The Earth trembled
As the rabbits marched down
With strange twisted muskets
and fangs in their Cowles.
You can hear the cry’s of crows lost crowds
who have obviously sent them around
to hop one by one
to lead you into the cold lonely ground
Where you can only watch
As the works of man
Are razed to the ground

I am a man,
In search of a woman.
Musically talented and open of heart.
Someone whom i can sing with.
All i bring is a voice sometimes toneless, but always true.
A person who brings the music nestled in their soul.
Who with the children running and screaming ,
And the flowers lilting in the yard .
Brings rhythm to the home...
Thats whats makes a home is the music that love brings .
We could sing to each other in all tones.
Of love and loss,
When the tears stream, as the smiles radiate .
From a glance only momentary malaise ,
.yet even in that darkness or voices fill the void.
The one we where born with ,
The one that in life we feared there was no escape.
Never knowIng wholeness till we found our song.
We dance.... we dance,d.
The tune we made in us
with our voice as one,
Sang light into the dark places.
Through the years
AS drops of rain and as life comes with pain
i gave you gently to the earth
With tears i sang to your earth
And left the sweet treasure that warmed you in life

Days.
            Filled with silence.
No more waking to the sound of risen voice.
Sound , sweet melody.
Days of silence...
Turned as the green of leaves to years.
No song only tears from the dreams.
Of green fields, your sweet hand grasping me,
And your lips as roses.
Sweeter melodies then ever sung.
Waking only with tear stained cheeks,
And a Feeling a diminisheing distance.
Days have passed now my cane is only a memory,
Wheels and withering legs have been reality.
No song.
Only nattering of young people that don't believe they'll die.
Sitting quietly in my cell,
Apartment to those not incarcerated.
Almost a year since those formerly screaming children showed.
Let alone i feel my darkness coming.
And for some reason all i hear is our song, your voice.
As the lights go down our song swirls into everything,
Or nothing depending your view.
I do hope that we dance in death...
As we did in Life.

I don't know what it is,
but I feel like a stranger here.
Like I was part of everything,
but now I'm only this.
That's what my body keeps trying to convince me of.
I don't fear the passing of my coil,
I've felt that death is simply a coming home.
Ever since I was a little boy.
I felt I was unconsciously part of everything.... before this,
Before I ate or drank of physical matter,
I was all the matter.
Then it shattered, and the sliver that is me...forgot. Now those memories only come with sleep,
they come and leave tears on my cheek.
I believe that's why we sleep,
to remind us we are not alone...
to remind us we are all one.

He talked to me,
In a slow and steady sarcasm.
It's one of my native tongues,
And I speak quite fluently.
My tongue is still sharp enough
To cut myself on.
Leaving the conversation
Cold In a pool of blood
On the ground.

I was born on a railroad tie,
And in my wake ,
My mother had died.
Drifted out, like a body on the tide.
Cried her last tears,
As she gave me life.
Wish I had known her,
Yet she still lives inside.
In my grin and my dazzling smile,
I'm only an echo,
Of an unborn child.

Stillness...
From which all movement comes.
A sense of connectedness,
Deep in practice.
Not sleep...
But a sibling none the less.
Both a leaving,
A sense of going home.
To where we were before.
Where we ruturn.
Once our light passes the final veil.

Of all the thing's I wish

I wish that when the fogs rise
And I go out
that I hear
*the gentle tapping
of rain

I was born
On the land where i live
Quiet never heard
8 years past and letters had yet to speak
Always was i at least slightly fragmented
But who is to say
Can the fragmented speak of broken things?

So...
when i go out.
into that sweet surrender..
let me bring my light,
onto that dark road.

Sweet was the taste when the end came...
but bitter was the ending.
In a life filled with laughter and Joy,
in the end only the wind cackled back.

There was beauty in the morning with the light trickling through the windows.
Despite the faded paint and amidst the splintered wood,
the weary soul of an old forgotten home.
Lonely on the lee side; in the mountains shadow.
As my eyes touched its grains,
There was a lonely splendor to it.
Though it loved what it had been,
It could find contentment
in slowly
returning
to the earth

The willow is weeping,
Its Sonorous melody,
plays the gallows tune.
where all are still and silent.
At the end of the rope
the place we find
When all the dancing is done

Six things that rose from the earth
All where beautiful and of great worth

Frantic men searched the ground
Yet seven nor one could ever be found

so the men they still weep
and scramble to keep
the hole inside
at bay and abide

*For given a knife
and a hand to hold
a lonely mind
will eat its soul

I pushed myself
I pulled myself
I fell right through the hole
Laying there I realized
in the doing
I lost my soul

The dawn crept silent,
as the evening packed its things.

Steadily blooming gold,
errant clouds where struck ablaze.

Smiling fiercely,
the sun greets the day.

His body lay cold

After all the smiles
And beautiful lies

The earth waited
and slowly lying out
The depth and breadth
Of infinity in an eyelash

Yet he lays cold*

All that anger confusion and pain
In the space of a breath

And what I knew of him
There's nothing left

There is a man on the corner
the brown if his trench coat spattered with drops of rain
But its not raining
coming closer he was gone
but the details have yet to fade with him

Give me a stone
I will make it my own
Now chisel the face and lines

We breathe the universe
And gifting our breath
We gave birth to its mind

Let it ponder And wonder
Until one day it finds
A sharp inhale
As consciousness declines

*leaving only stone
and uneven lines

I

I don't want to die
yet 17 years in darkness
leaves me wanting

I

I don't want to be alone
But its been years
And not a single call

I

I'm so tired of pain
Though she's the only one
My constant companion
my God is she cold

Nothing but the gentle tap of rain
and the choir of crickets in sticks,
  the city of dust and bone
turned to rust and ruin
blood from dust
and bone to body
the
birds fire
rises

Give me a surface from which to start
Then give it some angles
To plug in the parts

Fill it with sorrow And mundane things
To mix with the beautiful
So they wont know what to believe

Now bring in the life , as though they where clowns
And most of them will not see the world that surrounds
Beyond these wall lies the infinite cloud
The world beyond the world
The turtle on which we perch

"And its turtles all the way down"

So no tears
the shadows of the box
Is what keep us here

But a shadow is only shade
On a summer day

And one day
*it will drift away

Hail to the king

as he crept from the ivy

Rolled to the door

He lives under the floor

In the touch

Power


Leaving my hands
Drenched is scent
Hints of clay
Fresh body
And sadness

Reminding ever
That even the beautiful

Are broken

And what has been lost

*May be found

Creak..
creak...

Gently lilting dust

Drifting

from the rock of an old chair

Aged and lined with wear
the smell is dry

it smells of memory

Of dreams

And death

reminded in that

creak..
Creak...

I touched her hand
and it was like
lightning

the division of mind

The Gentle play of sunlight on water
evening light
as the day fades

a lingering smell of orange peels
and moist Earth

As well as death
But not for you

Dear
I don't go crazy
I live there
Like the leather shoe
And tales from wives
It is this mad horse
That I ride

Through the glass,
And into the fire.

Not a word spoken.

Saying more with a glance,
Then a lifetime of words.

There will come rain

And days of darkened pain

God there will be pain

When those summer days

Are just a memory

And that sweet butterfly kiss
Is only a remembrance

just know

the rain comes

To just
and the unjust

Alike

A pull
Then tug
straiten
Slice
leaving
pieces
of
me

Tears
after the light had gone

Love
turned to bitter soil

Death
Came to the garden we grew

Silence
in dreams I still feel you're eyes

Tomorrow
dying memories of what could have

dreams
*Ill see you when I sleep

You be good

I love you

Can,
Can you hear the rain?

ill See you again

when you leave
When you hear the rain

He turned to me
With his creeping grin

Saying

Once gone through the looking glass
we never come back again

So you may be strange
*but we are all mad here

Beauty lain on grass
as cold crept in

Counting stars
as the wishes last

Warmth left through you're fingertips
as beauty lain on grass

A gentle hum
And moisture in the air
a quiet song
one for the broken things
which I believe
*we all can be

We came from darkness
becoming light
faces tears and water
Water most of all
Our passing
Becoming light

Asana

Light shifting through leaves
Rich loam and strong root
Connected earth and limb

Vrksasana*

I am that, i am
There is stillness  
Peace in silence

I have gotten tired of waiting
Seems as though Ive been livin in here
This is the way its been
Tell me if it could've been different

Sometimes i am filled with a hating
Hate me for leaving me here
But I'm tired of this wasting
Im tired of being in here

*Seems like more than a lifetime
Yet nobody lives forever

Alone on the face of the water
I found another like me

Eternal

We came together
Deciding to build

we built our structures
And began to bloom

We made music
And we danced

Yet the tune has died away
And we all decide

Its time to go

So we cleaned what we created
Elegantly dismantling ourselves

And the petals fall

Holding the memories
Of what i have been

I drift gently
Then it starts all over again