If it's not sizzling
you took it out too soon
brother
cheese must
dissolve into
your taste buds
root bound for leather.
Imagination stopped him in his tracks
decided to write her letters he never sent
why bother another locked door?
It froze him like Hans Solo trapped in carbonite.
Her hands are
already up if you decide to shoot
her foxy eyes said to them,
I saw myself glow deathless one day five years ago. She still cannot contact the local papers.
Imagination made her hands react by throwing all her law books out her three story Life Window
.
She cut out early
broke rank and predictions
her wild burst for adventure
followed a pathless trail
tracking down Emerald Falls
on stunning summit view
We saw everything turn brighter there.
She wears Forest Eyes at all times in her cleaner vision for everyone.
Is this entire lush range our playground?
Process that one.
Die.
Get reborn.
Pick me up if my spine is dragging truck wrecks on coral reef tarmac.
I appreciate you.
Music drifted out a stranger's window
after I picked myself back up
I limped into perfect no drama hideouts
regardless of your shapeless face
I consider you my best friend.
Bucking 10, 000 bales of hay
is a training manuel for life:
a) never give up
b) believe
c) be stronger
d) be better
e) all of the above
The Mountain Lion living in his garden
licked his face that morning
shape shift into robin
glide up
to touch his favorite Indigo
her flawless smile
roped around the Milky Way
we both fell harder than unpredictable comets
she snaked through our skin
like the starry way lived inside us
decided to win us over
no better choice than to ride it like a motorcycle rider trying to reach love on 3 a.m. back roads drunk on vines
always following the river
even if she rejected him
his letter burned right through his brand new black pocket of August Leather
and
set
the speedometer
on fire,
forever.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
She may look at you in mid sip from her morning coffee.
A sparkling city of Emerald stained in her eyes, she scrolls over you as if browsing library books.
A pulse of fantasy seeking distractions to direct her own noisy traffic jam mind.
Her slender fingers gripping you in urgency. Words you can't stop reading smacking under sheets eventually lie carelessly twisted on floor.
Her sensual looks flying through pages.
Autumn breeze blowing through bedroom window.
White excited curtains rising up like a ghost leaving the body.
Intense concentration. Deep moans. Light awes. Luscious surprises hiding in unexpected corners.
A gentle folk band gone hard core metal. There is throbbing and thrashing, tearing and smashing.
Midnight blue pulsing between reader and writer. Secret lovers meeting somewhere in foggy distance waiting one clear breeze to lift them both up from long brooding silences.
Silence. Bare. Bright. Thick enough to break or free you. Swift voice riding in between dream and awake.
Hold steady. Shake. Find its channel before it vanishes between slippery blinks. Mysterious as deja Vu before meeting someone you dreamed of ten years prior.
Words cut like an ice storm. Dreamy mountains glitter. Both our eyes transfixed on the same mingled breath listening for truth to clear away brutal traffic.
Seeking peace in total madness.
The deeper the break the greater the bliss.
Make room for us there.
We started innocent and fragile, returned stunned and ravaged
holding onto family barbarians as if their axes were our own.
Stare into her cup.
Lakeside birds darting from tree branches leaving you hungry to sing something brutal and fragile.
Close your eyes.
Disappear like ripples on the calm surface of her face. Clean thoughts jet ski under vast indigo sky.
Nothing matters.
Everything matters.
All is matter.
One stare above her coffee cup sip leading up to the library of treasure.
Stories stockpiling up. Words rose like thirsty dreams from somewhere else we can't explain.
Whispers interlaced with curtains, snowflakes melted into coarse fabric. A lamb stares out like a fierce lion catches iron maiden in its teeth, rips it apart.
A deep desire to remember Love's undying fire, crackling flame possessed on oak timber.
Let it be me discovering you as if my pen knows every spontaneous word written on your secret page.
She is just a phantom skulking through treachery hoping to be found in your tossed up mind.
Manifest her dripping misty mountains. Let it tenderly stroll ancient forest branches.
She is a white moon lit up in chrome fractals.
Look up from the last page of her betraying kiss. Fully complete.
Study a desert voice carrying spring water. Drink it. How do you feel?
Icy brilliance mingled in midnight blue. All the cracked edges stocked with luminescent sky. Smile. Cry. Scream.
Stare into her distant eyes.
We are Home again.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Learning how to talk without words
head **** the brick wall of the world.
Expect laughter.
Misunderstanding.
Fear.
Love.
Everything inbetween.
Notice the unknown face smiling behind every flower.
Prepare for War and be at peace with it.
Expect death at any moment.
Hurl the future loss into the waiting room.
Read the Haiku Master.
Be patient.
Practise how to function in hell while just leaving heaven.
Holy ****
This is awkard.
Look at all this damage.
Head held in both hands.
Sorrow deeper than oceans.
Look past shadows.
Study LIGHT.
Don't tell anyone you have a secret diploma in the haunted land of Darkness.
Remember how to use the eraser.
Blank page.
Start over.
Reset.
Scribble down notes.
Meditate. Yoga.
Transform mountain sides.
Eat solitude.
Starve.
Break down.
Rise up.
Drink enormous cups of fire.
Get blinded.
Reclaim soft halo hung careless on Lucifer horn.
Notice glacier eyes smoke.
The indifference seems impossible even to Antarctica.
Don't let icy silence freeze you in middle of The Bering Sea.
Write home telepathically.
Ask for help.
Burn after reading.
Smash self entitled notions
that we own anything or anyone.
Notice how bitterness tries to clasp tighter
to materialist philosophy.
Run off in different direction.
Reverse on wrong way street.
Let's be burning rubber.
Drive like James Dean.
**** off.
I'm Interstellar Rebel.
Give out blankets to people who are cold.
Take my boots.
Jacket.
They were gifted to me by priceless friends.
Take it all.
Please.
Don't give up.
We all can heal.
Remember how to knock.
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
The world is melting all around me
relax
sip deep breaths of air
taste ice
indifference
branches shaking
an early morning wake up call
new courage flares up
flickers like ****** smiles
new growth promise
Conifers nicked
deep gouged scars
carved from distant blades
still standing Captain Strong
like protective Kings
crowned by age
my hand runs over them
amazed
dripping on me
from high above
glittery cold drops
not one dime I could offer it
to show appreciation
gratitude
webs of luminescent silk
threading distance or aches
what can I offer you
my burning hands
deep prayers pounding at mysteries door
new liquid light
gushing from chambers unspoken?
circling your massive trunk
my invsible halo
lucid and sincere
my own melting glacier
full of drips
my tangled tongue
cannot unwrap
some distant hawk screech
burning with river cry
I will not forget
every scar and name is mine.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
After-dark
aria's
shattering
silence
of
night
a drowned mockingbird
perched in shrouded branches
pecking in your head
He carries
weeping willow
memories
burnt to stub
lanes of forest trees
curiously inflamed in sun
mysterious
at
night
violet waves
frosting leaves
His ethereal trill
like
a
haunted
snowflake
tiptoes frigid air
both wings fractured
in maze of mirrors
now he serenades night
silencing crickets
full moon inspired
24 hours a day
spring to summer
clarifying his voice
He remembers being tested
by demonic shrieks
each black shrill
holding him underwater
a delicate noun
forced to eat verbs
nobody knew
what he survived
He returned years later
after silence stole his voice
perched half slain
on a broken oak branch
his frail voice
full of gurgling river water
and
broken stones
He never knew if his song
could escape the cage-
his
scarred
voice
steadily
becoming
stronger
inspiration hunted
by
moonlit
ribbons
frosting hope
back into
clear
violet
vision
fractures of shadow
lingering for wise reminders.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
Light misty rain
free from anything
that dulls or dims.
Great Heat fell down on me.
Large task landed clear
writing for my life
tell no one
travel light
silent moon slippers cutting grass
hollow straw man
decided to taste electric
wave your wands
sweaty sticky pens
trapped in spider's shadow
stretching down walls
far away her web still burns
it is here I leave
the paved path
wet grass stomping in rain
under melted pastels
squinting at her summer halos
butterflies inhaling splinters
absorbing flares like asphalt emergency
show me your mansion
make it disappear
treasure beyond any riches
searchlight memory
writing for my life
drunk on fire
an unforgettable sunset
scars a vultures shadow
a healed poet
marching moonlit miles
over another bridge
pausing over railroad tracks
skateboards cracking through concrete bowls
light mist crying
on homeless camps
miles and miles
of pain and love sleeping together
in ripped sleeping bags
one more poem
before all words vanish
staring through inhuman eyes
silent moon slippers
gliding on river
spelling your name again
free from anything that dulls or dims
writing for my life
ten mile marches
drunk on fire
exhaling splinters
dissolved again
in the painted nectarine dawn
of her best smile
from darkest dark
to lightest light.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
Night spreads out
subtle like a child's steps
on sand
small feet
walking on star shine
Kingdom's of majesty
sprawled out above him
a young soul
feeling something tingle
in the pit of knowing
deeper than the Pacific Ocean
a whisper body surfing tides of wisdom
glints of another life
rattle down his spine
vibrates like another universe
opening it's eyes for the first time.
Dune ants scrambling after rains
soaked every grain of their stock pile dinner.
It takes a team to dry out each piece.
Across the shores of time
love is working on another poem
in secret.
The child stops in his tracks
a teardrop falls
like an ancient memory
he just can't place.
Light cuts inside him
an entire ocean listens,
quietly smiling.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
*
Part of the shape you hold
hidden deep in pine grain
split open by an axe of light
reveals intricate textures
a secret color
whispering to dawn
choose me.
Stealing into woods
an exiled poem
unable to write
a stealthy dynamite light speaks
without words
there is depth unsung
a bruised peach leaked to faraway sunsets
if buckets or ropes could reach
a silent explosion
how this small mouth
downpoured secret rain.
**
Ripe enough to remember
pearls hidden in clover
nameless as the feeling
when someone you love
swallows suicide
only to come back to tell you
how to cultivate explosions of frequency
planted deep in rich patterns.
"All you have to do is let light axe you wide open and surrender to gravity."
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
Falling
under
night
stars
is like
being held prisoner
inside
a
tiger's
brave gaze
black stripes
of LIGHTNING
electric
to
touch.
Autumn Orange Moons
stalking
earth-
sincere
deadly
eyes
eating
me
alive
before
it
even
makes
one
move.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
Slivers
of
white
thumbnail
moon
slinking through stripped
winter branches
a beautiful lonely stalker
lighting up dark
best it can
an unexplainable cloud
rolling over
in my head
a hooded bearded warrior
shivering in doorway
across the street
wishing somewhere warm.
A hundred people walk by him
without looking once.
He slipped
into
invisible man.
I'm the only who sees him.
The strange cloud
begins to speak.
I wake up in
lonely wet slivers
of shine
disturbed by millions
like him/her/we/me/us.
****
I love you.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC