the road is time
road is space
road is gravity too
crumble light into photons spread as a gravel path to now
the road is teacher
a patient road
only road is loyal

death card (for robin

August 15, 2014

old fences new gates
fear that torrent of raw honey
sweet beats me to my dreams
separate we are not we
we are strung together
harmonic crow language
passage

old woman young girl
down steel and concrete steps hope
bloomed the heart of life
moving high in one pair of eyes
in the great alone on the thousand eyed subway train

there is a dream of you in time
in the minds of the none who remember you
my heart leaps as it breaks

#554. swan

January 15, 2013

swan
how is it
you left me
here on this earth
alone and remembering
tears are not just salt water
they are the sea

#548 mused

August 15, 2012

 

in the red dream
i see your heart flow
we hold on to each other
meet eyes across distances
much greater than ages or pain
pooling liquid salt water defeat death
daring to be father darling daughter to the spirit core

#534. tell me white wing

March 14, 2012

her thought down the river
is the way home lies
dark white caps
slap pilings
draw me
to her

as we descend into dream 
no cruelty will matter 
only clear eyes
and a dance
to hold us
together

tell me white wing 
where do you take me tonight?

#533. changes

March 7, 2012

living in two 
lives and falling
into a deep third world
crashing in unknown dreams
time is kaleidoscope tantalizing
fragrant and clear and shattered
beat the mirrors into shards of rhythm
between the being and the process of being 
which is dancing the sweet thin edge of sorrow

later the cold floor awakens me startling me feet 

#532. ten year

February 3, 2012

passing forward and behind the how and now
life brings the re-creation of childhood endorphins
along the entire length of the operant moment stringing
deep in a realsong of being in time with relativity and a music
memory the sweet infinity of colored icons humming beneath eyelids
i see the checkerboard
apron with strings untied
my mother with watchful eye
still young in this amazing dream
of life without her
 

#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

quoting screams
indeed the rape of dream
torn humans shredded lives
over lies 
religion
is not god
country is not god
thou art god

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