a moment of time,
a glance, just enough light,
a thought
a breath exhanged,
                              between two,
is there reason
is this right
a doubt
a day rearranged,
                            who knew?
so close to perfection
so choose a direction
so lose yourself
so much to lose,
                          all in the passion for poetry,
add words,
out loud sounds,
go for the prose,
rhymes, found reason up above,
add movement and it becomes sublime,

don't let it end
don't make it end,
hold on, go beyond the status quo,
let go of the present state of affairs,

in debt to life,
in debted to my wife,
in *******, not free,
what is it that cages me,

the walls, I built
the stalling, the years
it is appalling, all under fear

                                              of failure.
don't be shy
annunciate,
give life a try,
read out loud,
to yourself or the crowd,
climb the mountainous ampitheatre,
is that fear, the smell or some other fetor,
how does a relationship resemble barbed wire?

walk in the forest, among the tall trees, the moss is
soft as you fall to your knees, humbled by what?, Child,
they will find you, you are not lost,
they will find you at all costs, you may not know
where in life you are, where you fit, what is you purpose
this is it,
write, write, write
draw ink it is the blood that pours out
taking poison with it like rain down a downspout,
you are not in the gutter
that is for the utter guise, who mock while copying
your imperfections
that make you human,
some have given you up,
some have written you off,
some have written down,
                                         but they did not expect
                                           to find such marrow in
                                             those bones,
                                               such beautiful bones,
                                                 no one owns but you,
                                                     so write down to the bones
                                                         use that marrow for ink,
                                                            ­ stand in the shadows of
                                                              ­   the giants you fear,
                                                           ­          in a voice that trembles
                                                        ­               with emotions, sound the
                                                             ­              words that roll like thunder
use words like swords and weigh them
with your muscled tongue,
and those who listen, those who read
will get your meaning...and sorrow that
they did not write with
                              passion, fire, touch, taste,
there is no down, your words are kindling
to start the pyre,
that will cremate the self you left behind.
Phoenix Rise!
To Write.



©DWE022014

You and the new world,
Spices and flavors,
Never before tasted,
Never before seen,
Up close and uncharted,
Hidden shoals, sure to scuttle a ship,
Curvacious coastline, with dark water bays,
While eyes daydream beyond inland heights in sight, yet
To anchor and rest, from the test,
That both life and ocean travel,
Divest,
The spirit of a sailor,
Who fears returning from the sea,
Unemployed,
Toyed with, as he sits or stands on dry land,
The new world and you, cries out to the explorer in me,
Not a voyage of conquest,
But a journey of discovery,
Where everyday would be a new and exciting adventure,
But no ship has yet been built for this passage,
As time ravages, both the day and the night,
Always chasing dreams
Being startled awake,
By the shifting tide, moon driven,
As the suns' rise blinds the eyes
On every misty morning,
All in white envelopes,
No ship to sail into the unknown,
The reams of dreams from the night before
Held out of sight offshore,
Out of reach
Of memory,
Of you and the new world,
No flag unfurled,
No banner to be raised,
The riches that lay, so far away,
Are not treasures, but to be treasured,
Want not to be owned, rather unfettered,
Explored, in adoration,
At the mercy of your deep wilderness,
The new world in you
A mystery, calling my name from the tide pools,
Such as life and...

working dirt, like it is easy
container garden on a balcony
planting so soon
to the tune of "No Frost Tonight"

except in the reception

of the signal of working
with dirt, nothing more
wholesome to measure
worth, there's only room
for one in the ***, me
or the dirt,

the perfect camoflage
to lay about the outdoor spaces
hiding in the open, hoping
what is buried there
is all of the past
and its many faces