the pulse communicator
in unison
Humanity cannot be ignored

I leapt into the pool of stillness
and ride freewheel down stream-
and hope the ripples helped someone

words to rush-
around the universe
while standing on your head
start a conversation of outer-planets-
moons and far distant galaxies
the breath on your lips can go light-years

I see you leap frog stars
a strange mix of wonder
and awe; the skies open
and you dive into your
day holding a cloud on
a string smiling all is all
normal around here man
have you got a match.

What's going on between passion and peace?
Why do they seem to be mutually exclusive?
Can't they go hand in hand?
Like the calm before a storm,
or afterwards -
everything's damp.
Returned to a state of rest.
Cleansed.

I like to think they can.

i feel like i am boiling.
i'm not sure if that makes sense.

i imagine you in grays and blues
and paved streets and brick
buildings. you are so very much
in your element on concrete and
in architectural feats. i knew you
would not settle (how could you)
with me but i was hoping for a
change of heart change of pace
change of of of of you and me and
some semblance of a future like we
talked about. where is the line
between wanting and needing
because i think i crossed it back in
november the first time you said
my name and squinted one eye
at me that way i like. sometimes i
look east and wonder if the london
air feels lucky to wrap itself
around you. do you ever look west
and wonder the same of me?

you are my dream
the dream unfolding

its good to live in a dream
when you least expect it

to find yourself dreaming
inside someone else's dream