Skeleton Bones

May 21, 2010

the blazing sunlight
hides behind the moon at night
the young poet dreams

blood on an old shirt
blankets the wanderer in
his mortality

in a meat coffin
an unknown poet softens
his skeleton bones

heavy golden heart
sinking feelings in debris
decay a lifetime

lifting him gently
the poet writes
to end the tragedy

Dawn

February 23, 2010

Life enters
as a breath.
One more winter
of death.
Climbing down
the evergreen,
one more summer can be seen.

Wonderland

February 21, 2010

Finding my serenity
reflected on infinity.
Sensing it’s divinity-
intense in it’s immensity.
Feeling every grain of sand
in this wonderland

Our song

February 15, 2010

In your life
has anyone touched you inside?
Living in a dream of a moment it seems
that you’ve touched mine.

So far away
I’m looking right into your eyes
in space and in time in a place in my mind,
and it seems we ignored all the signs.

I still believe in you.
My heart tells me it’s true
that I’ve always loved you
in so many things we’ve been through,
because it’s been so long-
and this is our song.

Laying here at night
I remember laying with you.
We’re so far apart dreaming of a fresh start
and you’ve already taken my heart

I still believe in you
My heart tells me it’s true
that I’ve always loved you
in so many things we’ve been through,
because it’s been so long-
and this is our song.

Unknown

October 7, 2009

I get so lonely
looking at the stars-
using all my instincts
to find out where you are.
Can you feel me calling;
holding up a flame?
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
but you didn’t say your name.
I purify my body;
I’ll be here when you come.
Whistling through the silence
I thought would make me numb.
If I seem a stranger,
or am otherwise unknown,
look for me at twilight
waiting here
alone.

Through the Moonlight

September 9, 2009

The only thing that is real
is eternal.
We don’t just wash away.
Everything that has ever been
has made it possible
for us to be here today.
My love for you is never ending,
even though I may have to send it
through the moonlight tonight.
You know I am waiting for you,
and I am counting the days
until we can disintegrate.
.
Underneath the waves,
there’s a person
without a place.
Let your surface float about.
Be at peace in this space.
.
We are all in relation,
and there is absolutely no such thing as space or time.
Just the two of us-
male and female,
and our relation
to the energy between our minds.
.
Can you not feel me when I think about you?
I get so lost some times.
I sense you intertwined.
.
I smell your essence.
Your little habits.
True,
when I want you,
I look inside myself for you.

King of the Clowns

August 26, 2009

I am the king of everything.
I am a clown.
I hear what I want
when you’re not around.
I look at my things.
I sit on my seat
hearing these words;
feeling this heartbeat.

I reach with my hands
commanding my air.
Declaring my will,
but no one is there.

I fancy my sunlight
admiring the shine
announcing to the world
that everything is fine.

Into the shade

September 19, 2008

On a small road-
just the desert and me,
I walk alone on a pathway to infinity.
Nothing but sand for miles to see-
following the path is my destiny.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

My feet disintegrate as the burning sand
takes its place in my flesh
(I’m a petrified man).
The sun is my master.
Under I stand.
I lower my head at his mighty command.
I carry on.
I pass a cactus. I pass a bush.

I hear the sound of the coyote.
I see the crow
following me.
I pass the carcass on which they both feed.
Having no concept of hunger and need
I carry on.
I pass the cactus. I pass the bush.

Under the sun to which I succumb
I feel my body begin to go numb.
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight
as I surrender to the blanket of light.

Without my eyes, I can’t see the blisters.
All of the sights have turned into whispers.
I must find water, and I must find it soon-
feeling my way as I call to the moon.

“I’ve lost my road- I can’t see my way.
I’m on my knees- please help me,” I pray.
“I’m on my way to the end of the path”
I heard a sound, and I started to laugh.

It’s so familiar, and so far away.
I turn and listen to look for the way.
I feel it in me.
I hear it call.
After a moment I begin a long crawl.

It calls through the wind,
and it knows my name.
The river haunts me.
It drives me insane.
It says to me words that I never speak.
I must have water.
My body is weak.

So far away from the path that I knew,
my vision’s gone, but my direction is true.
The ground is changing-
I can feel with my hand.
A firmer substance is replacing the sand.

I feel the grass.
It tickles my nose.
It feels like magic between my toes.
Then, all of a sudden, I come to a wall.
I hit my head (I don’t remember my fall).

I have a dream in which I can fly.
When I awake I can open my eyes.
I see the wall was really a tree.
It was the shade that had been sheltering me.

I hear the stream, and I see it at last.
I take to running and forgetting the past.
Soon I am free- naked- airborne- jumping in.
I realize only then-
I do not know how to swim.

I fight the current.
I hold my breath.
My weight is determined to lead me to death.
My final shout is less than a cry
as I surrender and prepare to die.

How funny death
is more like a float.
What had seemed certain, now seems remote.
Now that I live, what should I do?
How could I know what I was jumping into?

For the first time I noticed the fish
using their bodies, they go where they wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I am the river.
I am the fish.
Using my body,
I go where I wish.
(swim) (swim) (swim) (swim)

I head downstream.
I move with the flow.
Content to live within the boundaries I know.
The banks are changing.
The trees have all gone.
I feel so lonely, but I keep moving on.

Something is different.
I sense something new.
(I put it aside,
but the sound only grew)
I do not fight it, or strive to break free.
I’m in the stream, and the stream is in me.

In the stillness

September 16, 2008

In the stillness
of my own divinity
I sense throughout the eternal memory
this moment of clarity.
I surrender at will.
Giving way to the current I feel.
Adjusting the flow
around the ground where I grow.
…and this heartbeat I hear
holds me together
as the thought disappears.

The solid tree

August 31, 2008

I have deciduously stripped my colors,
and drawn in.
Locked inside my house again.
Waiting for the rain.
The candle is my name.
Sending down my roots,
and reaching for the sky.
The cold Earth,
the morning dew,
I still feel you- I always do.
I feel the wind,
and smell the change coming.
I sway in the storm
of this life. I’m becoming
this home.
This hill, this grass, has always been,
and will always be in stone.
I’ve weathered through my years.
As one I stand alone.
Drinking from the stream,
a mighty little sunbeam
comes to be
that which strengthens me.


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