The slip-n-slide surrender kind
The grunting growling primal kind
The down and ***** earthy kind
The c’mon light my fire kind

An irregular regularity
She's a sweet ****** sincerity
With a polarity of hilarity

I've Got Your Back
Forget all the ******* explanations, beliefs,
Pre-programmed epic genetic associations to perceptions kind of ****
Here in the physical reality of life
Emotionally, human to human, one soul to the other
I've got you
I am a safe place to just let it go however you need to
Whether through complaining, crying, laughter, or just gentle silence.
In every second of time
I am a judge free zone
I create and hold witness to the space for you
To release and to heal, however that looks to you
I've got your back
My heart see's your heart
In appearance and depth

I got the call, it just came in
It's time to grab the gig again
Years I've waited, paced the floor
Now my *** is out the door
Among the darkness, we do flock
To piers, beaches, and old boat docks
We gaze in wonder at waters edge
For breath of air their lives are pledged
Eels, flounder, shrimp, and crab
Are all the things we get to grab
And place them in to buckets near
Then cook and eat them with a beer

The inside of my wrist
Delicately grazing
The hard spine
of your mountain

                      -tantalize

She is the zest
Of lemon skin
Her eyes are hopes
Eternal grin
Her voice is soft
Like a gentle wind
She is loves
Long lost twin
She is the why
The where and when
Chewing gum bubbles
Are her sin
She is the center
Of a wild spin
Dreams and magic
Are her kin
Sunbeams and stardust
End where the other begins
Infinitely swirling
Without and within

Hope she has and hope she gives
So that other may truly live.

Keeps
Everything
Yours

I’m only even when I’m odd
Dead center bullseye squad

Lay me over bended knee
Lift my skirt and you shall see
A blank canvas for your hand
Awaiting your firm command

Preserve
Scrap book body parts
Keep your jams
I’ll keep my hands
Floating in the shelves

I look soft and sweet
but I'm tough as nails
It's not that I win
but know how to fail.

A simple request
Caused great unrest
And was much too much to ask

Give some respect
Instead of neglect
Was simply to hard a task

I could not remain
Inflicted with pain
I walked on out the door

Now you're alone
Just you and you're phone
***** I give no more

You use it to spew
All of your views
Continually at me

Out of your grip
You let me slip
Now please just let me be

How many words
In how many ways
Must I let slip from my mouth
And continually say

I am here, look at me

A sly smiles signals the hunt
I expand and contract
Stretching readiness
Supple and sure
I take notice
Focused
I let the possibilities
Wash over me
Cheeks flush
Slow breaths
Suspended time
A spell of woven movements
Arching
I smile back
Are you willing to be my prey?

Life isn’t about what you’ve done in the past.
It’s about what you are doing now.

L eaning
I  nto
F orward
E volution

Smiles
Escape lips
Like found treasure
Igniting every dormant molecule
Warmth

If i possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?

Apartments are just giant cubicles

Why doesn’t anyone ever wonder
Why we look exactly like our livestock
Inflated with wood pulp and pesticides
And too top heavy for our legs

We are full of joy
thought you never see
30 seconds ******
statued devotee
No smile for your eyes
No movement in our limbs
No expression can we wear
except the one of grim.

How easily lost
My five sense accost
The moment you smiled
How easily found
In the absence of sound
At the touch of your wild

Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who sits so still for me
You may think that it’s a tad bit absurd
But she sings the most faint melody
A whisper, a wheeze, dust on the breeze
That haunts like All Hallows’ Eve
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise

Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who stares so vacantly
Two eyes long gone but still has a third
Which she uses to watch over me
She looks and she sees whatever she please
And guides me along with ease
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise

L etting
O urselves
V alue
E achother

The moon and I are quite the same
Disco-balling is our game
Reflecting light back to you
Is something we can’t help but do

There once was a boy named Sam.
Who fell deeply in love with Pam.
He bought her a rose,
She sniffed it with her nose
Then popped it in her mouth with her hand.

She chewed it up real nice.
her eyes rolled around like dice.
"I feel very blessed
But I must confess,
The white ones have more spice."

The ***** bird hums
And sings a light tune
Declaring and sharing
The incoming June

The ***** bird hums
And sings a bright song
Whistling quite loudy
Her noted throng

The ***** bird hums
And sings her gay ditty
Making my heart
Go all a flitty

The ***** bird hums
And sings never more
As her bones are now piled
By my front door

He writes so fervently
Words and letters
Chimes and rhymes
A madness escaping through the pen
Cascading thoughts and paper
Burying him alive

Magic
Is
Believing

Nothing more
Nothing less
And everything in between

So I wake up and as I'm stretching I notice in the mirror that my underwear matches my shirt.
Then I burst out laughing because I hear in my head "WOW you weren't even trying” and “Look they actually match! How did that happen?! That almost never happens" and knew today was a win before it even really started.

You matter
Because of
Your matter

I drink with my eyes
And taste with my skin
It's hard to know
Where each sense begins
My smile spreads
Like grape jam on toast
Where less is more
And nothing's the most
I feel with my heart
And live in a laugh
Written in lines
Like this paragraph

What you stand witness to in others
Is strengthened in them
By the power of your observation

If kisses were wishes
puckered lip squishes

bewitching your skin
as they begin

just like a kite
they start to take flight

dancing through skies
on nature's sighs

magic unseen
sweetly convened

into the heavens
wishes now leavened

to enrapture just you
the kisses accrue

She’s not a princess or a fairy
Neither is she a witch
In the sea she is a siren
In the forest she’s a nymph
Among a piece of garment
She’s the silken stitch
Connecting sides together
She’s the arching bridge
When it comes to sleight-of-hand
She’s the magicians trick
No matter the form she may choose
You’ll do anything but *****
For she is most often known
As a muse or primordial goddess

A tooth! my first!
exclaimed the small boy
Eyes filled with tears
of pure simple joy

He ran to his mom
clutching it tight
and burst in the room
squealing with delight.

Many questions he asked
one after another
about the tooth fairy
perplexing his mother

She listened intently
with him on her knee
"write them all down
for the fairy to see"

The boy set to his task
with paper and pen
and slowly wondered
where to begin

"Where are you from?"
"What do you do with the tooth?"
"How do you fly?"
Please tell me the truth

With the letter all done
he placed it under his pillow
then slid into bed
just like a minnow

He fell fast asleep
dreaming his dreams
and awoke the next morning
with a jubilant scream

A reply he did find
under his head
He opened it fast
to see what it said

"A time long ago
there was a boy just like you
who saved us from tragedy
when humans were new"

"Great battles were fought
with creatures of all kind
and magic was something
quite easy to find"

"But humans grew old
and got very greedy
then corrupted themselves
into something quite needy"

"Power corrupts
unless you're quite wise
We could all see the signs
no more light in their eyes"

"They tricked us quite often
and hunted us down
stealing our magic
for their own crowns"

Centaurs and Fairies
Dragons and Elves
Among many others
started saving themselves"

"We learned how to hide
here in plain sight
by changing our vibration
so as not to fight"

"Then a spark in the dark
flashed bright and true
and we knew in that instance
just what to do"

"A child was born
innocent and pure
with him knowing
He was our savior"

"A secret he hid
within his own tooth
a secret of magic
the heart has in youth"

"Magic that courses
through children like you
who understand love
in all of it's hue's"

"The teeth we collect
and crush into powder
to Help us retain
our magical power"

"For magic is something
that comes from within
of pureness and love
but not evil or sin"

"A warning there is
and hear it you must
If you force a tooth out
it will turn to rust"

"Powder from teeth
forced out before ready
corrupt the pure magic
making it unsteady"

"This kind of magic
creates creatures not nice
Like goblins and trolls
so always think twice"

"Now let me be clear
about all that I've said
Feel with your heart
and not with your head"

"Face and embrace
The beauty of you
Believe in the magic
and let it accrue"

The ability to offer presence.
When I show up ALL of me shows up.
Standing in Loving Strength.
To witness the beauty of you.

I appreciate anyone
who can respond
rather than react.
To say 'This is me”
with accountability

I don't defend people's character
I defend them as a human beings
Having their own experiences
And their own believings

Everything I do,
I do with grace
Until I don’t
But I do recover
Quickwardly
(quick but awkwardly)

I'm on my hands and knees again
Scrubbing the floors once more
Toilets, tubs, and living room rugs
Then on to fans and doors

If I see you leave behind
A wrapper, dish, or food
I'll blow my top and you will find
A drastic shift in mood

So how about you show respect
And help me to maintain
Rather than lazy neglect
Or I'll have to change my name

Life is so full of so many ‘suits’ to try on
And I do love to wear a wide variety
But my most preferred is naked.

Natural. Wild. Untamed.

Ease on
Down the road
With some ***** and some funk
And a whole lotta' soul

Unidentifiable nomads
Hot-wired
Dancing rootless, lean and hard
In the rhythm of now

Keep your distance
leave me alone
I don't care for you anymore

Harsh words are useless
my feelings are already numb
my tears hit the floor

Can't you see I don't need you
don't want you, don't love you
your eyesight must be poor.

Im begging you go away,
move on, don't call me names
I've already showed you to the door.

Don't you see?....
It's useless

I like when it’s just noise and not chatter. Words are distracting because even though It’m not listening directly my mind clicks on in an area of my brain that I wish to let sleep sometimes. Which if you knew me you would understand how ironic that is.

I did not speak until I was three. My grandmother used to tell my mother to “enjoy it now. Once she starts talking she will never shut up.” She was spot on.

I used to talk so fast most would assume I was auctioning off cattle. The truth was I was auctioning off presence. Prattling away like a hen. I am now returning to my original state of verbal silence.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE words but I don’t think in words. I think in pictures of moving senses. I use words to try and describe the current of those senses when I step out of their embrace to shift into a worded mind. It’s exhausting sometimes and exuberant at others but always disengaging from where I prefer to be. That’s not to say I’m a recluse. I am decidedly not but I do like reclusiveness.

Lift your head
Roll over
Crawl
Walk
Run
Life is an obstacle course
Repetition to hone
Everything has a purpose
Function, design, principle, scope, prospect
It's not always grand purpose to the average eye
They can be giant things or minuscule ones
No matter the size or look
They are equal in their importance
Regardless if you think that importance is silly
Good, bad, useless, or otherwise
What you think about them
Does not alter their function
It alters YOURS
Be the doer, maker,
The originator
Be movement

Your lips, two neutron stars
Colliding bliss

My life, your effigy
For just one kiss