I practice Being Peace
out here by The Artist Colony on Hood Canal
collecting treasures and Bright Dead Things
the moon snail nesting in the Flatland  of my palm
a Gift from the Sea carried ashore
on The Torrents of Spring
it may take A Thousand Mornings
to attain a Mind of Clear Light
to transcend earthly Crime and Punishment
to consume knowledge hidden in the Weathered Pages
of this Book of Luminous Things
but I carry on - Skinny Legs and All
Burning Daylight street preaching
The Teachings of Don Juan
"looking, looking breathlessly"
for internal coherence in this
*Brave New World

Beyond these unyielding doubts
cast upon me like rust-splintered chains
haunting my every thought
my every breath
there is reason
for my existence
the strength of which carries me beyond the fog
from which these chains are cast

there is purpose in my struggle
a light that burns unrelenting
searching the summits
riding the storms to their end
darkness be ******
the rain and wind of change
only serve to make me stronger
more determined
to write these thoughts
that lay in waiting
for those willing

I remain a poet
in this age of the dying word

A little  baby  k
born here
This Place this Day

thru ovens door
thru pain
And more
Came k
A little baby
k

Made  black and white
A sheer delight
A baby baby baby,
A little baby k
With Red
Her Zest
No need
For test
Meet k
The Growing baby k

A friend of true
Now born a kuh  
Is k
the little baby k

Like amma G
Now K you See
A HOLY life
That knows no strife
That's K.  
the  little baby
K.

Her mother cooked
For Truthful Book
Left k.
The little baby k.

With fathers Shield
No need to Yield
Prays K
THE LITTLE kuhe K

A Life now Marked
By Smiles Spark
Is K
The Fearless
Goddess K.
A Sacred Cow
Of worship
NOW
IS K
THE HOLY
LIFE FORM
K.

Everything in the air was toxic
The smoke consumed us all
Grey and green and black
My eyes barely open and my legs
Shaking, head completely cloudy
The smoke was even inside my mind
It swirled inside my brain and
Fogged up my vision as I inhaled
So much smoke
Everything in the air was toxic
Including your lips on mine for a second
Everything was grey too
The dim headlights on a gravel road
The trees were grey too, the sky
The poisonous exhaust in the beams of the headlights
The smoke coming from the four cigarettes on the ground and the smoke coming out of my mouth and yours
It was all toxic and it was all grey, and I don't regret doing it because I learned from it
In a way it was a poisonous kind of beautiful, that night
But the kind of poisonous that would **** you,
So I must not do it again

Dark skies, dark skies
It's getting darker
I'm not a coward
but I can't go any further
I trip, I fall and I stumble
I forgot where I was going
I heard it again
My heart was pounding.
Little by little, fear rose
Until I saw her,
I suddenly froze.
Water filled my eyes,
Tears came rolling down
I remembered EVERYTHING
As if I could drown.
I could have been the one
I knew it was my time
But she was in the way
I was about to accept the "crime"

My heart was filled with joy
When she came into my life
But there was this day
It all ended with a knife.
I saw her and everything else
It was too much.
I was being stabbed a million times
Who could ever do such???
Time flies so fast.
She entered my life,
but she instantly went away
I thought it would all be fine...
But I know this is not the end.
I have to be true
I will start anew
And live this life through.

Our lives - are distant islands, each is caught in own cage,
Love of two is torn asunder by the difference in age.

Walking down a long lonely road
Ever closer nearing the edge
Stepping out off the gravel grade
Walk along right next to the ledge
Saw a cross above the treeline
After traversing the dark tunnel
Passing beneath the overpass
For you he gave his life; He died

Smooth water across was like glass
Tension broken with just a touch
Divide between; a deep abyss
Moving disturbing did so much
He stepped out on top of the brine
Don’t worry child you did it well
Nobody there gave a Rat’s ***
He rose revived the Son survived

Touching the surface a clean slate
Dip it in deep creating wake
The sky a perfect reflection
Send out ripples filling the lake
Long ago past ancient timeline
Rose up high in a cloud funnel
Finally reached critical mass
Emerging on the otherside