It's meaningless
yet, I am still here,
drinking water,
waiting on calls,
watching the sky.
Yes
The universe is indifferent.
and also- I miss my dog.
She would wait for me
and not ask why we're here.
nothing is certain
and also-
Sunlight moves across the floor
like it has somewhere to be
and for a moment,
so do i.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 12:55 AM UTC
You plant thoughts as leaves gently wander,
Passions pulse through pathways, profound and precise,
In the purity of petals, where phronesis lies.
You, the paragon of patience, a perennial sage,
With palms that nurture petals, planting wisdom on each page.
Under the pergola of pondering, you prune with care.
From the garden of the mind, in a perpetual maze,
Paving pathways of purpose,
In the garden, pure thoughts are found
BB
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
Tired mornings greet me, weary and bleak,
As summer's heat whispers fears, I can't speak.
I wonder where this is all going?
Where it's taking me?
Beyond the heat the skies seem so clear,
If only I could see past summers sear.
In the haze of warmth, thoughts entangle,
Yearning for a colder clarity, hot hopes to untangle.
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
Dizziness sets the spirit free
Among the carousels is the desire to choose
Through the whirl of dreaming and shifting hues
A path that’s toned, a heart that's blue.
I hold on through shades of truth.
Jun 25, 2024
Jun 25, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC
How many meteor showers can one month have?
!Februarius!
To cleanse, to purifiy, and to seek out the rain.
Pleasant offerings to the month of change
!Februarius!
As an ode to wellness and love.
!Februarius!
As the plan for me and my doves
Fly free and go find out
How many meteor showers can one month have?
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 6:58 PM UTC
I shut my soul inside this quarry
It's cavin' It's fallin'
my poor soul
It's Hardenin'
A fossil called body emerges from stone
And so I say to all who come close
Mine your own business
Explore your own tomb
I can't wait for erosion
For I am the soul who yearns the second explosion.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
I remember
great falls
Like the ones in Niagara
Great water rapids
Great falls
Like the ones in front of my address
Bruised knees on gravel and stone.
We fall
We fall
For the sake of the tragic
But one thing does so with no safety fabric
As the blossoms fall out of bloom,
we try to catch them all.
Running back and forth
for flower rescues of sorts.
I wonder why they do so let go?
I look up towards the fading green trees and shout, "Dont fall for the change stay just the same!"
But they fall even faster
They so with laughter
unto pavements of gravel and stone.
Away from home
Away from soft tones
As blossoms spring into fall and let go attachments.
They cheer
for
a new season.
As we set forth on travel and 'lones
We learn to welcome gravel and stone.
Today on this sunday I welcome great falls
Hear me say,
I know great falls.
Truly I know great falls.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
For the love of small town colors
I search for you and me.
We are the color orange.
Solvangs bakeries lead the
buzzing bodies to the clocks.
Beyond fresh baked danishes and vexing storms of bees
brews wind strong enough to turn back time.
Winding and rewinding the
red and yellow hours.
They tick energy and happiness to
wake souls
***Wake up ***
Wake up
Wake up
alarming with creativity.
In the red hour I feel how my body survives.
In the yellow hour i feel how our bodies intertwine.
In the spaces between I find
red and yellow mixing
for the love of orange.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
Why waste poetry on the love of your life?
More life more life
Instead write about that night you ate peanut butter with a butter knife.
Spent four hours contemplating should you eat the whole jar without thinking twice?
Thats not how it works.
Dont think right
Write about the times you dont think right
That time you spent hours on the balcony in the middle of summer.
Not to let your hair down but because you locked the door on your way out.
Hands pressed on the glass with no way out.
More life. More life.
Scream and shout
I love this life!
Get excited about the everyday fight.
To the buzzing blooming confusion that is the love of ordinary life.
Why not waste poetry on the love of life?
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:58 AM UTC
The seeds grandma the seeds!!!
Esta bien pruébalo mi amor, ni siquiera lo sentirás
Como todo lo malo que queda afuera cuando vienes a mi.
Tastes like pink and yellow
Real sugar this time its sweeter than candy!!!
Si amor sabe como el amor que tengo para ti.
The tree grandma the tree!!!
Tan grande como el amor que tengo para ti.
I love you.
Thank you for raising me and helping me make jam as sweet as can be.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC