I Know Everything

the tattooed man's compassion

2007-05-30T11:31:00.000-07:00

the tattooed man's compasion feels like sadness
his heart goes out to all that lives and breathes
he wishes for their moments of sheer gladness
as he settles in to memories thick weeds

the movement on his skin is holigraphic
as memory it passes time to time
the many lives he's lived tight in his grip
he longs for his compassion and his rhyme

the simple things that take life every day
the wife who kills the ants and he the wasp
make him shudder slightly he will pay
for all that he as taken all he's lost

the tatooed man grows older by his markings
showing for all time his loves and workings

the tattoed man in exile

2007-05-18T07:14:00.000-07:00

the tattooed man in exile

the tatooed man has left his mark in maps

scratched upon the surface of the sky

the moon and stars all measuring his days

as slowly and too quickly life goes by

he walks his paths in memory of love

he stalks the latest mark upon his skin

he longs for things forgotton and things lost

waiting for his new life to begin

here he sees his lovers in his arms

his children marked with joy surround his heart

his sorrows (there are many) on his brow

hold his secrets as he stands apart

his colors sail his mind in azure skies

his truths his songs his victories his sighs

The tatooed man asleep awake

2007-05-17T17:55:00.000-07:00

the tatooed man is residing

under the bhodi tree

he sits around unnoticed

knowing how he can be

he watches as his world goes by

disguised as that and this

his tatooed soul and body

watching for his bliss

he laughs his soul to sleep at night

humming a tune or two

feeling safe in dreams at last

giving him love to do

he sails his dreams in silked robes

that glimmer in the moonlight

he visits places childhood places

of mystery and light

he pauses in his story

to see just where he is

whether luck or glory

stands in him with a kiss

oh the trails adventure

this dreaming state he's in

living all his markings

his holiness and sin

the tattod man awakens

knowing that all is there

nothing is forsaken

under his tree so fair

the tattoed man is sleep awake

awake and sleeping too

it's all the same for in the end

he knows one more tattoo

ha ha

he knows one more tattoo

chickadee

2007-03-20T18:07:00.000-07:00

i never really knew you in your life
i never felt your voice or your embrace
i had the one's in whos
love embraced
the one who's now my wife

oh how i wish i'd know you
and felt your presence here
as deep as now you live inside
the one i hold so dear

Secret

2007-02-16T04:49:00.000-08:00

it has come to me
a light
a second coming if you will
this secret
it is and has
taken the world
it has always been here
it is always changing
it remains the same
it always was
always will be
it has been given
many names
YHWY
GOD
NIRVANA
HEAVEN
it is here
now
always working
giving us exactly what we want
what we wish for
like the genie in the bottle
the bottle of our
idea
of who we are
it has been re-revealed
can you feel it
you know it well
it is
you

my wish for you reader
is that your dreams come true
that you have all you ask for
that you are abundant
that you achieve your most wonderful dreams
it is happening as i write
it is
it is
the great
I AM

to my nemisis

2006-12-24T20:30:00.000-08:00

hello there
you there
with me
i know you
you like me
you like living inside me
and
you like to feel that you can kill
me
well
no
you can't
because you see
because
this is only my
house
my shelter
my escape
this is the thing that
holds my seeing
for now

so
you want to kill my shelter
you want to
and
you may
and
you will not kill me
ever
i go on
like the water
and the light
i continue

to try and end this
version
of me
would be suicide
yes
that
i am here
i am wandering about
i am the filter and the screen
i am this
i am that
that you are

i am still
yet
you in your quest for power
want to kill me
if you do
kill me
you will die also
like me
as me
as a part
of me
you have no real hope
your plan will never work
so
go fuck yourself
do what you will
because
before all things
I
AM

my words

2006-10-25T16:46:00.000-07:00

"every morning" i would say out loud
"i will write a poem to my love"
or"i will write a sonnet of the shroud
that holds the imaged hoax of push to shove"

" i shall be the greatest of them all
championing the hopeless and the poor
hosting with my 'rudite words a call
that's heard from mountain tops to darkest moor"

"with words i'll win respect that lasts forever
i'll vanquish words like should and could and never
i'll be subtle intellegent and clever
with my words all hoplessness i'll sever"

oh words of mine so precious but to me
give someone the courage to be free

this last september day

2006-09-30T07:50:00.000-07:00

this last september day is bright
with the long hot summer gone
and winters breath riding
on the wind
i know that one more step
has taken
flight

as i look out
my broken window pane
and see the
last of flowers bloom
my garden takes it's time to sleep
the long winter
hides and seeks
to begin
again

this day is beautiful and clear
the air is fresh
and sunny days abound
my soul
wanders in the memory of then
imagination rends my heart
and then
i simply wish for one more year
one more
each year
one more
like the fading call of the song sparrow
the last breath of the yellowing larch
one more year
just one
with the glory and the sadness
the exaultation
and the laughter
the expectation
and the dream
of heaven
in the crook of my
arm
to see my children on their paths
to watch my garden grow at last
to hold
each year
in my heart
this single wish
give me one more year
one more
and when it's time for
shade and rest
let it come like the ozoned lightning
let it come as in this dream
of
one more year
then i shall
dream on.....

aging me

2006-09-02T06:58:00.000-07:00

this aging thing
creeps in
slow erosion
i am being reclaimed
inevitable time
moves through me
like thick rich
love
and i
open armed
swept away
look
into the light
of the next
i am blind
afraid
comforted
determined
to go
a single
many colored
sail
out to the blue sea
of ending
into the bright ocean of
beginning

tick tick tick

2006-08-28T12:35:00.000-07:00

i watch the new ones come and go
as is they're in a race
i listen to this heart inside
it's ever slowing pace

the present is a present
or so the poets trill
as i from some odd distance hear
echo's in the hills

the time of my watch ending
on the ever ticking clock
the seconds pass untill at last
i hear the last small tock

oh what a life it is for me
the race to pay my debts
the skin beneath my aging chin
the gambling with my bets

i know that you out there
all do the same as me
tick tock tick tock the ancient clock
runs on until we're free

Something Stolen

2006-08-14T07:50:00.000-07:00

i feel the feel of loss here deep in me
i figured out the reason recently
that children laughing playing everywhere
have grown away on dissapearing stairs

it used to be my home was filled with toys
with children acting out their constant joy
and i continued smiling constantly
my heart was filled with joyous rhapsody

and now this silence penetrates my heart
as grown up now they take upon their wings
the air of freedom finding stops and starts
until at last their hearts find what to sing

i remain with changing colors ever
in my ever shifting changing weather

life in me

2006-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:00

it matters much this non sequitor in time
where i seem to be is always where you are
no matter how much trouble there has been
or love making on earth or air sublime

you seem to call me from somewhere inside
and then you vanish like a winter wind
a springtime air so soft as i look there
toward the blosseming of the first abide

my love of life is boundless ever there
my heart beats out its numbers one by one
knowing that my time is like a light
that flickers in a forests summer night

oh glory be to life and all it's wonders
its summers breeze its winters midnight thunders

the whiles have been

2006-07-12T18:36:00.000-07:00

the whiles have been increasing
like a garden gone unchecked
the whiles have gone from little
to long without much text

i have been approaching
a destiny fullfilled
when the breath i take has vanished
like smoke over yonder hill

my children are now leaving
forever from their rooms
my life has gone from a dark old place
to a newborn land of moons

i look into that mirror
deep down in your eyes
i see myself reflected there
amidst the shouts and sighs

as the whiles turn into long time
as the future longs to hear
as my other sided footsteps
climb without much fear

i sing a song of gratitude
i sing a song my life
i send it there to littel while
i wait for the easy night

my greying beard my creaking back
that thing that won't go 'way
my weakneses still with me here
all seem to want to say

so here i am i've traveled
along my only path
i look into my mirrors back
i barely see the half

so what am i and who are you
i say this with a grin
seems to me the answers gone
with the whiles that just have been

bits and pieces

2006-06-14T17:31:00.000-07:00

and lo
the revelation
the unstoppable
heart

the train
is filled with
folks who
work
stained
clothes
hands
like wood

neck ties loose
weary
wishing for
the
last day
until
the next
last
day

lost sheep
filling their homes
with
protection
while
mortality waits
at the door
a persistant sales man
ooh
those last days
those next to last feelings
then zoom

the fat lady is singing
and the red velure
curtian drops

who knows
which
if any
religion
knows
really

i pity the
working folks
who
buy
immortality
on the page of
the vast
poorly written
ancient
books

the prisoner always dreams of home

the prisoner must have heaven waiting

the prisoner is the victim of a ruse

as the train
clatters
it's clacks
over the smooth rails
of time

i sing my heart
to those trapped
like me
inside a tale of wonder
and
myth filled

vacent
filled as a gorged swan
on some
privilidged table
with an
agonizing desparation

to appease the
sun

i fold like a sallow
aging shelter
i swoon as the song passes me
and
i have no need to
repent

old prayers

2006-05-11T16:02:00.000-07:00

the
way i say it
psalm 23
the really famous
words

lord,
shepard
want
green pastures
still waters
restore

and

soul

soul
what a word
simple
real big
the
impenetrable
penetrated
soul

walk
valley
shadow
death
fear
evil
he
me
days
life

the absolute
the truth
on a simple stroll

yet
no god
but
thee

no spirit
but thine

only
here
counts

now is fleeting

( once i was told that apple butter is bear fat
i believed it.)

avoid belief
embrace the void
you
are
always
held up

then
after
it is the great
reconciliation
the final beginning
until the next beginning

so it goes
as
always

or
so i feel

there are no beginnings
or endings
time feels its way
around
our empty pockets

loose change
looking for a hole

time the invention
that makes us swear
that it
is
is not

time
falls short
as we
recycle
begin again
recycle

spring tells us
the baby wailing out wonder
the swirling earth

the galaxies

no time
no space
just
movement

it's all inside us

all of it

Sunshine and Sweat

2006-05-03T17:44:00.000-07:00

you know

...back in the day....

i was always pissed off about something

i was mad

i was raging inside

i would treck myself

deep into the forest

i would scream

WHY!!!!

as loud as i could

i would cry
like a

lost boy

i wanted the world to be fun

like it was

when i was a child

my dad protecting us

my mom

sick all the time

telling us

i love you

every chance she had

at the kitchen table

we would mix

our ground beef gravy

with the corn and the peas

sometimes

canned

green beans

we smelled of

"sweat and sunshine"

as my friend

Lucket

says

of her grandchildren

i remember you

sweat and sunshine

swinging and singing

on the rope

flying

your braids coming out

your little pink sundress

dirty undies

free

and

i look back

at my life

and

i look back

at you

and

i see

childhood

i see
you

there are no disguises

masks

no word

will sway

knowledge

or stay

my observation

your blood is mine

your blood

is your moms

and

that makes

your blood

yours

you are

pumped through our hearts

i feel it

you sing in the bathtub

and

i know your voice

i know

the who

of you

life

always
a mirror

that we

all

look into

who is that

we see

i think

we always know the answers

and
it is

the answers that

are the

most

trouble

the tattood man in prayer

2006-04-24T19:00:00.000-07:00

i arrive
a student
a
guest
the tatood man
sits and stands
simultaneously
in his ever
changing
temple
of
temples

needles in our hands
ink at the ready
colors of
the japanese
skin fragrant
ready
for another
view

the firebird appears
brilliant sexy
inevitable

the sloth
sits on dry beer
sleeping
pretending a reading
of
tolstoy

the tattooed man
eases in
and
like ease
he reclines in his
memory pillow
he struggles with the notion
that
this is
is
almost over
almost transposed
a melody he has always
yearned for appears

extatic

he dreams

in a blink he has
inked his way
with knife and needle
burn and hilander

he

dreams of

her callused hands
the holy grail
of caring
her sleep
almost manly
fraught
with uneasy
dreaming
life

i watch her as i do
brando
as
i
study
gods
i hold her in my ever
like
a stand of wheat
in an evening
kansas
singing
sunbird

the tattoed man
is holding court with his
markings

hindsight
eats his rememberance
and
as always

w.b.
speaks:

"what once was
is
no more"

"what once was
is
no more"

the tatooed man knows
he is not to
be idolized
or
crossed out
or
imagined

he is
his photogaphs
he is his
snapshots

he thinks

what if the world held it's eye on
an idea
how would that

be

what about

peace

the tattoed man
sinks to his
rubber knees
he kisses the questionable earth
he wails and chants a song of
names
he
spreads
his arms to the above
he plants his feet on a stand of
slippery granite
he leaps onto
a huge limb
of
a
singular
gigantic

cherry tree

he lands on the branches
in the sun
he sings out

"far
far
far"

in a whisper
he chants out life
at a crossed
worn
sacred path

yyyeeeeaaaa hoooo
ya ya ya yaya
oooooo
yah haaa
heeee

oh you you you you you you

ahhhh heeeeeeee
my
heart holds much
my desire is great
my soul
is
iron john rising

stay

if you will

for just one more breath

one more breathing
of this holy
clear cool

air

one more glimps

at wonder

one more song
and singing

oh
my friends

oh yes
my friends

oh yes

stigmata

2006-04-23T22:40:00.000-07:00

i have a wound
on the palm of my left hand
it is a blister
caused by a rare allergy

i have a wound
on the confusion part of mybrain
it is a blister
caused by a rare thought

i have a wound
on the heart of my part in reasoning
it is a blister
caused by a beating heart

i have a wound
on the naked child in my compassion
it is a blister
caused by a saddening soul

i have a wound
on the open laughter of my nature
it is a blister
caused by too much expectation

i have a vision
caught as a youthful being in love
it is a birthing
caused by a darkening ease

i have an anger
growing like a healthy lethal vine
it is a light
caused by dreams now stilled

i have a joy
building a beauty in me revealed
it is a strength
caused by my fathers voice

i have a longing
a flight of screeing hawks soaring
it is a companion
caused by a swift in the wind

you are the sound of my ending
and
the song of all beginnings
you are the sacred grail
holy to me
like an answered pleading
or the soft breath of a trusting child

you contain the intention
you are the chalice from which
i take sustanance
you give life
the world pays homage to your song

i have a dream
who sleeps beside me peaceful sight
it is a miricle
caused by those who have gone before

i have an ending
simple, easy flying like thunder and being
it is a blessing
caused by hearing a secret wish

orpheus

2006-04-22T12:49:00.000-07:00

it is poetry
truly
in the shape of one
who's life
touches
then
disappeares

so much dust
left on celluloid
drifting into
life
a shape of a god
falling to earth
on fire
then
flares for an instant
and
is
called home
into
an open sky

i cannot tell
how he reached me

rain on the way

2006-04-21T19:44:00.000-07:00

it is an acceptance
devastating
life giving
rain

today a child will know terror
another child will sleep
nestled in

all things happen
in time
at all times

trees
burst from seed
simultanius births
deaths
weddings
climaxes
laughter
extacies
]
endings

beginnings

always startling

in all ways

stunning

the timing of strangers
passing
at the exact
point
exactly
at
the same
time

each life
lead
to meet at one
exact
moment
then to pass
unobserved
into
mist

rain happens
here and there perfectly
drops splash identicly
in one
precise spot
colors
blend
shift
change
each drop a stranger
each drop the same

it is coming
here
the rain is

it is welcomed and feared
a queen arriving at
a
doorstep

a short sighted
minion
in her service
welcomes
accomodates
desiring her power
fearing her presence

and

the rain
is coming fast tonight
the earth is opening
a concubine
readying
herself
awakened
open

birds
excite the air

darkening silence
decends

a memory
cloaks the starred
cieling

the wind brings
lightning

frenzy

leaves chatter

forests
whistle
and sway
the dance begins

the first drops fall
like tiny gifts
from
a careless diety

slowly
the
symphony builds
a slow lover
inevitable
without
challenge
or
match

decending
in cold sheets
spreading
life
to seedlings in hiding

birth comes
drenched and wailing

singing:

"it is my season
it is my time
i shall grow into my birthright
bear fruit
be reclaimed
then
born
once more
to the reaching
dream of rain
to the warm flooding
saturation
of the sun"

the rain is
coming

the rain is coming

the

rain

is

coming

the garden out my window

2006-04-11T15:21:00.000-07:00

the garden out my window is not tamed
nor is it neglected ever at all
the garden seen from here is holding evening
like a sofened prayer when all the gods seemed tall

the evening is as beautiful as ever
the sun is creeping low right over there
my neighbors house in shadows deeply held
the rays behind it sacred bright and fair

sitting here among my life time memories
holding court with what just might have been
comparing with the love of laughter here
i swoon before the presence of this seem

sitting here in this imagination
is not enough to be a provocation

moonlight

2006-03-30T15:08:00.000-08:00

he towers above our glittering home tonight
a beacon for the life that makes the planet
it holds us in the swoon of love's first flight
it holds us here all life from moth to granite

stories have been mustered in his honor
tales of gods who the elements control
the swiftly moving storm the fields of clamber
the oceans mountians all species their roll

there is a man in there or so they say
who smiles around an easy churlish charm
seeing all our folly drift his way
then laughing as we do ourselves great harm

man in the moon who's placement brings romance
gives us hope there is still one more chance

no conclusion

2006-03-27T08:22:00.000-08:00

there seems to be confusion
around this illusion
called by the most of us
our life
what is this
what is the reason
do i justify
the desperate need
to survive

what is the purpose
and
where am i going
is life just a brief dose of
what

who is this person
who looks out
his windows
and why
is importance
so sought

seeming so small
as i look at the stars
and
i hear all the struggle
unfolding

what is the answer
and
where do i get it
and
will it come home to my
knowing

as i grow older
and hope seems to
drag
it's illusions
right over my eyes

i roll in my blankets
i toss and i turn
as i blink
and my life
falls away
to it's sighs

i feel that the gods
all of mankinds making
exist in imaginings
loss

so
i sing in one way
i laugh in another
i weep for my children
i dread coming war
i love as i'm able
i watch the world turning
i wish for a life
for my
troubles an ending
for the curtians to rise
to my seeing the reasons
i pray for the humans
who's lives have gone wrong ways
i curse all the evil i see
so whats the conclusion
of all the confusion
and how do i justify
me

there is no arranging or
payment or staging
that ever can give me the
answer
in time

so all i can do
is walk this with you
be the me that i make
love all the life
the best that i can
be with you till i pass through
my life

i wish for the best
as for all of the rest
it's beyond all my knowing
and prattle

good luck to you all
who here after the fall
who can figure
extential recall
to justify triggers
who make all the figures
that make us
seem
so
much more
tall

jesus and mary
the bushes and kerry
hinus and buddists
and
shamans and popes
are those who's solutions
that make all the problems
and tag all who
follow
just dopes

what is the solution
to all this confusion
there's no way of knowing i think
lets love one another
as sisters and brothers
and forget what comes after
the brink

amen

Moth Moon

2006-03-15T22:06:00.000-08:00

this is the story of a moth of the moon
and a night riding hungry bat
who follow their glimmering shimmering light
to the jungles of my darkened room
as the shadows fall into the window light
moth flutters and land on my nose
i am startled a bit because of a fit
you had caused in my deep repose
to whome i say in my wandering spite
do i speak to about this magic
because i cannot here promise to you
that this will not become real tragic

up here said the bat from his small painted spot
behind the officers table
i'll tell you true nothing happens to you
if you sign on this line if your able

the bat flew down in his mystery cape
to the nose where the customer screamed
then up flew the moth to the screen in the sill
while the bat bit down on his mate

the customer screeched like the skin of a peach
when a little boys teeth crunches down
oh my god he wags mother mary he shouts
i'm engaged with a winged furry mouse

the wind she blew and the moon moth flew
to the warmth of soft yellow light
around it she fluttered till her heart turned to butter
in the full moon surrounded with dew

she swooned in the fire of her deepest desire
she fell to the light like a leaf
she rests there for now as if dropped from the bough
to the deep of the deepest relief

the bat struggles still as the customer swills
whiskey from a blue cobalt glass
then he feels luna's screen a portal it seems
has been made at the window's high sill

the yellow light gleams the bat's hungry it seems
so he flashes in black round the glass
the yellow light dims as around it he swims
in the dark of a summers last gasp

fluttering behind the glass in the light
the moon moth she moves there at last
she stretches her wings she wakes from her dream
of a hero who's strong and most bright

the yellow light out the luna is lost
she only can feel the fresh air
her glowing wings spread in the moonlight her hair
glittered softly most supple and soft

the bat in night air his breath like a frost
flutterd over to moon moth's soft side
he offered a wing and in the night sings
of his love of the moon and the moth

so let it be kissed that always is missed
the love of a love by your side
unlikely the pair surprising and fair
the bat and the moon moth in bliss

musing heart

2006-03-09T21:33:00.000-08:00

there is a love that holds up to it's mirror
all that one can see through lovers eyes
there is a love that can't be named or held
and still another that pretends the lie

there are lovers who have lost their way
and those who's path has bent toward running free
there are loves that are too great or small
then there is the love of i for thee

it is a light that shines inside this soul
the subtle light that holds my world in tact
this light from love is all i need to know
till life, this spirit, melts to solid black

this could never happen never be
for you have melded, deeply one with me

mutterings

2006-03-08T20:13:00.000-08:00

voices hard to hear are singing now
in harmonies and rythms born of sighs
the farmer keeps his head turned to the plow
the horses plotting sweating getting by
an orange brilliant dawn is holding steady
a frosty morning air steams from his hair
clanging bells of worship ring all is ready
his constant callused hands are chapped and bare
"hold him to his whispers" says the secret
"seal his lips his truth from uttering
humm into his head and let them set
the chants of memories their lonely mutterings"

the farmer presses his determination
listening to his melodies damnation

suddenly his horses stall and rear
the plow jumps from his hands and races on
the farmer faced in muddy ground can hear
the droning of the fairies siren song
he moans beneath his aging dissapointment
the crop he sows must plant this very eve
why did he deserve such rude annointment
must he show his heartach as he grieves
he rises from the earth a ghostly figure
crying from the bowels of agony
his voice it seems is rising so much bigger
than the farmers prayers can fairly see

he rises to his feet he's sorely shaken
knowing all he has is almost taken

a light appears he knows not if he sees it
in his mind or is it really there
beatific vision fills his presence
holding him with loving tender care
"remember that this day of hardship passes
the universal door will soon swing wide
all that you are suffering all harasses
will disappear and peace will then abide"
the farmer turns his head to this great blessing
his manor and demeanor ease their pain
his breath comes softly to his healing resting
his body covered with warm gentle rain

the heavens open to quiet knowing
crops spring up the earth gives way to growing

watery eye

2006-03-07T22:01:00.000-08:00

through the watery eye the bulbus nose
the artist shines his brownish leather spats
through a mirror at his best repose
he stills himself while in the laundramat
thinking crimson shapes and cobalt dances
with his softest brush he shapes a poem
to his living life his loves his chances
his missing parts and how his path still roams
in prarie sweeping winds in mountians stair
along the deepend paths of forest loam
full in the humid darkness perfumed air
far and near to all that he calls home

tumbling heat the droneing dryer calls
he stretches a bit then back to dreaming falls

the aging white upon his templed brow
holds his story canvassed in his mind
his vision is as clear as he allows
he tips his flask until his lips it finds
resting sepia's how he sees himself
the crimson then is tempered to the mood
his strokes are bolder colors from his shelf
now the painting tastes of sumptuous food
he reaches in his pocket for some barter
he crosses to the nearest sacred bar
he pays obeisance to the oaken alter
then steps outide to smoke beneath his star

the steam from dryng garments balm the air
the canvass waits in darkness neath the stair

along his easy way he trudges home
his duffel balanced on his woolen hat
a cigarette glows smokey rings that roam
round t s elliot drains and wandering bats
his creaky door he unlocks opens wide
a linseed soaked aroma feeds the air
flourescent light floods out onto the side
of grey and boarded windows that declare
police line do not cross forbidden zone
he softly closes to the freezing air
he hears a gentle beeping from his phone
wishing with his soul that someones there

the canvas stands prepared for his waiting vision
he stares at it then make a firm decision

cobalt blue on lead white burnt sienna
yellow ocre pthalo green red deep
on his pallate ready long ago
hardened to a nutshell fast asleep
he picks his paint he freshly squeezes color
he cleans his brushes mixes to his liking
with great determination feigns the scholor
contemplating line and shape then striking
he lashes out like pollak in his shed
his colors falling hard against the white
for hours on end he concentrates he weds
to shadow shape to texture and to light

his painting done at last away he falls
asleep with brushes palate gain'st the wall

his cigarettes have long ago exausted
his bottle gone his spirit soaring high
never thinking twice about the cost of
sleepless dreaming night to frigid sigh

he dreams of being somewhere in the snows
painting winter landscapes far away
watching chrystal stars light up the bows
of icey ships who's masts ner' know the day

he never wakes again he's still there leaning
next to his masterpiece a sculptures dream
he 's never been discovered and his meaning
lost to all who's passion rests in seem

his love of what he does all time trancends
he remains at vigil till life ends

my flutes

2006-02-21T19:49:00.000-08:00

my flutes are quiet now
filled with dream
with songs
sung
to moonlight children
in deep ancestral
america

they

live
only in the
ceder air
of
their song

they wait

these
messengers
of soul

to sing once more

my flutes ring in
images
from the deep
rooted
earth
and
from the magnetic
impossibilty of OM

my flutes sing
prayer
into their silence

waiting

patient

eternal

my flutes

sentinals of soul

breath as i breath
with
melody deep
filled
with longing
with loss
and
the
knowing that
this shall pass
this struggle will
lose its way
melt into
eternities grace

the song of my
flutes

sing
always
of
soon to come
soon to go
soon to be known

life holds their melodies
like clear water
on the stale parched
lips of sorrow
in the solitary tear
of lonliness
in the dry musts of
faiths dissapointment

sacred song
is
woven into
the joy of birth
the wagging tail of friends
the purring
ease of
comfort
the tigers eye of passion
into the solitary birth
of prayer

my flutes
hold secret

congerings

spells

ancient magic

harboring vast soul
deep chant

posessing nothing
holding
all

my flutes stand in a bamboo
chalice

on the floor
in my room

embracing my waiting
meditation

enough is enough

2006-02-20T08:04:00.000-08:00

my desk is a mess
and my art's in recess
my hair has grown out white as snow
my money all gone
my bands on the run
and my life seems too sideways to grow
oh the fun of the pause
i write sentance and clause
as the bills on my doorstep pile up
i laugh till i cry
as the eagles all fly
an my insides cry out"that's enough"
a promise is made
as i stand in the shade
and i wait for the telephone ring
to tell me at home
as i pick my last bone
to pick my guitar and just sing
a year has gone past
since i thought it would last
all the praises were sung high and low
i watch friends dissappear
as they grow in their fear
that their hero's have delt their last blow
fair weather friends
with me to the end
of prosperities walk then they run
troubles they have
with the good and the bad
until once more i'm out in the sun
then praises they have
as doubt's looks that they had
creep away in a land that is safer
cause' once more at the top
the cream of the crop
makes it feel like their not second placers
i'm not bitter at all
as i make this life call
its the plague of all livers of life
to be out in the sun
with those who have won
is better than wearing my strife
so all is fogivin
as i work at my livin'
and knock on the doors till i bleed
because to give up
is to lose lifes great cup
and to let my whole world go to seed

broke not broken

2006-02-16T15:38:00.000-08:00

it's an old familiar feeling
the ache
the panic
of my very own
down to the last dime loneliness
been here
done it
more sickening times than
i'll admit

this feeling of abandonment
this self esteem battering battle
this sense of doom
laced with
an unknown guilt
and
a feeling of not
fitting

i'm
like a bad top on a lost bottle
as the walls close in

it's frightening
it is
i do not deny it
and
i do not deny my knowing
that i'll pull through
i always do
and
ohhh
i am sick of
just pulling through
as the phone lines groan to near
bursting
with the greedy calls of debtors
whos
minions
hate their lives
who are
the crossing guards of enterprise

my back aches
my mind a tempast
filled with
old feelings
of an un worthy life

it
drives me to busywork

i pray old prayers
eat too much
want means to escape
and
there is no portal
in sight
except the imaginings
of hope
that light of hope
manufactured from
loss
from the memory
of ease gone by
from
the dream of heaven
from
the posturing of
moonlight on
a typists hand
who
like sysiphis
rolling the stone of hope onto the page
finally gets to the end of his labor
only to
toss it
crumpled into
an overflowing
burning
basket

i sit
crosslegged
across from the tatooed man
who
rests with his hooka
dangling
like
an anchor
from his sleeping lips

all i can do is wait
all i can do is sing my song
here in this familiar darkness
into the soft cotton air
dank and echoless
knowing that
my personal
horton

will hear

things inside

2006-02-15T18:28:00.000-08:00

there are those
things
inside
flailing around
like ink from a squid
or
tin foil
fooling missles

these things
thoughts and rememberances
who's sole intent
is to screen
all of my reasons
for
failure
for mistakes made
for injuries done
accidental
and
on purpose
are
somehow
dreamed

it seems

perhaps
these blank spaces
mask
a lost advantage
or
lost opportunties to become
fully
me

or
perhaps
the need of something larger
that invisible sense
of
an
other

a life force
that needs me
as i am
for now

these reasonings
these rationalizations
are nothing more
than
masks

how do I draw a map
toward my
ending

is there one
really

am i simply
a dream
of
me
placed
on
some
easle
a puzzle
working itself out
an

i
am

simply
a catalyst
a part of a dreams
dream
being dreamed
by

by
what

oh it's all so dramatic
this posing
this seeming mortal immortality

i live
i love
and
there are better men
lesser men
and
all those in between

yet
i feel it

here

this thing
inside
like a pleasant promise
a knowing lingering melody
a warm bright
memory
of
next

i cater to my childhood god
i make promises
i dance
i weep
i raise my eyes
to the ever outward
gaze of the universe
and
like job
or
rumi
or
the singing drunk
or
the cellular monk
or
the lost vaudvillian
i
fall to the knees
of wonder
and
try
to simply
trust
that my life
is a candle
in someones
dark night
that my being
is necessary
that i am complete
even when
i do not know

even
when
i do not
know

the reader

2006-02-09T04:03:00.000-08:00

you
are here
with your interested eye
a blessing for a poet
who reacalls his life
with thoughts of god and circumstance

it is good to know that
there are those
who's lives are far away
co mingle with those who's search
are on a path
like mine

and yet
the paths we tread
are ours alone
with arms spread
taking in the day
this life
this vision
this dream

and still
and still
as we glance
from side to side
there are those who walk
just inside
this vision
who
like many
many others
stride toward the light
like birds
migrating into the sun
or ships
who's destiny's unknown
travel toward
an end
appearing
always
far too soon

it is the path that is the finality
the end is simply
another beginning
a door
to the next ever widening
inclusive
way

and
you
the reader
you know
you travel with me
through your eyes
your vision
your spirit
as you
treck toward your
uncertian
destiny

welcome

the test

2006-02-07T08:15:00.000-08:00

it does not matter 'bout my growing age
weather young or old or new or bearded sage
fate has a funny way to turn the page
tragic hopeful, or filled with roiling rage
life goes on no matter how i feel
what i do just simply turns the wheel
heart of gold or soul of tempered steel
while i balance on the edge of real
the search is futile when in my heart i know
that all thats inside on the outside shows
through the summer rain or winter snow
taking this lifes pleasures and it's blows
all i know is deep within my heart
it sits there waiting for a time to start
whether stupid or extremely smart
i have it in me wholly, not in part
so the test is whether i can see
how my truest heart can simply be
from desert storms to tropic gentle sea
the fullest all that makes what i call me

amen

such stuff as dreams are made

2006-02-05T07:51:00.000-08:00

we skip along as if this precious time
was nothing more than something permanant
making little movies in our minds
that worry 'bout the future and the rent

little do we hold it seems to me
that where we are is frailty at best
that dreams are dreams no matter what we see
until our dream is at last put to rest

so why not dream the dream of worlds of good
to make our dreams the best that we can dream
filled with yes with no regrets or shoulds
without the pall of doubts or shades of seems

we are the stuff it's true that dreams are made
so let us dream loves greatness 'fore we fade

re incarnation

2006-01-31T19:43:00.000-08:00

when in the easy wanderings of youth
when fireflies flew their glitter in the night
every breeze was born in me to sooth
while all the evenings filled with subtle might

a sprite appeared who dressed in every color
found it's way into this softened air
sighed it's whispers to my youthful flutter
and soon i lost the color of my hair

oh the skipping frailety of then
who's nows are wearing out their new bought shoes
walking all the rythms all the airs
while singing growing lyrics to the blues

it's just the way we seem to grow and then
it's time to start a new path once again

the church of one

2006-01-27T22:44:00.000-08:00

the church of one is like the bhodi tree
sheltering the one who is awakened
still as a shimmering lantern with in me
never at all alone or left forsaken

it sits inside the deepest heart of i
the ever shaping vision of a life
watching as the ships sail slowly by
in every shape or form so very rife

is it you my friend or is it me
who shapes this world of gods we see before us
like the lonley barks out on the sea
seeing land do find it fair or dust

we are the makers of our pathways plight
in the church of one all day
all night

the tattooed man iv

2006-01-25T20:26:00.000-08:00

the tatooed man
is
swirling
whirling
a dervish

rumi's
friend

a motion picture
in motion

my life in little movies
on his cape

some
sepia

some
technicolor

some
black
and
white

stills move
like
harry potter paintings

personalities
places
mistakes
old lovers
great moments
old feelings

birth
and
the other end
perch like
laughter on the sidelines
as my
life
passes
in twirles
on the tattooed man's
cape

he dances like shiva
is still
as
siddartha

is complete
like
mateo appearing

mateo
the human
shaman

inside the tattoed man

welcomed
and
loved
feared
and
in wonder of

for mateo
abides no man
loves all

the tattooed man
is a flag
he
moves
like a dreamscape
first
on green grass
then
on fire
under clear water
in
pure air

i
in the temple
the tattooed man seats himself
breaths hard
in a sweat
on
his
bright silken pillow

i sit with him

his cape speaks
his eyes
glitter
wild
green

he smiles

diamonds in rags

bare soul rising

yes

he shouts

yes

he says

he says yes

he stands
he flings
his cape
he flies above me
he shouts
his voice
light
wind water
extatic
brave

yes he shouts

yes
yes
yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes

... yes ...

i stand
alone

i am

the tattooed man

boojums and angels

2006-01-24T17:39:00.000-08:00

boogums

know what they are
the things that block
vision

opinion
good to have one
bad to keep one

definition
nice to theorize
for fun

judgement
big hole there
big chasm

expectation
the spanish prisoner
lord of nowhere

oh how they hurt
soul

angels
come riding
light
enlightening

creation
wonderful
watch the hubris

love
ahhh love
a bright polishing
vision

a pal
a partner
a real friend
a loving lover
a truth teller
that's home
that
is
the ticket

to

presence
always a gift
a present
presence is

life
the discovery
of now

the
lasting
ever

living fully
completely spiritual
dark
light
all

thankful for it

i am

new day

2006-01-22T04:57:00.000-08:00

it is another bright and lovely day
the month has filled its yearly life with sun
giving spring a leg up out to play
bringing smiles to winters usual glum

every day i wake up from my rest
greatful that i'm home and safe once more
looking out my window feeling blessed
with love from every corner every door

january spring a pause in seasons
skys so blue the heavens reflect light
answering all the questions giving reasons
for this wondrous living holy sight

thankful for this days abundant living
amazed my path's so beautiful and winning

january

2006-01-20T08:04:00.000-08:00

if i were

january

this year

i would be confused
knowing that i was invented
by people
who all have rules
like
january is supposed to be cold
snowy
give cabin fever
flu
stuff like that

now the earth
has decided that
january
is march
last year
march
was
january
(ok so it's different in austrailia
and
south america)
and now
it's warm
even balmy
confusing
"the earth is pissed"
someone said
i agree
wind
rain
warm
then a blizzard
that very day
twice in one week

wake up human
species
we've offended our mother
she is coming for us
with a hickory stick
problem is
there's no place
to run

the carrot

2006-01-12T20:21:00.000-08:00

alone in my illness
my companion at my side
austrian mountains
mozart on the ride

a walk
a long walk
surviving

no where to sit

a sunny chilly day
coffee
water
music on the way
singers from tibeten throats
whistling eerie sounds

classical musician
guitar
peddling rounds

on the plaza
countrymen
drinking beer

vegatables at harvest
closing down

bright orange

around the back
of a laden stand
ending it's day

evening sun cold
then warm
showering my weakness

i asked to buy a carrot

shining eyes caught mine

reaching out
with
a single carrot
her eyes smiled
fresh
compassionate
as i bit down

juice
sweet and bright
filled my
sense

i knew then

my life will continue

this simple
jesture
of kindness
gave life

it is
the best carrot
i have ever tasted

sustinance

life

from kind shining eyes

angels
are
everywhere
i thank this one
now
i thank her
always

i shared the carrot
with my
savior
my love

we

walked on

tatooed man3

2005-12-29T08:09:00.000-08:00

the tattooed man
reclines on his pillow
in the temple of wisdom and grace
he fills his cup with the sap of the willow
while filling the temple with space
he sees all the foibles
the tricks and the traumas
of living fully the race
he lives for the moment
his ends and beginnings
are all in just one holy place
his insides are outside
his outsides are in
he walks on celestial clouds
he waits for not one thing
not all things or others
he stands in his permanant crowd

as he travels
his knowledge is mine
don't you know
from this edge of his time to the lasting
the forever of still the always of all
full to the brim and yet fasting
the tattod man is a shaman you see
he's the end of the always beginning
the priest of the ancients
the final recall
the captian of losing and winning
deep dark in my middle
his light always shines
a welcome tacked onto his door
a place i can go
to where all i can know
is written from cieling to floor
the tattooed man lives here and there
inside and out side the temple
he knows all the answers
he asks all the questions
those that are joyus and tremble

the tatooed man has traveled you see
from the seat of the world to the top
he has sailed all the seas
rode all the storms
and there's no indication he'll stop

the tatooed man is forever it seems
without him all life would dissolve
he runs here and there
he stays where he is
with more than determined resolve

when i am asleep when i am awake
the tatooed man makes notations
from outside and in
on not just his skin
he keeps record of daily creations

in dreams he comes in seeming he goes
he gives what i make in my living
he doesn't care if i'm here or i'm there
or weather i'm taking or giving

the tattoed man is the world that i make
as i live through my waking and dreaming
he is what i make as i give and i take
weather making or faking or scheming

he is what i am from my head to my soul
from my birth to the next big beginning
in the decades i have it is love that i dole
that makes him so shine with his gleaming

i am what i am an old sailor said
those are words that require
some cleaning
for the tattoed man is more than a friend
he's the master of my souls hard dreaming

it's a poem my friend and i want it to end
and i'm having a time getting there
let it be said that i just went to bed
and the tattooed man doesn't care

amen

this very day

2005-12-27T13:59:00.000-08:00

it might say
it all
that
weary pooped
just dang tired
sells
its
history
into my veins

ahh that bed looks sooo good

it is a very night
an awake night
a very night
a solitary
familiar

joy
in the underneath
below above
on all sides
verily all
air sun
moon earth
water fire
planets stars
celestial visions
long prayer
meditation
lived life
joy

luz
in the
long day
night
good day night
this very night
holy night
wholley

( light is scattered on the cieling; from there
all around me, warm sheltering
enlightening)

a realization
after
the
fact

this

tired i am
solidly
like a great and good
idea

sleep is a few steps from here
as i know
remember
the very day
the very very day
this day

now
i shall rest

it is so

christmas 2005

2005-12-24T14:59:00.000-08:00

most of life
i
singular
i

red on the head
carrot top
brown eyes
freckles

my brothers all
towhead
blue eyed

priest in the hallway
mother gone to heaven
smell of lunch and chalk

wailing

echoing
echoing
echoing
down the corridors
of my
memory soul

father gone

walking away from
his resting place
brothers ahead
me behind

leaving home
lost
finding friends
losing love
discovering
poverty

singing
in my solitude
motorcycle freedom
weeping in the wind

and
in that wind
i flew
finding my heros
my saviors
my enemies
within

always within

left
leaving
always leaving

alone

seasons
children
joy
solitary fatherhood

years passed
searching
gnashing

a constant question
haunting me

why
then why
then why

late nights
early mornings
high and wandering
childhood god
abandoning
my notions
of
freedom

lifes
long dark road
sprinkled with the
light of children
walking running sprinting
gasping
drowning
falling

suddenly
light
miracle of love
flashing

after
three score years
you
look in
seeing
me

to my surprise

into
this tattered soul
this confusion
this
lone graduate of isolation

light

yes
i have had
some success

much wandering
from
arms to fragrant arms
from
sadness to hiding
holding tight
to
baccus

clinging

a barnacle
on the hull
of my
abandoned junk
filled with the prizes
of applaud
of ego

you have lifted me

you are the end and the beginning
of my no longer
lost
life

it is christmas

we are
scraping our barrel

waiting for the

nourishment of rain

the joy of work

and

i know
deeply

that life is all
ours now

we are on a new journey
we are
we
until
the final
luxury of breath

on this christmas day
you are my greatest gift
you are
my greatest love
you are my friend
companion
my truth

i love you

i thank
all gods
for your
soul
your
heart
your brilliant mind
your loyalty
your being

you
the great question

the great answer

you

my alpha
my omega

you

my
messenger
holding all endings
all beginnings

i am finished
i am just beginning

christmas

birth

new hope

joy

love

you:

my holyday

Christmas Haiku

2005-12-23T09:58:00.000-08:00

coats scarves to the chin

smiling frosty sighs in time

childlike smile within

eyes turn to heaven

magic elf in red does fly

bringing gifts of soul

solemn prayers of peace

holding our holy moment

burst around the world

living once again

the memory of past time

soaring open skies

breathless sparkling

holy thought continuing

moonlit shining star

blessed birthing light

burning brightly shining soul

savior in us born

haiku

2005-12-23T09:25:00.000-08:00

there are memories
like candles in a window
you are one of these

those that are with me
stand like light above my storm
peace held in your eyes

i am on my path
life continues with it's dream
paths converge then go

windows of the eyes
see what has been always known
this simpatico

5/7/5

five bucks and change

2005-12-22T08:50:00.000-08:00

i have five bucks and change
waiting for a change
leting the walls crumble
till at last
the
way clears

the vision that i need is
blurred by stifling worry
concern

falling away

level headed mirth
smiling
knows deeply that
it is all
not really there

change heads
i say

change minds
perception
walk the walk
stop this hide
and
go seek
mission

you are strong
you are
respected

so things are not great

are you starving
homeless
cold
ill
no

come home
lose the news for a week or two
feel your strengths
love your woman

you go boy
now or never
your time
may be up before
you know it

that thief
time
is nipping at your heels
lay him low
get up
off your ass
and
just do it

played out

2005-12-20T05:09:00.000-08:00

nothing left in the bank till
the next time
nothing i can pull on
squeeking by
like a child in a hiding closet
i cower
wondering if
and if
and if

sitting on my
star
gazing into the dark
things falling apart
health
money
jobs
all

still
my vision
holds
my dream is intact
let it be
let my dream manifest

fear
like the dark cold
grips me
the angels are
standing on street
corners
smoking and drinking
they wander the pathways
of my soul
like so many insects
i am too old for this
i am too old
i lay my burdon on the court of
destiny
i plead my
case
my dream is there
it is waiting birth
give me the tools
so that i might build
my dream
into laughter
love
security
o
let it shine
i am only a man
who has a dream
i am only that
i am only that
i am only that

my temple

2005-12-16T15:09:00.000-08:00

my temple is vast and small
it takes up all my room
my temple has
vast doors
ornate
ancient
wooden

carved
with
my history

my temple opens into

desert mountian

glass
domed
small inside

holding the universe

into the firmament
it opens
vast
and
mysterious

inside
my temple
are two
trancendant pillows
on one
sits a
transparent
tattooed
man

my history
covers his body
letters
sentences
photos
movies
memories imaginings
dreams longings
travel in blue along the highways
of his entirety
inside and out

he knows me
he is me
exposed
naked
vulnerable

my temple is bright
the temperature
easy

the tatooed man
sits walks
stands
turns
his voice
the air
his knowledge
my own
he is
fearsom
gentle
soft
warlike
attentive

my temple echos
his imprisonment

he cries out
to be
in
the open
in the
ease of light
the velvet calm
of night

only
i
have the key

to free
my sage
is
to free myself

when
the
temple crumbles
freedom comes
to
the temple
the tatooed man
and
to
me

sun dust

2005-12-15T09:10:00.000-08:00

the tattooed man
spreads sundust
over the path i tread
he's marked with his life long earnings
of love of life and dread
he wanders over my span of life
lighting a maze of ways
from buddah to all the christ the lords
in who's mangers he did lay
the tattooed man has history
in colors on his skin
you can read up on his mystery
from his toe tops to his chin
he knows my thoughts ahead of time
he traces my deepest fears
he walks my path with angels
throughout my numbered years
the tatooed man has wings
like tarahumara
on his feet
he laughs the while i struggle
toward the illusions that i meet
he picks me up as i fall away
he weeps when i am down
he feeds my soul
he pays the tolls
as life makes it's constant rounds
the tattoed man he lights the way
brandishing a blinding sword
he lives with me deep in my soul
his magic holds no bounds

the tatooed man he is my sage
my high priest and my savior
i look to him for guidence now
i ask him this one favor:
let me pay the price i must
to finish what i've started
let the house of dreams be built
in mexico and kentucky
let money come so that the
pressures gone
and the poor can feel more lucky
let there be some savings please
a cushion we can lie on
so that all is well
when you ring that bell
and i have some land to die on

back

2005-12-12T13:48:00.000-08:00

the dreams i have of late are old
of struggle in the mystic lost and found
wandring in the place of stories told
confused by what I see by what i'm bound

tired i am of images of loss
bored to death of things that bring me worry
up to here with negative porr talk
sick of feeling that i must be sorry

the time of future days is growing older
the time for final action in my lap
all that i am doing make me bolder
moving far away from me the sap

i think my heart is moving toward kentucky
where all that i am feeling's very lucky

off again

2005-12-06T04:55:00.000-08:00

to seek my fortune
to tilt my soul
toward my
ends
to work at love
to bend my heart
into lifes
joy
to walk my path
to send my light
into bliss
and peace

i follow again
the bright ribbon
of
my dream

i journey away
a small destination
to return
to love

i go i go
not far
yet

this
crossing
goes on
opaque
unsure
vital

this adventure
this
ever changing
kaliadascope
this
precious
wonder
holds my dream

a vision
devoutly held
i wander
this passage
in awe
holding every moment
as it flees

i know
i will never really
pass away
i shall pass
this way
again

winter bird

2005-12-05T06:10:00.000-08:00

winter bird flies
lands on seed
of
beebalm and flox
feeds on leftover
summer abundance

prayer flags
sag
wet freeze
life sleeps
under snow
under tundra
earth
tilted winter
takes hold
grey skies threaten
snow
dogs hide deep
hay bound
kitten snuggles
fire cracks
pops
warm glow
the winter night begins

goodnight

2005-12-03T20:06:00.001-08:00

good night
tonight good night
the time has come
to fold the old mind
up
to blanket
the
horse
g'night
time to drop 'm
twice
take leave
ease up
chill
bag it
fall
face full
into
pillows and bliss
and
blessing the moment
made it again
to my wonderful
easy
lap of my luxury
bed
lights out
kiss
goodnight
snuggle
for a while
turn over
settle
butts touching
easing off
O
let today
fly
into fantacy
as
sleep
slides
in
as good night
surrounds
my dreams
of we
and
rounded sleep
slowly
closes
the
door

goodnight

2005-12-03T20:06:00.000-08:00

good night
tonight good night
the time has come
to fold the old mind
up
to blanket
the
horse
g'night
time to drop 'm
twice
take leave
ease up
chill
bag it
fall
face full
ito
pillows and bliss
and
blessing the moment
made it again
to my wonderful
easy
lap of my luxury
bed
lights out
kiss
goodnight
snuggle
for a while
turn over
settle
butts touching
easing off

let today
fly
into fantacy
as
sleep
slides
in

the cold

2005-12-01T09:46:00.000-08:00

this is the day my cold goes away i think
i've had it in me for a couple of weeks
keeping my mind on the very edge the brink
making my rest a fit of caughing clinks

the wearyness of this viral invasion
the constant struggle just to get around
the temper short on almost all occasions
has kept my feet compleatly off the ground

the mirror shows me looking so much older
the ticking clock reminds me constantly
i have but a little time to shoulder
my enormous responsibility

it's all a part of living life i know
an ever shifting blowing steady snow

first snow strange poety

2005-11-24T08:23:00.000-08:00

the blink of a dream
leaves are light colored babies
little shoots welcome the earth
crocusus bow prayer to the warmth
birds begin singing their mirth

in a late summer haze
fishermen wish for a breeze
forest is dark with it's air
dogs rest beneath where there's shade
bobcat hides deep in his lair

bright leaves are all flashing
cool winds blow welcome returns
birds away high in the blue
squirrels fill their chattering cheeks
hawk screes her message of truth

first snow she falls wet
quiet is deep in the town
families wake to the white
rooster crows calling in time
wait for the long winter night

blink of a dream
all what we seem
blink of a dream
all that we deem

springsummerfallwinter
life that we dream
blink of our seems
all what we glean
in the spark
in the flash
in the tick
as we
dream
as we
dream
as we
dream

thanksgiving

thanksgiving

2005-11-22T07:39:00.000-08:00

here inside
my constant friends
my growing family
my two dogs
four cats
fifteen chickens
three horses
my donkey
the sheltering trees
the color filled fragrent garden
the comfort
the spirit
the silence
the clatter
the chaos
the singing ghosts
the easy nights
the tumbling days

here inside
quiet prayer
healthy food
love making
debate
argument
laundry
clutter
angels
demons
imps
buddahs
saints
angels

inside
the kindness
the laughter
the conversation
the embracing
the song
the music

inside
the chickadee
the nuthatch
the mourning dove
the crow
the goldfinch
the hawk
the hummingbird
the dragonfly

the portaits
the photographs
the sculptures
the orchids
the herbs
the hanging plants
the avacado tree
the clicking computer
the ringing telephone

the worry

the work

inside
the life
this life
this wonderful
surprising
glittering
exciting
tumult

inside
this savory
sensuous
blast

inside
this
constant
continuing

inside
all of this
all of it

i give thanks

for the love

for the health

for the kindness

for the children

for my lady

for the love

spread like a blanket

of many colors

over this house

this home

this moment

this

thanks giving

gloria

2005-11-13T08:16:00.000-08:00

she passed into another realm on friday
she walked into that passage like a queen
she said good by to all her friends and lovers
then deep into the morning became dream
she lived her life the way that heros do
obeying no one but her deepest heart
she travelled on the wings of music then
she danced into the arms of time and art
she rests within the love she had around her
inspiring those who deeply know her truth
to live out loud and fully reach their endings
while tasting life and reaping beauties fruit
her spirit now is singing in the wind
never having said "it might have been"

my good son is graduating

2005-11-09T15:56:00.000-08:00

my good son is finding
his losses
he is gaining his world
he is raising his head
from his dark waters
into clarity
he waits for the world
shining
he is loved
and
he holds his love aloft
a sword of peace

his light around him
his strength
abundant
he
gallops easily
standards flying

i watch
i ride behind him
his sentinal
his
guardian
his father
his friend

he laughs in the wings
of my performance
he observes with a keen eye
he knows his greatness
he knows his will

i hold steady
i slowly let go
i watch as his sails
disappear over
my many horizions

he is in the wind
free
my heart
beat
spurring him on

my tears
fall
i have done the best
i can

i wait for his return
i send my armies
my sentries
my gold
my spirit
all gods and wonders
my all
in the service of his
protection

may his life
smile
and may his children
know his
heart

and
may love be with him
in all ways
on all paths
in his darkness and in his light
in freedom and peace
into eternity

amen

spoiling her

2005-11-08T17:52:00.000-08:00

home is a place where
things are
safe
warm
loving
kind
home is a place of
memories
yes
i spoil her when she's here
my baby girl
here is where she sleeps
when she is lonely
where she can rest from
the pressures
of work
of school
where she can be lazy
where she can laugh
where she can take long showers
walk with the dogs
in the woods of her rememberance
she is my
only
my only
little girl
and
now
gone are the days
of endless summers
swinging
flying
on
her
maple tree
rope
digging trenches in the sand
swimming hard
for my shoulders
gone are the days
when she laughed
and
splashed in her singing
bubble bath
gone are the days of
her
freedom
she is grown
she is a woman now

so

when she comes home
to her
fireplace
and
her
purple room
when she opens her
closet filled with dolls
and dresses
and
her shining medals
to feel safe again
i spoil her
yes
i spoil her
i feed her
i do her laundry
sometimes

i let her be

at home

it won't be long
in a fleeting instant
i will be old
she will be away
family of her own
her little girl
or
her boistrus
boy
scraping knees
playing hard
all sweat and sunshine
giving her memories
like cookies and milk
like ice cream and cake
blowing out the candles
of time

her purple room
will give way
her dolls and medals
gone
her playhouse
returned to the earth
her swinging rope
her gym
her
funny faces

and

i will remember
in my solitary memory
loving her
spoiling her
wishing
she were here
and
i will remember
spoiling her
laughing with her
doing her laundry
when she came home
when she came home
so long ago

extention

2005-11-06T11:46:00.000-08:00

can it be
is it
that born
we are always
re born
that what is called
death
is simply growth
life
is a constant
the garden grows
struggles
dies
is reborn
into new life
the deer faulters
and it's heart
stops
he drops
his
old life
gives new life
the earth
is born
dies
explodes into
a million million
fragments
congeals with other matter
is born
new life appears
new souls
repeating and repeating
like a familiar
melody
a drama
constantly unfolding
i am here to witness
i am here to grow and
to change
to be taken and be
reborn
the tree
the stream
and
the rock
all
live within me
and i in them
the mystery continues
i am content

shake

2005-11-04T18:46:00.000-08:00

tis funny how a single man in time
can see and hold his lifes rememberings
his information flowing in to stay
like easy tides of life who's ends in ryme
make us see our simple lifes reflection
while soaring in like music on the wing
holding us as if these lifes directions
are ours alone and truly ours to sing
somewhere beneath the heat of life's frustrations
the auther of these verses lives again
a mirror of our own held up to nature
recognising beauty in all nations
his rhymes are held within like so much truth
inside our searching souls without reproof

too much not enough

2005-10-31T09:03:00.000-08:00

i live a life of up and down
of sometimes doing well
feeling left so far behind
i mostly quake and quell

will the light ever shine
or will i keep pretending
will this struggle ever end
or is it never ending

i am lucky all in all
i've done what i have done
i'm not finished by a lot
i have more miles to run

i question though most every day
all my choices made
when i was young oh how they flew
through lifes confusing maze

yes i have had some moments great
and others filled with shame
all of them so fully stuck
forever to my name

now i sit here still in debt
still smarting from my past
praying for the light to shine
for lasting ease at last

i know that there are those who have
not even clothes to wear
starving homeless sick alone
with no one there to care

yes i know that i was born
beneath a lucky star
that i am here right where i am
through luck and help so far

still deep inside my light shines bright
i have much more to do
i must break free from not enough
i know what love can do

love's all i have when all is done
when sorrows loss is known
sadness is like clinging here
a puppy to his bone

today i make another stride
toward my unknown ryme
until that time i'll always work
to leave my griefs behind

time

2005-10-30T08:04:00.000-08:00

time has change like magical dust
we turned back our clocks back today
buying another minute or two
to put back into the day

as time looks over my rusty shoulder
memories are distant hard
looking back is not so good
movement we cannot retard

i had a dream of someone i loved
who gave me my greatest art moments
over twenty years have passed
and it hurts in my deepest componants

the memories that i have recorded
are bliss for a moment in time
the aftermatih of sorrow inside
is less than what was sublime

today is the day we turned back our clocks
today is all we have
to dwell in what once seemed to be
fells less like a stroke than a stab

so be where you are each moment right now
never move out of this realm
for nothing is real in memory
or that future visions can tell

we turned back our clocks oh yes we did
we turned them back an hour
not a minute was saved of our life right here
or a second to times brief dower

noreaster

2005-10-25T11:46:00.000-07:00

familiar and exciting
the living breathing earth
the shelter and destroyer
the giver and the taker
the claiming of its own
this earth
whose star is smiling
balanced
on the edge
our milky way

who am i
like
jean val jean
i wonder
why am i
what is this
for what reason
is
love
the answer
is
compassion

how do i
keep my balance

there is a voice
chanting inside me
i hear it
faint
almost heard

it is a living voice
a song
a mantra
a thread
it holds me here
in place
i do not know
my purpose

still
i embrace my children

i fall heavily
into the rebirth
of my lovers arms
i fret and struggle
i laugh
i escape
i run into the wind
a lost child
filled with my prayer
my tears
neither
of laughter
or sadness
cry out
and
i feel the answer
i know the outcome
i dance
the dance of my
ancestors
i pray the dreams
of
all mankind
i accept
with reluctance
the foldings of the earth
its fire

i long for life
as it longs inside me

it is my cause
it is my purpose

as i
repent
as i try
again
again
and
again

and the wind blows hard
steady
it is my
celebration
it is my
evensong

the storm

2005-10-24T20:46:00.000-07:00

a storm is coming
hide your head
the wind
might blow you
from your bed
a tree may fly
across the yard
and shingles dance
for rains reward

it's dark and windy
the mice have all hidden
the preachers are praying
aginst the forbidden
the lovers are loving
like clams in the sea
calm can no longer
be taken to be
the waves are all churning
deep out in the ocean
and all living creatures
have stopped all their motion
the storm is a comin'
thers no time for laughter
we're protecting our walls
from the coming disaster

we bought lots of candles
oil lamps and such
put food in the ice box
we won't suffer too much
unless the great windy
should break down our doors
and force all the water
to cover our floors
and like wendy
or dorothy, mary poppins or alice
we're picked up in the air
and
sent flying to dallas

the storm she is coming
the rains coming down
all the people are snuggled up
all over town
the streets are all empty
the children abed
the whole town is shaking
from what anderson cooper has said
better take cover
better leave town
the wind might not get you
but when the storm surge comes round
your house will be floating
your street will be rivers
the thought of it folks
just gives me the shivers

the storm is a raging
i'm going to bed
i'm cnn watching
i'm taking my meds
they know better than me
what's right out my door
what's out of my window
what's under my floor

the wall they may rattle
my tea cups might shake
'til cnn tells me
oh
i
can't
stay
awake

cool rain

2005-10-22T21:41:00.000-07:00

a blessing
really
smoke filters in
the smell
birch ash maple
the signals are there
following
my
unknown path

smoke
the result
the matter
the end

a fire

repentant

reluctant

wanting free travel

and

freedom
like lonliness
fetches
its
own adventure

rain patters wet
cold and easy
like dracula
or sherlock
in
wet streets
a mystery novel
lurks around
cigarette and collar

determined

tough

knowing

so where do you fit in

how does it work for you

are you brave

puzzlement

2005-10-20T19:20:00.000-07:00

an incident occured
a flash of
my dark side
jumped into the arena
surreal
as if
watching
a rememberance
or another
me
on the street
in new york
young people
angry with me
and my temper
on the brink
ready
to do
to take
unreasonable action
i did not
i was frightened
of myself
unable to react in
any way
but
with
awful patronzing
empty threats
empty me

when i think
i have the answers
another question
another
sadness

who is this man
from whom
i am speaking
who is this
who
is acting so
badly
so
unknown
yet known

i walked away
sad
with no excuses
much remorse
and
angry

the way

2005-10-19T02:39:00.000-07:00

there is a quote in a holy book of many
that says I AM is the only creating force
i believe that what i see like any
is flowing through the frames of lovings course

the way itself is ever open narrow
and holds us in humanity at once
picking up our falling downs by barrels
helping when we take the hardest punch

I AM is the creator and creation
it's "what we see is what we get" each time
as we take our path through every season
while our fate is balanced on a dime

the answer lies in the balance of our actions
choosing all the best of lifes attractions

panic

2005-10-02T11:10:00.000-07:00

panic is a toad
filled with running warts
a boar with bloody teeth

panic is
a mirrors image

panic over
who what
and
when
is
an insidious
energy sapping
disease

panic over
time
over
place
or event
is
like a dark field
filled
with nettles

panic cripples
it is a self important
slough
over flowing
with the bile
of
worry

panic over what may come
is like
panic over
the date and time
of
extinction

panic

over
who is pleased
or
not pleased
over
fear of
retribution
money
love

is
to defeat
the joy
of
creation

there is no real room for it
no real
love
in it

panic
is a demon
a trickster
a clown
the jester of
the
darkside

don't panic

october 1

2005-10-01T07:56:00.000-07:00

the first day
always the first
day
rising
standing up
being at home
a blessing
on the first
every
day

there will be
a last day
and
it will start
a usual
first day

this day will matter
as i rise
as i dress
as i
brush my hair
my teeth
shower and shave

this day wil matter
this
first and last
day

how i love will matter
how i love
is all that will matter
on this first day
this last day

as i walk from my home
to my car
or as i rest
in my bed
reach for my love
or as i
speak my
last word

this day
this first day
this day of passing
into the known
into the unknown

today could be that day
so i love
and i watch
and i enjoy
this great gift
as i look through
the windows of being
as i travel the path
this path
i still tread

this is the first day
this is the first day
this is the first day

i am glad for it

war

2005-09-30T07:53:00.000-07:00

"hunh! what is it good for
absolutly nothing"
here we are
humanity
struggling
for land power oil
here we go
killing ourselves
our planet
our souls
we
make war
we understand little
about
commandments
lessons taught
by
prophets
by
our deep
inner
life

war is fear
war is greed
war is hate
war is revenge
war is
our dark side

let us
remember that we
are
light

lets let the light shine
let it shine

the awful spectre of war
can be lost
then we can be found

love
is the only difficulty
the only answer

creation

2005-09-29T08:10:00.000-07:00

we are being drawn
toward the edges
of love
marking our way with
the strands
of memory
and
of deeds

we linger with the notes
of childbirth
and
of dreams
then
like
growing flocks
of gentle birds
fly
again

new horizons
melt into our eyes
paintings
flow in and through
our senses
color fly
light
moves
then
flickering
pass
into
reflection

we attempt holding
these
illusions

the winds
of passing
move us
like leaves
our skin
changes
our eyes
darkly
light the way
we must
move on
a constant
promanade
of home
family
friends
money
joy
sadness
gain and loss
birth and death
our creation
stands
like ice in the sun
until
the earth and stars
contain us
and new creations
begin
we are the sight
the sound
the taste
the
recognition
the
mindefulness
of
the universe
we are
the great
rising and falling
succeeding
failing
falling and soaring
we create
we destroy
creation and creator
of creation
with creation
in creation
created
we are
the great
I AM
then
and then
no thing
and then
all things
once again
into
the infinity
of
all creators
all creation
in all ways
forevermore

this old cloud

2005-09-27T07:49:00.000-07:00

this old cloud keeps hanging overhead
like some old imp who eats away at dread
and here we sit like targets for the wealthy
squeezing us for every drop of healthy

well we won't stand for constant rainy weather
we'll dry off down to the smallest feather
then we'll fly as if it never stopped here
far away from constant aching fear

clouds are made to test our honor standing
so we can make it through with shining grace
standing tall and knowing we're demanding
that we show the best of the human race

all we can do is never give up living
with strength all filled with love and the joy of giving

be present

2005-09-22T08:11:00.000-07:00

be present to all
this is the warrior path
this is the peace path

she worries

2005-09-18T17:33:00.000-07:00

she worries
she worries
she steps into the dark
she never had to worry 'bout this
and i say
lets look at the light
lets see the sun
what is it we're holding onto
it'll vanish when we are gone
we have to take the blows
the darkness with the glow
and when we have to go
it goes with us
lets not worry about the stuff
we have our family and that's enough
we can live on what we have
until the sunrises
again
i have faith in my childhood god
the one who helped me through
the one who guided me
and he will
help you too
you have to know
you have to trust
you have to stay right here
in the moment
you must
when we look at things this way
all the worry falls away
then there's room for us to say
life is good
don't you see we're taken care of
don't you know we're temporary
don't you feel it in the air
it's right there
it's with you

waiting

2005-09-16T01:28:00.000-07:00

i spend lots of time waiting
for this and for that
for those who are late
for my time up to bat
if i am late too
i go very crazy
if others are late
well to me they're just lazy
i wait for the work
i wait for the mail
at least i'm no convict
waiting in jail
i wait for the doctor
i wait for the calls
i wait and i wait
it's no fun at all
i wait for my money
i wait for the train
i wait for my agent
it drives me insane
i wait for a paycheck
i wait for for a job
i wait for most all things
i feel like a slob
i wait for a savior
i wait for my food
i wait and i wait and
it does me no good
i wait for an answer
i wait for my money
i wait for the bees
to make me more honey
i wait for results
i wait for the tests
i wait for the time
that will bring me some rest
it's hard all this waiting
it's hard to do this
i need to relax
and stop making lists
so i'll just hang out here
right where i am
until theres no waiting
that's simply my plan

anger and tears

2005-09-15T09:36:00.000-07:00

this morning i felt all my anger and tears in great storms
i could not control my heartache and lonliness harm
i wept for and hour regretting the life i have led
missing my children the joy in the family i had

the tears were not bitter or sweet they were filled with regret
knowing that i'd made mistakes that i cannot forget
that my anger and temper have driven my lovers away
including the friends that i've hurt with my self serving ways

it came at me from every direction this morning
as if all the death and disater of life i was mourning
i feel it right now as i sit in my lost and sad way
this thing in my heart that is hurting so badly today

to know what to do is so out of my weakening grasp
i feel i look forward to my shallow final last gasp

headliner

2005-09-13T07:59:00.000-07:00

headliner headliner where can you be
are you under a rock or behind an old tree
the time will get short and so will the lines
if we do not find you just in the right time

headliner headliner won't you appear
we need you we need you long before the new year
this is important people are homeless
desperate lonely starving and loveless

you must understand that this is quite serious
you need to appear before we're delirious
the need is so great it's on my tv
these people so need us to help don't you see

so headliner headliner we need you now
to help the recovering people somehow
its right in our soul deep in our hearts
to help with the ends and start with the starts

we know you are out there we're waiting to hear
for the good news you bring the time draws so near
come in to our welcome come into the light
we know you are with us we know we are right

so come greet us here don't feel we're so small
so that deep in your heart you can really feel tall
we'll wait and we'll look for the magic to happen
we know it's right there we can hear the folks clapping

so come out where you are come out of your hiding
for the great noble cause that we so are abiding

sureity

2005-09-12T08:29:00.000-07:00

demons
those rascals
hopping around
inside
looking strange and flawed
it's
a mirror
it's what i see before me
life makes
strange images
appear
a
hall of mirrors
mind games

wanting to run
i press forward
i move through the muck
of imagining
like an ice breaker
fog lights dead ahead
can't look back
can't deny
those in need
no matter what
my situation becomes

life
spins slowly away
birth
is constant
the rainbow
lives
the pot of gold
is the joy
of making a difference
so i take
my
self
to the edge
i look out
and see the canyon
it is beautiful
i leap
i plunge
my wings morph
my
eyes become sharp
i sing the song
of the eagle
i see others
soaring
in the distance
these are the wings
of
god
of all faith
of
this new adventure
moving
into
my soul
into the canyons and the clouds
of
constant
unrelenting
birth

sunday

2005-09-11T07:30:00.000-07:00

cool outside
sunday
here we go day
the challenge is before me
chairman me
going to make things happen me
with my lady
my chairman
driving me forward

can i do it
am i able
i want to help
am i the man for the job
clearing my head
coffee
breakfast
suppliments

and then
survival
the pressures of
providing
a combination
like an earthquake
shaking me daily
challenging
patience
intelligence
faith

i so wish to go on
i so pray to succeed
i wait daily for
my voice
i wait to hear i
feel it
i wait to be drawn out
to be brought to life
the road is long
i get ready
i step into the void
i am
held
in the arms
of
love

beauracrat

2005-09-09T21:50:00.000-07:00

not so fat
somewhat regular
not soft
brilliant some
on the dark side
of the
source
and
the other side
then
there are
those who try the middle
ground

going in cold
feeling out of place
knowing that the road
is slowly traveled
to find
the help we try to give
so that some
may
live out their lives
warm
fed
loved

seeing the need
gut shot with it
i am drivin
i am not alone
i feel it in the open air
like a sudden bird of music
shouting
go
diving swooping
calling out
go
do that thing that
makes you feel
alive like
song and thunder
stillness and wonder
here we are
the world turning
changing
leaping up
shouting
go
go
go
go do
go do your heart
break your sacred
seal
the levels are falling
the chaos
is rising
the streets are empty
in
times square
the homes are flooded in
the utah desert
go
life is
a long meeting
a
long day
a big
yes
go
go on now
go on now
thats right
go on
go
do right
reach
work
pull hard
hold the hand in need
work through
tears
laugh like a childhood
feed your family
give all
take nothing
go
this is the long
run
this is
the time of strength
prayer
do not turn away
hold hold
go to the danger
run to it
go
this is a maze
filled with
opinion
with self
walk
head high
look beyond it
the light is there
go
the light
the light
the light is there
love
lives in the darknes
the light is there
go

thank you

2005-09-09T06:36:00.000-07:00

for all that surrounds me
for the strength to do the right thing
for the constant prosperity of my life
for my children
for my wife
for my friends
for poetry theatre art
music
for the extacy of discovery
for the dakness and the light
for my health
for this life
for my family
for all good and beautiful things
for all of it
i am so greatful
i ask this
comfort for those who suffer
shelter and food for the hungry
drink for the thirsty
love for the lonely
laughter for those in dispair
freedom for those who are in prison
justice for the innocent
peace on earth
protection for children
easy death
rest
may the earth be blessed
it has given all of us
this wonder
this life
amen

dreams

2005-09-08T07:40:00.000-07:00

disaster dreams and horror filled my sleep
my daughter kidnapped then my search to find her
i turned into a monster woke myself
junkie dreams of rape and fear of murder
the stress of no real job is getting to me
the constant struggle to help those in need
the fact that i must face my growing older
worry that i still have mouths to feed
maybe that is were the dreaming comes from
fighting for a way to make things better
holding up the weight of life and then some
praying for a break in this bad weather
what i do from now on counts a lot
survival's on my plate i'm on the spot

Haunted House

2005-09-07T08:24:00.000-07:00

this house is haunted
yes it is
every corner of it
generations
babies laughing
playing
food and love
loss and sweat
happy gatherings
fireside musings
sad news
silence
music
storys
prayer
hope
joy
dispair
this house is haunted
with voices
with memory
it is palpable
it is
real
the beams in the ceiling
hewn by hands long past
hold the memory
of the those who
passed them
as they stood
in the woods
holding
birds who's nests
spawned song
flight
weathered storms
and
seasons
now they remain
sentinals
observers of generations
these walls have
watched childern grow
the old pass away
endured storms
seen sons
leave for
every war
held
wounded soldiers
passing
treated here
has seen
daughters
give birth
raise children
this house is haunted
with music
conversation
passion argument
laughter
the smells of savory food
animals and children
this house holds the work of many hands
hard handed work
soft rememberances
rest
peace
longing
revelation

spirits
wander
spirits blend
spirits become harmoney
become the very texture
substance
strength
and
will
of lifes journey
this house is filled
with
humanitys wealth
this house is haunted
this house is haunted
with all who have
passed this way
this haunted house
lives and breathes
this wonderful
beautiful

home

lives

The Last Rose

2005-09-04T14:55:00.000-07:00

the last rose of summer stands so ever watchful
as it does at this time every year
blooming full and beautiful 'fore fall
becomes the color of the smallest tear

it signals that another year has past
that my place is limited to time
that all things born were never meant to last
as i pass fom this life to sublime

the rose is but a subtle small reminder
that my time is precious to be spent
on things i've always hoped for to be kinder
before my final moment this time rents

i am but a passing conciousness
the rose a lovely sight i am so blessed

Dark Night 4 (aftermath)

2005-09-03T19:41:00.000-07:00

the wrath of nature is the wrath of god
destruction from a wind with demon howls
the poor and helpless left behind to slog
through the awful stench of satens bowels

the destruction so compleatly paralyzing
overwhelming all who had to stay
making life a hell of earthly reason
showing man the smallness of his ways

through it all the hearts of valient souls
run into this hopless awful hell
into the sickening grime and wailing woe
to save the life still left to make things well

bless the souls who help this changing world
as the sails of change sadly unfurl

Dark Night 3 (greed)

2005-08-31T08:06:00.000-07:00

the consequence of excess is showing now
the earth is waking up to all the greed
the raping of it's forests and it's air
the taking of it's life by slow degree

the arctic shelf is melting rapidly
fires are blazing storms are taking hold
the ocean is rebelling openly
as our race is being slowly told

it is to late to take the damage back
it's time to reclaim everything that's lost
our selfish notions put us on the rack
and into memory we are slowly tossed

in my heart i pray this isn't so
i fear it's where the human race may go

dark night 2 (the storm)

2005-08-30T08:35:00.000-07:00

there are things that teach us all great lessons
when the elements so touch us that we can't
imagine that our lives could be in session
with the gods prevailing 'ore our rants

when circumstance or nature brings a shock
that even the most jaded can't avoid
we are inundated and we're mocked
by nature showing power ever poised

we hear of the disasters far and wide
affecting people from another place
and when disaster shows up by our side
we're shocked to know we're part of the human race

humbled by the circumstance today
i pray for those who suffer in harms way

dark night 1

2005-08-29T22:57:00.000-07:00

in the dark night of the soul i'm told to go
where all of the dark night's river
flows and grows
it is where the boojums life is led
down the road named ignorance and dred

i happen upon it every once and a while
watching it with it's manufactured smile
lead me down my very own primrose path
while easing me into it's subtly powerful wrath

i am the sucker the one who was born in that minute
sometimes the singer who's melodies' ever so off
or i am the batter who's timing has passed it's limit
or the banker who's forgotton
the difference 'tween spendin and cost

suddenly i know why the darkness is greatfully here
so i can see that i make all of my fears

salem

2005-08-29T16:11:00.000-07:00

witches and ghosts of the sea
shops and merchants
who sell with glee
wonderful food
makes me feel good
feels southern
as southern can be

wandering throughout the old streets
captains who sailed all the oceans
had houses now preserved to see
so that we can imagine their notions
black doors are painted out front
letting us know who lives there
magik and wicken no stunts
it's serious for foul or for fair
sailboats and yachts on the water
dotting out to the horizon
a feeling of safe everywhere
from dusk to the sunny sunrising
the legends of dungeons and trials
of hangings of local hysteria
are still in the air to this day
twas a plague even worse than maleria
so now i sit here in the dream
thinking i saw what i saw
deciphering seem after seem
recomending these sights to you all

sunrise

2005-08-26T09:22:00.000-07:00

this day of wonder
rising up from in the east
the sun bringing life

turning it over

2005-08-23T10:11:00.000-07:00

i turn it over
to the thing that made me
i turn it over to the whole
to that that gives me eyes to see
to that that that sends me music
to that that gives me Lora Lee
to that that makes me be
to all the voices i have heard
that help me carry on
to all the knowing
to the word
that creates my
living world
i turn it over
because i can't
do this all alone
because i know
that this bright light
so briefly does it glow
all the blessings
that i have
are here because of it
i cherish what i have for now
every single bit
i turn it all over to love
to the great i am
the be
the is ness of the moment
the gift
the great alone
the wonder
the mystery
to the one god
the all gods
the reaching
the holding
the letting go
to all holy
sacred
ideas
to the
single idea
i turn it over
i give it up
i let go
knowing
i am held up
as i step
yet again
into the abyss
into
the cloud of unknowing
into primal
essential
faith
i let go
i turn it over

amen

monday

2005-08-22T01:41:00.000-07:00

well well well well
monday now at last
monday gives me fits
monday gives me gas
monday makes me want to cry
or makes me scream in fits
i really don't like monday
don't like it one li'l bit
monday makes me worry
monday all the bills
monday all the phone calls
monday breaks my will
monday is the day of morning
for all who go to work
for those on unemployment
makes us feel like jerks
spending all the live long day
trying to be proactive
creating work on this and that
not much of it attractive
monday makes me scream and cry
for just some small relief
from climbing up the walls
and screaming "oh good grief"
monday is a day for looking
down another week
of hoping for a little break
a living i do seek
oh well i guess i'll have to
put in this crappy time
so that when the calls come in
i'll make another dime

saturday morning

2005-08-20T09:09:00.000-07:00

i think i'll go get breakfast
in the middle of our town
little place called george's
good place to have around
maybe eggs over easy
maybe i'll have 'em poached
while i listen to my buddy ed
complain or tell a joke
the coffee's really good
the folks around are friendly
except for private clubbers
who sometimes drive a bently
so i'll get in my pick up truck
i'll drive a mile or so
maybe i'll get the rock star spot
it's the parking place of gold
i'll ease into the diner
i'll say hello hello to al
he's the aussie cashier there
who talks really really loud
i'll order me some breakfast
maybe i'll read the paper
'til ed comes in all smiling
what a mischief maker
he pinches all the waitresses
he complains about his eggs
he moons about his love life
how his buisness is in the dregs
he tells me great long stories
with his great big hands
he says "quickly" every time
he's the leader of the band
the dishes rattle everywhere
familys all chatter
while coffee's poured abundantly
it's really all that matters
so i leave here presently
after i brush my teeth
brush out my unnruly hair
for the strangers i might meet
so long and take it easy
try to stay in trouble
i am off to george's now
i guess i'll leave my stubble

crawford

2005-08-19T08:34:00.000-07:00

seems like the world just sings the same old tunes
while love has died for reasons yet unknown
everywhere the sages read their runes
while childern die of hunger all alone

why do i sit here doing no one good
waiting for a call to save my comfort
why is it i do nothing when i could
be out there helping those with no resort

the world is tyranized by greed and power
religions face has turned to satens bed
the ruin of man is marching every hour
to the beat of crawford texas' head

while chidren die of hunger every second
war tilts it's awful power in all directions

damp

2005-08-16T16:38:00.000-07:00

this day is damp as you can see
it drains the soul of all it's glee
it makes a joke of misery
sags the toast and ruins my tea

i am a man who's suit won't fit
when the damp gets into it
my feet swell up a little bit
it drains me of my mother wit

combine all that with no real job
makes me feel like an old fat slob
without a reason to hob nob
can't even pet my old dog bob

so i sit on my fat ass
watch tv smoking grass
waiting for the time to pass
right along with all my gas

as you can tell i don't feel good
feeling trapped in the neighborhood
can't figure out what do i could
burnt out ruined stick of wood

so here i am feeling sorry for me
too damn lazy to take a pee
lost in obsessive thoughts of gee
feeling old as the oldest tree

it'll stop one of these days
i can feel it through the haze
waiting has it's curious ways
then i'll be clearly out of this daze

so worry not about this old man
he has taken many a stand
down to the very last grain of sand
and wound up in the promised land

doo dee doo dee dum dee dee
it's turned around i'm filled with glee

so tired

2005-08-15T11:36:00.000-07:00

put her on the plane
gone for five days visiting
not much sleep last night

freedom

2005-08-14T19:23:00.000-07:00

kris said it
buddha said it too
jesus preached it
so did
mohammad
moses
sitting bull
chief seattle
gandi
i say it
your gut says it

about freedom

(two monks were sitting on a stone
next to a flowering bodhi tree
nearby a single man did roam
close enough for the holy men to see
this man carried a tiny cotton sack
slung across his back as light as feathers
walking with the wind at his back
oblivious to time or place or weather
the holy men observed with greatest care
and soon enough one spoke out to the other
how he saw such freedom in the stare
of the traveler unlike any other
his companion disagreed with such
as he thought he carried far too much)

the young man knows
as does the old man
the eagle knows
the shepard knows
the hermit knows
as does
the oak
as
the great wind
the open spaces
know
the infant
the dying
the condemned
the true saints
know
those who
explore love
know

freedom

deep inside
like a song never lost
or forgotton
that thrives
in us
as
we wander
laugh and blunder
as we fret and carry on
freedom is the need
the driving force
to live freely
to fear nothing
to know endings
to embrace beginnings
to die with wonder
adventure
joy
love is that
no thing is that
being is that
no loss
only gain

as i let go
as i let go
as i let go

here then comes

freedom