyond the moment,
and touched your very heart - ...

it's weird
i'm sitting here in this body
that i know is mine
but it doesn't feel like it quite, uhm
fits
i've forgotten how to do my job ...

So, I got the answer
To the question I've been asking
Inside my head
For eighteen months or so
Since I got this apartment
With lots of sunlight ...

Precious and wondrous sparrow
Delivered on the breezes of God
The time has come for comfort
Come lay your worries on me
Allow me the great privilege
To provide you a place to stay ...

he wandered the halls of mediocrity
stopping to dance with the lost souls
hoped to fill the subtle void
left in the echoes of her voice
the very first time he had tasted
thrill of interacting with excellence ...

I try and distract myself
Over and over
With an early morning bird's song
With a strong cup of coffee
With plans for a too busy day
I try and distract myself ...

Soft and gentle swaying
Dance of life slowing
But love still apparent
Tender and growing
A life in the Light
Touching our hearts ...

recurring thoughts of yesterday
occurring in tomorrow's forgotten dreams
wondering if the wonders
of the wonderful strains of possibility
wondering if they already have
come true ...

I am lifted in new hope
By the glory of your face
Time could not diminish
What love would not erase
Your beauty fills my heart
A warm and fluttering soul ...