#456. belief?

January 21, 2011

time is caught
in my head
is caught in time
the heart too
is pulled strung
to then now
from wild soon

fire a kiln burn beautiful
air scented by wood and water
earth blooms constantly returns all home

#455. travelling

January 14, 2011

of heart beat
time is machined
into the blood flesh
moment pushed up behind 
the first last dream put to rest

tossing about the pillow wakes me now

the details of a vision are the least important

#409. published

October 20, 2010

up a red leaf
maple and small
that the crisp wind
brought announcing
softly winter

#406. mainely in my mind

October 16, 2010

its so funny
how crisp autumn
leads to change
returns thought
to creation dreams
of the road

finding the path once more
my boots turn away from home
towards the forests of living trees
the dying many colored leaves and far hills
and the honey golden hound who stops and gazes
back with puzzled tilted head soft eyes saying lets go

#405. autumn terrace report

October 13, 2010

fragment of summer
night stars
a brief piece of peace

the free joy cries of children
and the barking answers of dogs
with the scent of street vendor barbecue
tickling my nose i lean back and close my eyes
as you reach over and playfully gently tug my beard

#404. every morning

October 12, 2010

casting about
no excuses
must face
my face
my face
must face
no excuses
casting about

distortions never lie
dormant my reflection
always seems to cry

#403. what is jam?

October 10, 2010

swiftly comes and goes
fruit ripens on the tree

the days ascend my mind
spins its silvery webs
to trap worlds
within these

slowly passes up and down
fruit rots on the silent ground

#347. fatigue

August 7, 2010

now and then
no time for knowing
mixing phrases and losing
words and names my vision
splitting my dream from my mind

#341. this dream

August 1, 2010

third eye wide open as the neurons fire
and sleep in an order beyond paradise
passing through the interiors of stars
but in the dream an evermounting wave
is feeding the starfish and the tidal pool

#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

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