You crave and yet resist those things; that take you from what's good, 'till something better takes another other and seems again anew
How often times the image thought supreme to it's ideal
Tryin to change one to form another "other" that seems again anew
Are you another one of my symbols?
Is this another one of my images?
Archetypes they tell me and I'm somewhere in between
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
You walk beside the street wonderin' where to go.
This fiercely knotted rope, holdin' onto lettin' go.
What was once truth is now a brainwashed someone else.
Destination nowhere with a stranger inside, a stranger beside.
You don't want it; you Need it,
you don't want it; you've got to Have it.
The fear that takes you is the fear that breaks you and the fear that breaks you is the fear that makes you and takes you and breaks you
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
I need an acid wash and a raku fire
Roll me in leaves and set me on fire
Glaze me brilliant pink, gold-silver metallics
Turquoise tones...
I looked into the eyes of a lizard today
Saw evolution pass before me in a flash
I dreamed of you last night it was of lust not love
For I do not know you...Just a dream
Is this for love or lust?
I gotta know
Wanna be in love and have it feel like lust
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Altar of false reassurance, symbolizing return, of the hat bearer
“Home is where you hang your hat.”
How many of you have the hat bearer hung on temporary walls?
During intermittent crawls from house to home
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
The women see what the men don’t see and
The men will see what the women don’t see
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
The animals sense what the people deny and
The children speak what the parents have to hide
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
I ripple in the presence of time
It passes me silently
Like a lover
A spider
A Butterfly
Bristling up against me
As a wisp of a breeze
A melody unheard
A ripple…In stillness
Time moves on
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:28 PM UTC
Her melancholy had a circadian rhythm
Spoken in twisted tongues
Reasoning blind sighted by emotional revenue
Reveries of long lost memories
Testimonies of the heart
How does one escape the kinship of hearts?
When longings derail sensibilities?
There is a raft at the shoreline
It’s sail, luminous and large
Beckoning to travel to another shore
Tide water spreads onto the open space
Bridges are no more
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Patches of fur,
Ironed onto the highway
Like patches sewn,
Onto a girls jean skirt
Nature and Man
Joining skin to skin
Dirt paths licked up
Black top fingers spread
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:25 PM UTC
Maybe I am a runner…
Stretched out as a wet canvas,
waiting for the stroke of the brush
While drops of rain splatter slowly,
spreading me into a sea,
overflowing off the edges onto the ocean floor…
I rise up swimming,
in a pool of colors, for a breath,
a taste, a lick
Water beaded on my skin…
I am a green lizard climbing into my papaya cave,
Sticky moist and sweet
I wish I could wear all the shades of blue,
in the sea, diluting all that is not me
Onto a canvas, to believe
Blueness of eternity…running
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC