You ring me
Like a bell
Reverberating AUM

A piece of me is hiding
Deep inside residing
Over all that is unseen
In between routine
A murmur soft and guiding

Tires rolling on the road
Windows down, feel the flow
Just kick back and take it slow
Returning to the simplistic

Hands now gliding on the breeze
Rising and diving with ease
Like a dolphin through the sea
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic

Anywhere that breeze blows
I will also dare to go
Anywhere that breeze blows
I wanna kiss it!
I don't want to miss it!

Cause' I wanna vibe with the divine
Have my marrow and essence entwined
Into substance translucently sublime
Back to simplistic

There's a hurricane a comin'
Rollin' right on in
Churnin' and a turnin'
With it's counter-clockwise spin
Batten down the hatches
Go and buy the beer
There's a hurricane a comin'
It is that time of year

Little miss *****
Sat on a bench
Enjoying her overcast day
Along came a raindrop
More plummeted... plip-plop
And ran miss wenchie away

Begging me to sit
Even for a little bit
Needing nothing more
Calmly sitting to explore
How I choose to fit

Pulling a Rip Van Winkle seems appealing,
Though my time it would be stealing
Keeping me from dealing
With all of this feeling
That leaves me reeling.
But like an onion, I need pealing
To accomplish inner healing
Revealing rather than concealing
I find myself kneeling while congealing
My past I am repealing

If you only knew
Just what I could do
Want to buy a clue?
Before I collect my due?

Sound bites
in the hush.
It's teeth
sharply rough

A bitter pill to swallow
A pratfall and obstruction
In let down I do wallow
Daily worth reduction

You already have me all figured out.
All my answers.
All my beliefs and actions.
You have me decided
and that is blinding you.
Blinding you to who I truly am.
You don't see me.
You see who you think I am.
Who you expect me to be.
I am so much more
than the narrowness of your view.

The room
sideways
Clutter
Dust
Carpet smells of *****
Eyes close
Room goes black
Pause
Eyes open
Light is dimmer now
Fuzzier
Naked
Curve of the shoulder
A question mark
Lost
Askew
Her body shuts down
Spit dribbles
Eyes dry
Breath Crawls
like a turtle
Blood pools around her head
A halo of purity
serenity
Time has come

I get lost in your words as I read them
Each a fingertip of red phosphorus
Dragging across my potassium chlorate and sulfur skin
Their heat and friction releasing smoky tendrils
Hanging in air like my breath, ever so faint
They spark and traverse the distance between us
Faster than a hint of a thought, igniting my form
Together we light the bonfire of desire
That will consume us down to embers

All it would take is a simple fingertip
Sliding along the top of your shoulder
Moving slowly towards your neck

Leaning in and whispering
“I want you. Take me” quietly by your ear,
The breath of those words
Radiating warmth upon your neck
Igniting your skin for me alone to stroke
That.... that is just a bonus

The world of your words
sit on the tip
of my bookmark tongue.
Place me between your pages
and you shall never again
lose your place

Every interaction
another opportunity to tell me
how much I hurt you.
How loving me
makes you a fool.
Please forgive me
for not being swept off my feet
and allowing you
to plunder my depths.

Look at me
So carefree
Frolicking in the flowers

Skip around
On the ground
In the lushness of the bowers

Here we go
On tip toe
Dancing in the breeze

Arms out wide
Nature's bride
No better days than these

From day to dusk
I do lust
For your grand display

Orange and pinks
Days last wink
A vibrant color soiree

Then I sneak
To the creek
Splashing with delight

Mistress moon
I do swoon
In your beams of soft moonlight

I'll blow a bubble around you
and you'll float away
then you'll be out of my hair
for the rest of the day

Don't try to stop me
Im warning you
I have a new gun
called the zuber-de-****

It may sputter and spink
it may weight a ton
but who cares as long
as it gets the job done.

After the rain when the weathers just right
You might get to behold a wondrous sight
Little round orbs of swirly WOW! color
Across a surface so thin none do discover
Except magical creatures like me and you
In just the right light, just the right view
Bubbles emerging, delicate alllure
Vividly bright soft magic coture
They start as dew drops all itty-bitty
Expanding out all big and pretty
When growing is done they lift off the ground
And float on up with a delicate bound
I danced and I laughed tip-toeing along
Finally finding the place I belong

There are a great many things
To accomplish in a day
Without you there, sitting still
And getting in my way

You that little black dot
Among my nice clean white
Are constantly reminding me
That I am not pure bright

You are what is different
Amongst the sterile field
So your fault it must be
On this I will not yeild

Hobos, Slackers, Drunks
You! Are all the same
Always so quick to find
Someone else to blame

Off! Off! You Wretched Spot!
Off my field of white!
Here's a couple dollars bills
Now get thee out of sight!

Get Up! You ***!
You ruining the whole feel
Get Up! Go on, ***!
**** is getting real

Out of sight, Out of mind
Is what I always say
And now back to my grind
I have such a busy day!

I need to move on quickly
From this inconvienent stop
I'm already so behind
From cleaning up your slop

Cajoled corpus in consonant with
the ceaseless cardiac cadence
coaxing my cerebral cortex

Cochlea convolutions cause
camarilla cognitions of
cascading calescence

Corresponding combinations
cavorting like czardas
as my clavicle collar climbs

I long to dance
In the rhythm of
Your breath

I had just settled in for a nice hot soak.
I slid into the bubbles and opened my coke.
when what to my wondering ears did I hear
but a small playful voice drawing near.

When around the door I saw him appear
I knew in a moment that it was my Dear.
Quickly he approached me only to say
The kids have poopies and need changed straight away.

He stood there smiling with his eyebrow raised
I laughed and sat completely unfazed.
The moments between us were quiet and tense
I was waiting to see what was his defense

It felt like forever but only seconds had passed
When I knew that I would have to get out of my bath
Slowly I stood, shivering and cold
Wanting to put him in a choke hold

I climbed the stairs, naked and wet
Knowing this night, I will never forget.
The morale of the story lies herein
Check on the kids before I begin.

My stoic little boy
Sitting so composed
As tears slide gently off
The end of your nose

I love you just as much
As you show that you love me
I feel that big love hug
Hold me as you leave

I'm eager to the hear stories
Of all the fun and charm
And once again enfold you
In the safety of my arms

Adventures can be scary
Starting can be too
Any new beginning's
A different point of view

Now it's time to flex your brave
And let it all begin
Chase the dreams your heart craves
And meet them with a grin

Scattered, smothered, and covered
Like a vulture, hovered
My carrion corpse
Beat like a dead horse
My insides now discovered

A girl did often sit
bubbled in her wit
to keep her from his hands
and his darker plans
refusing to submit

Drunken nights he always tried
hunched over her bedside
she learned to just play dead
taking solace in her head
while her youth was crucified

In her bubble she did stay
never to go astray
too afraid to begin
awkward in her skin
no fresh air, just decay

No one wants to see the pain they caused
Our society doesn't want to deal with emotions
We hurt someone, and when they show that they are hurt
we go in to automatic defense mode
We start focusing on their reaction
and not what we did to cause it
Don't ask what's wrong just for you to figure out if your at fault
Do it because you genuinely care.
You know exactly what I mean too
When someone posts some elusive status update
that they are upset, people start to ask why?
Only most often it is to make sure it isn't them that caused the pain
Only it's not about you actually being in pain,
just that it isn't their fault
People ask why more often now as a defense mechanism
than as an actual query in to your emotional state
in order to help you and listen
Most only listen long enough to find out
if it is because of them or not
Ready to defend why they made whatever choice they did
Self serving care is ******* when done like this

Choose your own adventure
Make your own imprint
To some I am a warning
To others I’m a hint

I am an innuendo
An oblique shaded tint
I’m exactly the kind of thing
That makes you bite your lip

I am constant happening
Susurrations in the breeze
Prodding notions raw emotions
To see what you believe

I am chance. Care to take one?
Do you like the odds?
I’m a clue. Care to buy one?
To pull back my facade

I’m a coin. Care to flip me?
Is it heads or is it tails?
I am choice. Care to make one?
Which of these two trails?

A wink, a tinge, felt on the fringe
Like cobwebs in the woods
I’m an omen still unchosen
Am I bad or am I good?

She sits in a wooden chair in the study of her grandfathers master bedroom. Even at 19 her feet barely touch the emerald green carpet. She has always been small. Her growth halted at 12, reaching her final height by 7th grade. She curls her toes into the carpet. It feels soiled and stiff from dog *****. A testament to her grandpa not moving well enough to take the dog out. His room is the only room with a carpet because of this fact.

The house is quite. Everyone else went out to dinner, probably happier that she stayed home. Her defeated posture speaks volumes. She stares at little specks of dust dancing around on unseen currents but not really seeing anything. Her mind used to be her safe place but even that has turned against her.

"Why do you act like such a baby?" reverberates like a ripple through her. Words spoken at another time but still holding space within her, trapped in her cells. She sighs heavily. She knows the chorus is about to begin. Once it starts it builds on itself, trying to overtake her very essence.

"Why can't you be more like your sisters?" "We are all tired of seeing your sad face. If you can't smile and be happy then stay in your room." The momentum builds, the words begin to crescendo, joined by scoffs, eye rolls, and sighs that always make her feel like she is impossible to love.

With each sigh her stature shrinks, slowly pulling herself inward. Tears form and want to fall but she refuses. She has already cried too many. Crying is associated as weakness and for as sad as she is, she is just as determined. These two emotions she knows well. Over the last 7 years they have slowly coalesced into anger.

Anger and pain her constant companions. She is too young to understand why the anger has taken root and yet clings to it and wears it as a shield. It protects her but also does not allow the ghosts of the chorus out. She has often thought about suicide but her determined nature will not allow others to win.  And so she sits in a nesting doll of invisible cages that she feels but cannot see.

She is startled by voices. Her family returning, filling the house with chatter and laughter, and once again she disappears.

Human soul and free will
Are not materialistic methods but
Metaphysical qualities of consciousness

******* chugs through my mind
Like a steam train pregnant with coal
Please let there be a bend
A turn, a curve up ahead
*******.... *******.... *******....
One track, one goal
Fuming out, straddling the sky
A giant smoky black serpent
Burying my reality in soot
FuckYouFuckYouFuckYouFuckYou
Piston pumping momentum
Doubling with every breath
Until the train is a bullet
Breaking the sound barrier
Aimed at my chest for maximum impact
Hitting the anatomical muscle
I call the heart....
Perhaps now I can rest

Words are like matches
Some strike and light
And some do not.
We... are simply the kindling
To our imaginations flame

Spectrum reflection
A blessing disguise
What's out is what's in
Swivel sidewise

Molehill mountains
Storms in teacups
All muss and fuss
A far off close-up

A wing and a prayer
A chance and a dance
Face and Embrace
The mighty expanse

Every thought your mind has
That your heart believes is true
Is a self fulfilling prophecy

A clue
Is a cue
For you
To view
Something new

Together we slip
Folding space and time
A moment unzipped
Paradoxical paradigm
Made and unmade
Surging elapse
A ancient plan laid
Rebirth collapse

The difference between me and you
Is that I am red and you are blue

Blue like ice and night and death
Secrets whispered on your breath

For you are made of darker things
and the beauty that it brings

I am red like blood and fire
burning white upon my pyre

Blazing strong, fierce and hot
Look away you can not

For if you mix red and blue
You will get different hues

Arrays of purples you shall see
of bruises, scrapes, and injuries

Pull me close, invade my space
let me drown in your gaze

On my neck, knuckles white
squeezing hard is what I like

Yearning, aching, I beg of you
to turn my red into blue

Come in I say
Then sway away
With a knowing smile
Won’t you stay
So we can play
I’ll make it worth your while
“A drink perhaps?”
Just thought I’d ask
For parched you soon might be
Liquor your thing?
Full frontal swing?
Feeling a little thirsty?
Or if instead
You want some head
A beer is more your pace
But If you prefer
Not saying a word
Then drink me in their place

To be continued. . .

You're the next contestant
Of this game called body image
So tell us dear,
What's your personal scrimmage?

It all started with a noise
A not so silent rumble
Always asked if I was hungry
In reply, I'd just grumble

I did not know at the age of 12
Back in 7th grade
The rumble stopped all my growth
Regardless of how I prayed

Added to the chorus
Was the symphony of 'the runs'
Which really just meant
I'd need the bathroom tons

The next 5 years of school
Were often a bit tricky
But I finally made it through
Moving rather briskly

I worked happily for two years
Without much complaint
Until I dropped to my knees
From a pain that made me faint

Or at least I wish it had.
Crumpled on the floor
During a high end dinner
I knew i'd need a doctor

Poked and prodded
A litany of tests
Crohn's disease
Is what he did suggest

The next 9 years were hell
Side effects from 19 pills a day
Did nothing but make it worse
So I told my doc I won't play

I could not keep food down
I lost all of my teeth
Malabsorption for the win
What else lies beneath?

For years this went on
No matter time of day
Always making others comment
On how much I must weigh

Daintily touching my wrist
With looks of sympathetic envy
"I'd **** to be that skinny!"
Always sent me to a frenzy

Yes, yes, lucky me
I have an incurable disease
That makes me look as though
I was starved by the nazis

I say all this
Not to make you sad
It's just a story of how
Pain became my comrade

I am determined to a fault
It kept messing with my head
So I changed my perspective
And choose happiness instead

For as much pain I've suffered
There is also lots of growth
Patience, love, and compassion
Are now my solemn oath

My form may betray me
But it no longer has a hold
Once I learned to embraced it
My beauty did unfold

It's not about what's out
But rather what's inside
And once you realize this
You will find your stride

All of us are music.
Living breathing compositions.

Some are jazz. All bright colors and playful vibrancy mixed with a sultry sumptuous purr
.
Some are Blues. Deep down colors and aching longing mixed with a quiet wailing rumble.

Some are Rock. Primary colors and down home feel mixed with cruisin with the windows down and karaoke.

Some are Heavy metal. Reflective silvers, polished steels mixed with screaming wires and fierce feral growls.

Some are Alternative. Contrasting secondary colors and experimentation mixed with mystery box wonder and quizzical quirkiness.

Some are Classical. Black and white colors  of perfection mixed with full bodied timelessness.

Some are Pop. Vibrant pastel colors of youth and innocence mixed with bursting bubblegum bubbles and giddy dancy hope

Some are Showtunes. Lighted colors of exaggeration mixed with bravado and intensity

Some are Opera. Red hues of passion and heart mixed with pushing vocal limits and whole body overtures and ovations.

All of which run through the current of ‘soul’. Show yours. Feel yours. Sing yours. Whatever you do, do it with soul.

The stars congregate in the night sky
Like Deep South soul come Sunday mornings

All my sadness and my loss
Locked up in a little box

A locked up box inside my head
The key resides in my heart of red

My heart of red beats fierce and true
If only for the thought of you

The thought of you unlocks my tears
and a touch of quiet fear

Fear that you have gone for good
From the place where you last stood

You stood alone on that night
And took from all your precious life

Your precious life will no more be
but now you are truly free

Truly free from pains sway
but within my heart you'll always stay

He has a con mans likability
A cunning sly agility
Disguised as civility
With an ego of nobility
He has a con mans likability
A shallow loud tranquility
Illusioned vulnerability
To hide his own futility

Our thought processes have become
As automated as the technology we consume

10, 9
Your body's my shrine

8, 7
Fingertip heaven

6, 5
Sensation drive

4, 3
Intense apogee

2, 1
Coming undone

Of all the things I've snorted
Which truthfully aint' many
The one that left me thwarted
Red pepper flakes a plenty

As they passed beneath my nose
Just as I inhaled
To my sinuses they arose
Which they promptly nailed

At first it seemed not so bad
The calm before the storm
Seized just like Leningrad
For communist reform

Just like that, a simple whiff
My nose a raging fire
Running water I did sniff
This situations dire

To the freezer I am going
To end this burning grief
For neither ******* or blowing
Brings any kind relief

Time to try a frozen ****
And see if I can numb
So I grab two ice cubes
And follow this rule of thumb

Hold them under water running
Until sizes that will stow
Pat yourself for your cunning
Then shove them up your nose

You move through my mind like a gorilla on rollerskates

Let me make you
My own private slip-n-slide

Celestial Darkness spread out above
Rapidly a big bright star named Sun grew
Enticing the moon with it's bright white love
And from their union the stars did spew
Together they roamed hand in hand
Independent of each other and yet linked
Omnipresently shining on the land
Notable and succinct