In wartime,
our music emerges

tsunami of thought
and consciousness  

our music sings
to the innocent rebellion

volcanic memories
of skin tanned sands
and gentle people
savvy
of community

I find you fascinating
an americanized
culture
who's idol
rejects them

Again again,
a younger feeling
thought to have outgrown

Again again,
the same beginning
I once had

Lost as ever,
with only lesser hope

finely tuned
frequencies
of vibrating
harmony

darkly tangles
of twisting emerald death  
into darkness and beyond
this endless maze

we found in fear,
there was no one to hold
our ability for connection
has faded away

I remember,
yes, I remember

I have survived
this babylon

of rasta colors
and a lonestar
stance
samurai mentality
and chaotic
thought
a seeker of wisdom
from trees and Christ
the practitioner of war
and meditation

We’re trained at
manifesting realities
and that can be
dangerous

learn to find the bright side,
and think of that

live it,
to the best of your imagination

Salvation is not in the world,
no conditions could
make it right

A magician can only go as far
as their imagination

Cast ingredients of
silent awakening
into a seed
of conscious energy

emerge from ocean depths
of deep blue
churning energy
into redwood stature

unite with light and the frequency  
that shatters,
disintegrates
any opposition

flow freely though life
cancel your subscription
to collective thoughts,
free yourself
from poisonous energy
and seek life

I am an outsider
who foresaw the day

the poetry changed

my spirit was sensed
in presence and stillness
a calmed version
of static reality

drifting deeper
into one vibration
a tone that carries us
away

I like it
when the world is
calm

stable,
as nature is

with direction and purpose
no confusion
in the air

Don't let other people's
ideas
pollute your,
experience

Armageddon,
friend
why it's
here

fall

as

a

teardrop

into the essence
of rising
freedom

orange morning light
and snow-flake ash

the taste of burnt manzanita    

fire to the north,
fire to the south
a valley enclosed
in uncertainty

apocalyptic sun
blotted out by
smoke,
a color just as beautiful
as it is eery

The light burns,
though it’s something
we all must face

There's no place on earth,
more peaceful than
the redwoods

You have seen chaos,
fire,
and have persevered

with lessons etched in time,
your cascading wisdom
nourishes the land

strength in community
and bliss in
stillness

ancient things,
of marvelous
manner
I am forever grateful
for your calling

Hurt is a reminder
that love is
required

Respect for the depths,
those who dwell
in her midst

sharing the news of
suffering
in musical ways

sweet reminders
that you feel the same pain
as I

If you want to feel better,
you can't hide things.

Stay true to your roots,
they are your foundation

Always remember,
fear is the enemy
reality is as
wholesome
as you perceive it

with true intention,
go forth

don't let them scare you,
remain free

scientific morphology
cannot contend
with -unnameable-

Guilt calcifies
your
Pineal Gland

Innocence
burns as fire
which my fuzzy mind
must protect

lucidity in error
as time commences
forth

memory and guilt
with each ****
I've felt
shaking to my core
with violent
syllables

To reflect on error
prevents growth,
and a direction
away from growth
is a straight shot
towards
death

enlighten me,
oh spirit
with your clarity
and white fire

snow globe equations
of delicate texture,
smoky white
epiphanies
give pressure
to this delicate
barrier  

shattered into dust
an entity released
upon nature's
stage

born from nothing,
something has become

free myself,
poetry is free
one thing in life
without boundaries

visions of birds
in colors
of elementary
parachute
spectrum

time and all its
perceived
variables
evaporate
into man-made
memory

a resurrection  
and revival
of nature's
ancient
beauty

delicate reminders
that feel as if
our world
had ended,

delicate,
is nature's
resurgence
and violent
the death
of an ego

cross playing melodies  
of midnight flare
and moonlight peace
visions of infinity
exist in a millisecond

a yin and yang
two extremes
of the same pole

flip the rotate
and peer through
eternity

A glimpse of
absolute un-tarnished
presence
I fell spiraling
in a dream

blue eyes of certainty
and truth
it was I
that sent me
into oblivion

She took me too close
to mother nature's
flowery face
a place
of constant
birth
and
death

.

.

reflections of self,
nature is I
and I nature
at my humblest
roots

trickling soliloquy's
of a thousand suns
melting forth from the
great abyss
of distant
oblivion

I carry deep sorrow,
for the red words I said

what hurts you dear,
eats me away inside

I've set in motion
Earth's digestion
of all that is
beautiful

.

.

.

.

my grace, my dove
my eternally burning ember

Greetings,
from the Mayan land
of sunset lava and teal water

From depths of
churning blackness
into starburst
electricity

slow rising light
blossoming
into gentle
infinity

Let me never forget
we are still on the adventure

monotonous lows
or mountainous heights

A caribou tripping on sh-rooms

A lonely poet
casts a line
into the sea

for what is it sir,
you are fishing?  

for inspiration,
I suppose

let us walk through quartz,
my love
in the red,
sunset desert

I found my anima,
she wears cowboy boots

The foundation is love,
don't you forget that

Greetings,
from the land of fire

You are nature,
absolute and pure

let us not forget
who we truly are

If there’s one lesson you learn,
let it be that-
Nature is not weak,
and you are nature

Dear love,
we're on track
to paradise

Oh yeah,
I've still got poetry

why try to dominate,
something so magical

fallen for the world
externally seeking
peace forgotten
a dreary storm

your voice resurrected
through stormy seas
a pure and
angelic honesty

full moon tides
of deep blue death
and white wash waves

your sound,
the light-house
of some long forgotten
feeling

Thank you for keeping
the music alive

Is it their fault
for being unworthy of respect?

Or is it our own,
for not respecting them?

Adjust your world vision,
to the right view
see beauty in everything
and not chaos
echo consciousness
throughout eternity

run, run, run
dear truth seeker,
keep your mouth shut
and be vigilant

...

Unravel lavender rolls of
galactic neon rugs
and crisscross  
high lighter
unchained replicas
of nature's black universe
unwind the tight-knit mind
that society gave us

a retired leopard
of spots that radiate sun
from what jungle are you?

warmth to red
and quickly fading
reality
this is death,
fellow soldier

enlighten life,
fall time lanterns
of fleshly glow
breathing life
into heart beat
patterns

the time is now,
program, control, re-wire
circuitry soldered  
into electrocution's
infinity  

I learned from the Redwoods
meditation,
peace with life
and absolute confidence
I repel fire and live long
contend me,
a ghost of no face

Emit radiation upon
fourteen gazelles
in time the divine
conquers
the old
now come find light
dear children,
you know not
of where
it's been

angelic frequencies
carry my fingers
from key to key

free flow heart beat
made in time

She is my garden and I tend to her the best I can.

Art is not perfection, there will always be a flaw. Beauty does not reside in perfect placement of the elements, it exists within the observer's soul.

Life is equally as beautiful
as it is ugly

equally as cold
as it is warm

live and learn
to find the bright side

Pour my heart,
crack that stale jar
of callous and neglect

show me life, from your eyes
sweet spirit
of love

I sense it in your touch,
your action and tears
you're in tune
and I'm not

teach me,
white angel
how to find my soul

Crack my mind
and pour it out for you
upon a stone table
of cold gray