#530. to wake

January 23, 2012

in dreams colors
spark to red spirit
floats above your bed
life regathers all its power
strength returns and so does wonder
open your eyes
and breath
your fire

#396. recovery act

September 29, 2010

exhausted
by others’ search
for black and white
truth i reach for facts
hidden deep beneath market
driven emotions disguised as patriotism

i breath deeply
extend both hands
smile at my neighbor

#334. honey sleeping

July 25, 2010

storm shards illuminate the dreams
water in sheets and the thunder
dogs barking across the valley
across the lake with children
dancing between the peaks

regarded dreamer gently the changes
flicker in time with your eyelids

#330. brightside

July 21, 2010

the whip falls hard
cracks my back
i hardly feel it
because of your eyes
and the calm
starryness within
their bright depths

#329. still

July 20, 2010

harbor
river
dusk
lights
sharpen
senses
bind
heart
desire

#328. end of day

July 19, 2010

passing out
my thoughts
drift away
your softness
my comfort
your breathy
sweet voice
a joyous lullaby

#270. love inhabits

May 22, 2010

love inhabits me
the ghosted peals
of bells that have rung
yesterday and again
tomorrow they will ring
that i might recognize
the silence between us
as the living for each breath
together that is our fire

#256. poetry

May 8, 2010

understanding
that burdens
are beauty
more poignant
than daffodils
and that truth
matters as much
as breath

then the words must flower
and flow

#115. Eat The End

December 18, 2009

If a tornado rips through a mind
and the roof is falling
while the frame is raised
then the parting of seas
will rip us from a reality based on coral and chaff.

If a period is the beginning and end
of death
and birth equals me and you
then a thought and a breath
have made a corner
in which we can wrestle with the Eternal Fucking Meat
of mind and gullet lost lovers and the end.

The truth of the lie of time.

It is not the first breath
That has passed
Not a tide but a swell.

It is not the last breath
That is tomorrow
Mystery solved without choice.

It is the breath breathing now
That is meaning enough
Or not.

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