Surreal. Seattle, going away in life. Crystal semi phosphorous. Forensic. Natural, telepathy. Congruent shades of wisdom. Asymptotic symptoms. A virus, addiction forewarned. Created into nothing. How diplomatic. Tactful beyond reason. Green tree frogs leaping in despair through a holographic universe. Intuition of woolly mammoths. Recite the poems. Tongue twisted. A metaphor until dark. Hopefulness closing into reality. Reduce reality to probability. Too little, too long. Too big, and too wrong. Rationalize into a shallow meaning.
Poetry
The Box
The only gift
I know
A container
for your soul
careful
a box
to conceal
opened
reveals
evidence
all that could be
that would be
an empty place
a waiting space
Carve your pick
from memory
grasp the key
to forgotten locks
willfully drink
poison
or plenitude
choice
the final answer
in the box
A Photo
I took a photo
of you
that day
not
to remember you
But for you
to remember me…
Heckled
Stretch my arms
Open the box
Feel blue
pixelated wind
Through my
tie-dyed mind
Heckled
via
the voice inside
Rainbow of thought
caught
Spider web
Delusion
Then it said
Have it your way
Just do it
Find yourself here
You can
Try it
you’ll like it
It’s the real thing
Make yourself heard
Invent
I point
the IR
and press
power
Spent
Hinge
I stand flat footed and wonder
Wonder as I look
Look up
Up top where my future exists
Exists in a way I can’t imagine
Imagine short gnarled pines, still standing
Standing in silky blowing grass
Grass at my feet
Feet I question if can carry
Carry this body
Body driven by a tired mind
Mind searching for remedy
Remedy in hope
Hope
Hope ignites a tired mind
Mind drives this body
Body moved by unquestionable feet
Feet, gnarled, still standing
Standing in blowing grass as I imagine
Imagine as I look
Look down
Down where I used to exist
Cracks in Clarity
I can’t
defend
that moment
when
the perfect
storm
forms
white capped swells
rise with the tide
inside
my mind
and
surge between
cracks
in clarity
Currents of
alleged
lust
pour
in lyrics
throughout
my veins
the pain
promise
and pleasure
perhaps real
or wicked
rush
into reality
I let go
I write
No longer
thought
now said
and read
whispered
evermore
Ocean Entendre
I long
to see
Her shining face
Her smile
her look
breathe
into me
I long
to feel
Her touch
over me
To know
The sound of
her voice
streaming
through
There
I dare
to dream
to visit
Landlocked
without her
I stand
on her sands
and wish
and wonder
if one day
I’ll be part of her
and roll
ashore
gently
and lull
those
who dwell
as I do
Automatic #2
Blocked and locked. Emotionally constipated. New boots by the fireside. Mount, rush, more. Anticipation angrily exerpts. Come on now. Who knows. Geckos, seminoles and weed eaters. Hilarious mocking birds get cloned. Tomorrow seems forever in the eyes of a goat. Bucknife and toothpicks. Popsicles. Chocolate covered cherry wood. Stains in the fabric. Seep through the mind. This empty black hole. Empty in the heart goes without saying. To say is to say. What else? To do is to prove. Onward and inward. Linear regression of thought and emotion. Linear repression, linear digression, linear depression. A straight line to where? The constant path of the least resistance builds no character, but fake values and misguided rules.
my Hidden Camera
If I had a hidden camera
I’d want it to see
talks between
you and me
If I can analyze
what you said
how you acted
maybe I’d
be
Lost in
tranquility
Or tell the future
by looking past
If I had a hidden camera
I’d see my mistakes
I can
change what I said
change how I acted
or change
my drink
to something harder
If I had a hidden camera
I’d zoom
closer
If I had a hidden camera
no matter
I can’t change you
Decisions
I
turn my world
upside down
shake my pockets
all around
Pending decisions
fall
as they may
Cluttered all over
some fall away
I line up the rest
on a big rock wall
Pick up
the first
and
smash
the cast iron lock
on my untenable
mission
Pick up
the next
and
dash
to
desire
To Happiness
Further down
this stream
of consciousness
I drown
rest
put the world aside
submit to calm
hide
Dreams in bubbles
above my head
float up
without me
peace
wait
strong hands
pull
feel the current
and
bright
light
I spill
into another place
my Friend Zen
Nothing like zen
That moment when
‘Nothing’ treats you like a friend
Where it Goes
I’m not a victim
of emotion
I know what I want
The line
that binds
is taut
free my mind
expel the thought
it hits the spot
what’s next
is fate
Untitled
I stand beside myself
In front
I watch the words
dribble from my mouth
I spit the blood of another
in the end I am in love
Marin’s Blue Waves
There’s a place called Marin
where redwoods grow tall
and misty sea crashes
to the rocky wall
Where wind strewn grasses sway
and children play
Where magic looms every step
of the way
Where white gulls cry
blue lizards run
and red dirt paths lead to the sun
Where hills overlook
blue waves
And a golden bridge sways
on strings
and plays
like a violin
And there’s you
a little girl
who’s sails yet will unfurl
A soul called Marin
who’s never known
or seen
the beauty she’s yet to bring
Who’s eyes
see the simple
who’s mind
knows truth
You’ll walk your path
down tales in youth,
in old
and magic
all told
will be yours
one day
and play
like a violin
swaying over blue waves
edward pride 