shiva knew from ashes, what we from
baring bodies claim to know, that
down-dogs in the buff sets vanity aside,
if not by force then over time
along with any pretzel pose, or
tapas, work, or sweaty hopping
balance challenge deeper rhythm breath
revealing limits undenied and beauty
now revised for harmful lies to go.
beginning **** and ending ****
the mirror is the sun, the blue
horizon line of thought of one.
to bend is in the mind as well,
the keener meaning flexible
of soulful empathy of self.
the class ends in corpse and being
peaceearth-airsky-lovewind-all
apparels us only with the same light
we know and bow in namaste
to saunter to the beach and swim away communal heat.
i'm underwater soon,
three hours of dominoes
fading into deep greens
of algae kumbhaka pranayam. released.
the pond-bottom gasps at me with silt, such
delight shining darkly cool and shouts
jump in bubbles at the greenrays
piercing sweetly down to play our bodies perfect.
this is an existential feast.
old rocks on which to stand connect our feet,
waterslip awareness of the deep
and of the sky
gives rise to touching 'accidents' --
we clothe ourselves in thinner veils
we talk of history and elders, while
hormones sparkle greetings stroking clear we swim
in circles slowly, diving down and playing at pretend.
'adults being children' being adult in reserve
being 'natural' being ****,
discreet in underwater lust...
'i love you' our dripping eyelashes say
against the hot raft that burns our skin;
above the surface
neutral for the genitals we are
evaporate of self-seeing worry not
to spash each other's souls.
kindred lovers elsewhere whine possession
of us, but 'living, you said, isn't about being safe,'
seducing all, at every turn, an unabashed
reflex there to be desired in.

beachbathers, nubs of pink, tan and brown
shine unbroken at the shores.
occasionally waving 'nonjudgmental' waves.
sunglassed faces work away at being easeful:
assuaging fears of voyeurism far

i have set the wall to play vairagyam
naked in the open family value smiles
leaving me to judge our acts undone
or sensed beyond the moment in the center shade,
beneath our floating hiding place
our echoed panting speaking more surreal
than just the treading water in my space
you spit the teasing offer naturally
while hidden in the middle of a lake
our shocks of pleasure, gleaming eyes
in echoes brahmacharya pulls
with spinal lock of spiral loving this
we cannot have our vibrate bliss

i name it potently for what it is,
it cools the ***** enough for
feigning innocence

i duck in and out with image firmly planted
playing on an unreal living all
caution gone~

but not before imagining
the details stored away and swept together:
in that single moment apex entrance
of our carnal members swaying into
underwater yogasex.

the ladder slips along my sides
weaving up unbreathing giddiness, as
nubile, as young forever yearnings mar until
i hook my toes and float for you
clad by sun and sky, clearest ripples
flick the lips of vastness into grin
reflects your dive,
spread silouette above
you fly into my breath
to pinnacle the dance we live
without an act we guard propriety
until alone and years have gone
i'm here before a screen to live it over differently

Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
Your lonely song
Straddling the wind
Searching for an audience.
The home you grew up in
Had white walls and high ceilings.
Pure and sheltered.
You thought the room was shrinking,
Pinning your wings to your sides.
But baby
You were just growing.
Destined to break down the door.
To let the art of your dangerous spirit
Use the clouds for a canvas.
Blackbird baby
You've been raised by doves.
They've passed on their sparkling reputation
But it doesn't suit your matte feathers.
You're a whole other kind of beautiful.

Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
You feel so alone
You don't see how they envy you.
Your mind is a weapon, my dear.
Never doubt it for a moment.
Your body is a treasure, my dear.
Love it like nothing else.
Your time is valuable, my dear.
Don't waste it on what brings you no joy.
These lessons you have yet to learn.
You see only the thunder in the sky.
But there's a world of rainbows to be discovered.
Blackbird baby
You find it so hard to believe
That you are loved.
But you are everything to me.

Blackbird baby
Wings of charcoal
You think the sky is falling.
You see pieces of it hit the ground.
The end in sight.
Let me hold you.
Let me hold your whole world
So tightly that all the pieces of the sky
Fit back into place.
Afraid of what could go wrong
You pin your own wings to your sides.
Force of habit.
But without them
How will you fly?
Blackbird baby
Open your wings for me.
Show me your dance of ebony
Like a silouette on the sunset.
Blackbird baby
Hatch from your prison

And soar.

Eyes that stare at me with such depth that I shudder when I look directly
Hair which curls around my finger and bounces simply perfectly
Giving me a preview of a sunrise that hasn't yet been seen
Gazing at darling Jenny and knowing only she does this to me

Watching the heavens with such wonder as she litters them with stars
Hoping that she sees me from palaces in clouds from afar
Yet holding her with such unwavering dedication and never letting go
Seeing my dear Jenny and feeling her love's glow

Hearing every whisper, every hark, and every secret breath
Binding a love that I know will not be abolished by this thing called death
Shining in a world where humdrum people flock in by the many
Loving her for all she's worth, wanting my dear Jenny

Jenny's hands are the only ones which soften my rugged fingers
Before and after she leaves the room I find her scent does linger
Her silouette is one I look for each time I enter the door
Hearing her soft footstepstouch the cool, wooden floor

I will keep my dearest Jenny for as long as long can last
Seeing the timeline in her eyes of both our future and our past
Knowing that we will be in a love with no questioning or regret
And lying with her as her eyes close in and under her eyelids are sunsets

She comes home from a long day work
gets in the shower and lays down for bed
twisting and turning in her sleep
she awakens with a jolt
sweat pouring, she has messed up her sheets
they feel cool to her as she lays down within them
clinging onto her dampened skin
sensitive to the touch and she wonders why
as she touches herself,she sees the silouette of a guy
she should panic
she should cover up and scream
but her body wont let her
it nags at her to be wild and free
he eyes her from where he stands
and she beckons him near
he touches her,he feels so angelic, and whispers into ear
she moans and shakes, feeling so devilish,she licks her lips

eyes lowered
constant touching
feeling on his bulge
and teasing
hours later
in the bed and hanging towards the floor,heaving
his loving would have her falling to her knees
it was his loving alone,the reason why she couldnt breathe

It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare.

A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams

It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past

A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through.
R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014

Steppin' back in time,
Remembering, - days of old
Time of fancy, intimate perfection;-
History once knew of this time and place,
Once forgotten, hidden in shadow
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn

Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past

Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time

Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

Whispering breathe, I hear your spoken words,
recall this distant memory, for it be 'stills my heart;
I do recall this time, in which you speak of;
Wispering tears; falling droplets

Whispering hue, mist uncover that was to be; -
Steam power, hands of a clock, gears now churn

Silouette, perfect radiance
Stones aligned in a row
Strings echo, depths of night, woken
Electrified, strings bowed, its dancing time

Hear the beat, move your feet - dance

Darkened night, days of light
Shine, breathe, breathe from with the depths
Reach out, grasp hold, - dream
Recall, remember, - a time from the past

As I look at your picture close I see
A shadow beside you and it looks like me
A silhouette that has been there so long
That is the place where I belong
The face it is to dark to see
But we both know who it be
Day by day the picture will become clear
Because deep in your heart you know I am sincere
The picture has become clear as can be
The man in picture is definitely me