Show your lovely soul
Opening to the huntress
Watch for her arrows
Seed of Mystery
Autumn raindrops mock my tears
Loving feeds the growth
In my bed of leaves
With cloudy doubts of reason
Swept in windy swirls
Autumn medicine
Marsh plants call out for harvest
Each a cry of love
Graceful willow wisps
In fall brushes past my lips
You ignite my soul
Breezes loosen life
Colored beauties leaving trees
We are free again
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
When fear reins, hate rules
Civility not enough
Love is what we need
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
I am an aficionado
Of the Jazz band
That you are
The innovative music
That you are
The sense of freedom
Harmony,
Intensity
That you inspire
In me
I am a groupie
Of the jazz band
That you are
The passionate music
That you are
The sense of exploration
Improvisation
Syncopation
That you inspire
In me
I am an instrument
In the jazz band
That you are
The cool jazz music
That you are
The sense of connection
Metaphysical
Transcendental
That you inspire
In me
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 6:51 PM UTC
He said, "I am a simple man"
But I see layers
Of complexity
Like the roots
Of a tall sturdy tree
Reaching deeper
Down into the earth
Joining with the souls
Of those who died
In war
Joining with the hearts
of those who mourned
Their loss
Joining with those he called family
Those who called him son
Those who called him lover
Those who called him husband
Those who called him father
Those who called him friend
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 6:33 PM UTC
As I wait
Up here
In your top most branches
Chasing away
Interloping
Squirrels and birds
I piece together
Moments
Caught in your smile
Seduced by your voice
I long for
The moment
When you reveal
Just a crack
In your hard bark
So that I may count
The rings
Inside your
Tall and sturdy trunk
So that I may ride
Through layers
Of your source seeking roots
From top soil
To earth’s molten core
Because I know
It will nourish
My soul
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 6:22 PM UTC
How do we begin
The music
Of love making?
Are we sure
That the language we share
Is harmonic?
Who arranges the pulse of the piece?
Who decides which beats are
Accented
Which beats
Are not?
Will they give rise
To our motif?
Will our phrases
Use repetition or contrast
Be weak or strong
****** or repose?
Will our passage
Be AABB
Or AABA?
How many themes
And how many variations
Will we play
on our
delicate instruments?
Will our cycle be
a symphony
or will we
happily create
a one movement work
with an air
of spontaneous inspiration
and call ourselves
a rhapsody?
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 6:17 PM UTC
I wan'na find a funky riff
Put myself in its pocket
Find that place
Where the drums and the bass
Need me to
Work that voodoo out.
I wan'na find a funky riff
Forget where I’m at
Never get where I’m go’in
Never tell what I’m show’in
Just want to
Work that voodoo out.
I wan'na find a funky riff
Need to get mellow
Need to forget
What I’m gon’na get
When I
Work that voodoo out.
I wan'na find a funky riff
Need to unwind
Need to sit in your lap
Hear your fingers tap
When we
Work that voodoo out
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
Like a noble wolf
A dark smooth coat
Darker Cracks
In your armor
Inviting me to touch your heart
The grooves that hide your face
Look as if tears
Have dried there for all eternity
I am reminded
Of the softness of your beard
How I loved to play with it
Curling it in my fingertips
Of the way you would look
When you wanted to tell me
Of the deepest secrets
You held inside your sensitive soul
Others saw you as a wolf
Protecting me from a world of harm
While you hurt inside
For all the injustice that those
You could not protect
Would suffer
The tears disappear
And I see your wise smile
Always knowing
Always kind
When I would not relent
You would please me
By saying how much you
Loved my persistence
I want to take you in my arms
As I hold this memory
In my hands
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 3:03 PM UTC
Cloudy Skies
The satin sun
Touches hidden life
Springs
From deep in the earth
Breathe life
Pure, strong, pulsing flows
Cover the seekers
Of the mystery
Fill the spaces
With dreams of the magic
Behind the fire's glow
Every sweet touch
Transports the moment
Lifts up the body
To places untold
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 2:54 PM UTC
Swept up to the path of moon chilled air
Above the mountains of clouds
To see what only has been dreamed
To seek what has been sought
In pallets mixed only
With earth drawn media
The dream revealed
The secret yet contained
Lying in wait
For the seeker's return
Each shade, each tone, each tint
Revealed before
Was but a prelude
To this last proof of the divine
To call it midnight is but a bewildered seekers word
To evoke comparison
The moon was there its glory
Reflected in boundless mosaics
Of shimmering movement
Not the singular heavenly glow of other midnights
When the sun awakens
The new midnight
Reveals a peculiar dimension
Of its magnificence.
A deep and pure memory
Of a life now forgotten
Of a dream ever there
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC