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 this tragedy

Yonder ponder

April 21, 2010

hiding in the trees
with his animal divination.
Space at the beginning of creation.
The midnight season.
Find that man Music.

How many trees would we like to keep for infinity?
Is the space even real in our relationship,
or are we just expanding this point of consciousness?

The human race is a great big fucking vagina.

A little smoke is a handsome phantom.

When one does not see what one does not see,
one does not see one is blind.

The tapestry of a radiant life
enclosed in a wilderness-
this bloody witness.

In place of a circle, try a spiral
and smile.

Find a quite spot to meditate,
and you will slowly begin to resonate.

Focus on the spirit to manifest the light.

Your karma exists
in the collective unconsciousness.
Control the waves coming from your brain,
and watch it’s effect begin to wane.

Reduce your scars by matching the skin layers at an even height
after you’ve cut out everything holding you so tenderly.

Your love is a programmed attack sequence
with a gated trust and a candid documentary.
You can change the past by changing your focus.

I am in a learning mode,
but what choice is there?

Maybe they are here to watch us go.

White Zen

April 7, 2010

This energy within me
holding me
exploding me
shaping me
flexing my fists at the darkening corners of my little cave
What’s inside of me
is breaking up
and coming loose in all directions.
Flying again
through this darkness.
Reaching out
touching nothing
and no one.
This awakening.
This darkness.
The light
in this cold and darkened night,
I am.


February 23, 2010

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


February 21, 2010

Finding my serenity
reflected in 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.

Song of songs

February 9, 2010

Realizing I am powerless;
unable to even write these words,
together we notice their beauty.
Yea, this is not my handwriting,
it is a pattern in the circulation
of our collective consciousness.
Nothing I can say is true in the light of awareness
where I is the creation of movement.
With the sunrise in the East,
life enters as a breath upon us.
Time and space together like a great river
carry our weight.
Sensing neither beginning nor ending
save to that which our mind has created,
our names, dates, and lessons
have each dissolved into an eternity
of this seamless vision.
The question of who I am is senseless
when there is no one there to ask the question.
Where is the surface of myself
when without the sun in the sky
there is no me?
Hidden behind every tree
and under every stone,
is the gift of the infinite present.

Change being constant
and constant being change,
attachment is noticed and then forgotten
as the sun dies in supernova.
This pile
this landfill
this man-hill
is a notion.
Without meaning-
without a direction,
this is like a dream
with persistent interruptions.
From a spacecraft,
we are colors on a rock
fighting for survival.
Vigor in code.

Sing your song, and give thanks
for the awareness
of your life.


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

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.
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.


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