Hold on!

Like the fire does,
to the sky..

We know heaven in fossils.
We are godly, we are wise.
I held on to you, dear cloud
with rain in your eyes
I showed you life in fire
It means something to Die.
Long winter says over
I kissed him goodbye.
And with spring comes new wind.
              It is new wind..
And what could feel better?
Sweet breezes.
New eyes.

It is a stair
so strong,
so short
yet everlasting.

His eyes not wide
feels not like  sadness
nor like guilt

I feel his longing
his pursuing  
like a bee who sees a flower

buzzing briefly
till he meets her
colors bleeding
sweet nectar.

Hazel eyes
I said I Love you
in my head
without you looking.

He mouthed it briefly
while he kissed me
tongue  and breathing

"I feel it too."

Closer to the sky we rise!
Touching it for brief moments.
Believing planes as Stars!
(its better that way)
Then falling back towards the shore
for we need feel waves
and droplet breezes.
We concord all that was land!
Then apologize as we rise again
(for the land is no ones)
And felt the air all over.
Our wheels show us life!
And our eyes help us believe it.
But we realize today
That there is little soul in wondering
Until you give your life to the land.
So we fed our bodies to shore
and trusted the waves not to eat it.
This will work every time,
just give trust to our mother.
Show hope in her
and her mossy skin will open up all the light
that you came in with.
Pouring out the body
Letting it rise to sky
(and all over)
Feeling like home everywhere
and singing with it years later.
Returning to Heaven
with every curve
with every sight
of your Night Sky Sea Breeze.
And so there lies the gift of travel..

People feel stupid, alone
in crowded places.
What is your tattoos
and hair doos
***** looks
and drug use
going to do for you now?

He didn't have lines,
he had colors
shifting through
different variations of purple
blue

      blue

blue.
while singing to words he did not hear
than bragging
about it years later.

We did not wonder
about the colors
he bore
it was all sounds-
words of pretty and wonder.
They were nice
and Wild!
such a magical thing.
Though I am still waiting
to finally hear him sing
so he can finally show us
his colors, colors.

Her favorite color was Purple.
I know this, because I studied the corners of her eyes.
With bright colored bags
and calm painted skin
it was the most beautiful
thing about her.

In fact her name was
Purple.
Excluding the flawless of me,
reaching toward the stars
showing shine
without jealousy!
We even laughed together
as I so eloquently shoved
the idea of her presence
in the grocery store
aside.
I look back toward her eyes
they are broken and proud.
In motion,
I envied such passion
such simplicity without regret
I scold my illusion...

Seeing life without dark
and holding hands with her tragedy
I look
once more
into
human
eyes
and realize,

that I
now am the ugly one.

I,
Quiet Observer
of the moving air.

Your colors way
as they
wash
     through
           me.

I exhale pulling rolling seas

(the scale fish
wish and
wash
with ease)

I, Observer
of a quiet
room.

These Souls come
in and
     out
we *****!

Aged children
miss
their lullabies  
So he sang
her softly
to sleep.
Her submitting in her dreams.
(wishing it that way)
And it was
for, yes
I saw it all!
I watch the young-ins sleep!

your colors move
I interpret you!

(closed walls)

EVERYONE can see through me!
You
have nothing
to hide
     therefore.

I sang crystal eyelids to rest well into the forgiving hours of the night.

He held my hand in the morning still dead upon arrival.

I watched him pant and drool.

He smells bad.

I Love him.

I once drew a rose,
on the back of my skin.
It was etched deep in red,
I was waiting for him.
I watched my rose part,
from the seams of my mind.
And what ended up was the end-
my goodbye.

My dear roses glimmer as they tear
My daughters fought the werewolf as it came
The lover cried a song of sweetened wear

Pretty moments wasted if not shared
He climbed the frightened footsteps up to fame
My dear roses glimmer as they tear

Saunter slowly such a flimsy pair
The years go by and slowly we are lame
The lover cried a song of sweetened wear

And I know why the people start to care
It’s silly as the mongoose, slow and tame
My dear roses glimmer as they tear

Picture perfect movies and their hair
Our glasses start to drown us in our shame
The lover cried a song of sweetened wear

Weeks go by and life begins to stair
Beauty of the seasons hear our claim!
My dear roses glimmer as they tear
The lover cried a song of sweetened wear

I sit here in Love.
I feel lonelier than ever.
I realize these fantasies
of running away,
really just means
running to him.
My two days alone
snaps me back
once again.
I am still my own person.
He is still his own Man.
A Man who will search the edges
of the Planet with me!
I will never fly alone now
with my other half.

Though I have my life to running.

A picture of Seattle
Will forever linger inside my mind.
Its buildings and brights
its lights
will be ever showing
glowing on my map.
I would see him a few times over
after this very day
all its building
and sneering looks
its crooks.
But once more,
I will miss Seattle
like a withered friendship.
His haunting name'll keep calling
thought I will not be there to answer.

My eyes are wet
and lips wide open
hair angled slightly
that way.
These times of moving
have come to still
in pictures
we feel
we're living.

Now in looking we are sure to fail
the colors
came out
sideways.
The Moons not there
my colorless hair
unhappy
with just being.

"The best part about living is dying,
without dying, there would be no reason to really live."

"I do not like the white house
the white house has no smells."

"People are like baby mountains
who don't realize how large they already are."

"Dreams are like stardust. You cant see them, but they will ALWAYS be there"

"YES! I will stop littering. Once YOU stop wrapping things in garbage!"

"Life is beautiful,
not because it is,
but because it cannot not be."

"Stop writing in straight lines."
  


-Me mostly, and things I've heard passing by

The water that pours
from your greasy faucet
I have found Heaven through you!!
The God of water
that is not there
came for me this morning
after sleeping
at a
truckstop.
I bathed myself into glory!
I washed years go by from land
I saw forever in the distance
while walking back to my car.
These fields I have never seen
though I know I've been here before,
at least I've though about it..

A bird once flew
over a sun lit sky
concretes of golden
and towers he flew.
Distracting for a moment
my peoples worried woes-
distracting for a second
the way our child grows-
I know now whenever
his wings of silver pass
I know our sore silver
will forever last.

<3

Living in the now
really wasn't so great.
What is now
without later?
Is my now here to make my
later better?
If so, where does living really begin?
Maybe it comes in waves:
Build up.
******.
Rest.

What will you do
to get it in?

Time became story
And I fell victim
To the idea of freedom
And what that looks like.
Making up my own game
Then forgetting how to play
Writing my own lyrics
To a song
Never sung.
I forgot
The beat
To the drum
Then dances with it
All wild and crazy
On the beaches
Of a new moon
Lost and frigid
Yet warmed by the sands of yesterdays sun.

Is this what dreams are made of?
Hippy stardust
Among dusty faces
Of such sweet young travelers.
Forrest bathing
Naked
Unafraid
And societally dumb.
The way we were living is not
What we were made for.
So now what?
We turned to the ancient idea of what god is
And they call it “New age”
Spirituality
Unorganized
The way it all started
Before Babylon
And the beginning of corruption.

Time
Running in circles
In the decade of the young
I came to you empty handed
And you took everything from me!
And all I had was the stars in my eyes.

Forced
To live amongst the wicked
And become one of them even
All for cigarettes
And an ounce of food.
Saying
How did we get here?
And where do I go to next?

Replaying
My dads old lyrics
Over and over again
While hitching on the highway 1
One line ringing louder in particular;
“When your here your here”
And nothing to this day has ever been truer to me.

“Be here now” said Ram Das
So your a “traveler” yet you will never be two places at once.
look up to the great heavens of the sky
And the trees - there your home now.
But when you’re here you’re here.
And you will never ever be “there “ again.

Believing
Everything a mystic said to me
Forgetting what day it is
And saying good night to
O’Ryan
“Now this is really living “
I thought.
And it was
10 years later and I’m still humming to the same **** tune.

So this is what dreams are made of
And where stories are born.
You almost lost me to the open sky
And hum of the crooked highway
I almost fell down while running off the trails of the race
But realized no one would be there to catch me if I did. So I stood up and learned to walk again.

(Am I doing this right.)
Am I doing this right? Am I doing this wrong?
Now  that the masses have turned away from me?
But I found my people, once again, hidden behind the trees and past the rivers.
Comforting me
But with slightly different eyes than before..

(On an island)
On an island surrounded by water
I re-live the currents of TIME.
Oh sweet ocean, teach me how to love again!
I will repay you by pouring into you all of my hopes, dreams and comforts.
You can marry me with your water droplets
And I’ll bless each one with every year that passes by

We are mothers and sons
And daughters
And meadows
I am the stream that runs through the vains of our ancestors
I am  the polluted soil
Still giving life to the sprouting seed.

It's a funny thing
when the song you know
to love
gets bleached
onto your sunny day
and all days since
become part
of that sunny tune.

It may be meaningless whilst your mindful listen
then days
and days align
and that song becomes you!

And you talk about that day
as if experienced
in person.
You talk about that day
as if to reminisce
about a moment
you expected to reminisce about.

But just like many others
that day came
and past.
Like others.
And all you have to speak of is that one song.
Like it really meant something
to listen.

It will be recreated in my mind
time
and time
over.

I can not tell you
when my life became imaginary.
It must have been long ago,
that day I forgot about the Sun.
The walls were closing in tight!
They where all I could think about.
Ever since I have been punished
upon its arrival.

Night and Day.

My white prince sits on that empowering doorstep!
I'm blowing out smoke!
I’m yelling at trees!
On my hands and knees
digging because we are all itchy!
For if I dig long enough I will make it through ground.

"And through is where I am suppose to be."

Singing the most beautiful song you will ever here.
Slopping up soup and forgetting what time it is.
Rolling on the ground again, I am still itchy..

My mother and father and sister who would all forget me!
No they cannot forget me they are imaginary too!
Crying very loudly,
No, I am just laughing.
And then calmness when my prince kicks in,
finally..

Blankness, serenity.

Waking up to see Sunshine.
Is it Summer already?
If I feel long enough he can bring me through winter too.
If I lie long enough…
I,
Oh, God just let me through!

I rest again and wake to see no more Sunshine.
.
.

It was as if she would always be by his side,
with quiet beauty
and lipstick
she would.
And her eyes
oh her eyes!
Such magnificent lours,
they caught him last while
by knee.

Now her old lipstick fades and those banges
swiped away,
her skin is as soft
as it will-
For her lour was her lour
as a hook is a hook
and her fish will forever be
DEAD.

They're called writers and artists
they match with the world!
and her label, her label,
"what is it?"

Well my label is this:
I have sun in my eyes
and I swear
that its eyes I will be.

And So
I started thinking of my life
As if it never happened-
Slow, slow
Progression
Observation
That just wasn't there
My genius
Is such a coward in the corner
And most may not seek to come near
Today I stair drunk
As if I wasn't the day before
And so on...
And I remember of
Times of laughter and Pride
no more
And Tomorrow I dance Loudly
In that same corner
no more
and Today my drunk stair
Yes!
You look upon the strange stars of our city!
And Yes!
You counter your fear!
Though Tomorrow is long-
And after-all
We are Here.

"I rode my Bicycle straight up to California!

My shoes shot straight through my feet!

The pedals brought closer!

To Heaven above!

Then I got here.

One dish later.

This is living.

Ill do better. "

"Im sorry James,
I have to take care of myself tonight."

It was not a cry for help
But an anxious roar
Demanding the feelings he use to know
They are not here
Dominance creeps into his
Animal mind
We begin to claw and
Yelp
Frantically panting
Frantically moving
Our environment has changed
We are alone
I take care of myself
Not a baby anymore
A woman
Left out in the wild
For the rest of the Animals
To slowly devour.

The River moves
so we dont have to
oh longing to rush
and will
we stay statues
now still
with calm
for there is no anxious rushing
moving through us.
The visuals have become more
than just visuals
my dream is to fall in
just enough!
We wait patiently
for the cold
to touch upon us!

Oh River we stay still.
Oh River we stay still.

On rush

We found

The Violent Pear Kids

Playing Peppered Nonsense Games

Until Seeing Dots become Lines

We Swam the Tides of

Earths Crest mossy blue

Off like

Trees Escaping From Land

Only to return when Ready

Innocent as an acorn

Go Blue

And Red

Then do it all Again

We Leaves...

Is my mind still racing?
Or is my life the one running (while I)
slowly fall apart.
Why isn't anything simple?
Like a movie, or a show?
I wonder if anyone is a movie? (no)
They are all actors and actresses
living by simple pleasures (or)
opinions made by the convinced.
Where the self absorbed are confident,
they show no doubt.
I am scared
and insecure
my way of life is not sure
my options are too plenty.
I am trapped by my own Freedom! (and)
my power, my free-will!
We all need guidelines.
We need to look to our T.V (our screen)
and learn what needs to come next.
To our parent movie star look-a-likes.
And the actress inside all of us!
We will continue to believe in a
steady-stream-of-consciousness
and continue to feed our ego
as much as we please -
(or as much as we can).
I guess in the end
there is only ego
Its all in your head
how others perceive -
how I perceive
(there is no such thing.
I am alone in thought.)

You kept my eyes ******
And nose clean.
Knees deep in between rebellion
And the next best thing...

Telling you I love you
Just like I always had.
Playing life with jealousy
And singing of my Dad.

I **** the silence with music.
As you sink into my empty apartment.
My soul may as well go now
**** it slowly  
Then resurrect it.

Keep walking
up your mountain.
Hike long
you hike hard.
Stop to relax
with good wine and smoke.
Speak with shamans
about water
and believe them.

Always believe them.

Then when river flows
you be it.
Find your rhythm as you go .
pour yourself through soil
and melt your icy snow.
Find your peak
don't leave it.
Reflect on why your their.
Stay atop your mountain

where you can watch most

of the setting sun.

He sang to me on the porch step.
I watched him whimper
hitting the last note.
It thumped,
and I wished I didn't hear it.

So soft
and ridged,
like rivers
stones,
and waterfalls.
Such a happy imagination
at first glance
and a sad and
seapy
way down.
Ears on fire
notes like water
my voice slacks
in such ways.
Feel it!
Believe in it!
for voices will not
stay!

Him singing
there
like songs
are not melodies.

Such a sad way to be.

The sun didn't look quite right.
Once echo with bright and
burning
we trudged our way to nightfall
seeing life only dim.

Sore smoking we wade and
wheezy
hoping to see our sun soon
in a different location.
We're hurting to find new light!

I invade and address such conditions
understanding the light
as it's new like the day.
Away!
Shores shining. I see it,
I breath it.
Captured with imagination
and soaked in through my

water walls.

I, crystal
now glimmer
absorbing,
light so.
He said to me, baby
just please
let it go!

Lie here!
Stay dim.
We can find our colors

elsewhere.

We
do not want to associate with them.
They
call us names; no.
We
call them names,

rather,
....

Glassy eyes still look glassy
I see them through window tint
Pain and all
He took my hands again
Behind doorstep, this time
He told me I would be safe here
In his arms
These scale-fish shingles and
Curtain shields
And I believed him
Yes I did
As I play behind the picket fence...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Loving the weeds for being free
Thinking they look a little like me
Steeping them in my morning tea
Dreaming of Life, the greater things
Then kissing him on his wounded cheek
Grabbing his hands, down on my knees

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

And leading him
One day
Outside our Loving gate
Over street-walks, and light corners
And past the cage lures  
Showing him a life
Without sidewalks and doors    
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - -         
     - - - -  - - -  A
- - - - - - spiral - -
in the - - -   .
- - -    picket - - - -
     - - -  fence - - -  - - - -
   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He swore
That if
I lived his life
Then he would let me show him mine.  

And I believe him now
I believe him this time

Before I traveled the world
I sat
and I wondered about the bathroom sink.

Does it have meaning!
Drops of life,
next to a human waterfall?

I wondered for then
and then only.

My life,  now
having no abandoned thoughts.
Yes.
I live for the now
I sing songs in my shower
of earths water untouched
and blow distant light
as I run at the day
so shall we forever stay in our way?
Forevermore.
March away into my
nightless abiss.

And Sometimes the Sun s Bright

Later the Rain might wash it away

Like Earths rivers Melting into land

I watched my land melt.

Shouting Growling sort of way

"I am here!" She said

Tomorrow believed Today

Like a bird grazing in the wind

My temptations wont astray

Today I am not of the devil

Today I am Of

the Flowers and of The

Clouds, falling Rain

Because now I am IT

and it I will stay

Like a vision of Heaven

I Rest in Peace our Tomorrow

Today

Save life to Live later

Below the Setting Sun

Save our rain dance, another Day

It shouts YELLOW-BLUE

it Calms the Night

And so it shines purple into the Sky

Lighting our Breath, Leading our way.

What is Love
but a Mountain we build and climb?
Once overcame by struggles and hardships
we seek a great reward -
The feeling of relaxation and accomplishment
to see the world as a mountain does -
Steady and wise,
calm and free.
Or i could just sit and watch my
T.V.
and allow the instant pleasures
of the modern world
become my existence
as I run away from the struggle.
I should dedicate my life
to avoid the pain!
Or should I continue to strive towards companionship?
To share my life with other beings.
Feel their reactions.
Work in perfect harmony
with man - with Nature
with the connection that binds all things
to Love and feel
as strongly as the other.
I want to want, I strive to be
as I am - as I make of me.
Will you help me?
Join me in my everlasting fight?
Will you fight with me
and against me?
Will you be there for the end?
I want to reach peace with you.
At the top of our mountain.
We can go there you know?
Its our struggle,
Its our reward.