Light misty rain

free from anything
that dulls or dims.

Great Heat fell down on me.
Large task landed clear

writing for my life
tell no one

travel light
silent moon slippers cutting grass

hollow straw man
decided to taste electric

wave your wands

sweaty sticky pens
trapped in spider's shadow
stretching down walls

far away her web still burns

it is here I leave
the paved path
wet grass stomping in rain

under melted pastels
squinting at her summer halos

butterflies inhaling splinters
absorbing flares like asphalt emergency

show me your mansion
make it disappear

treasure beyond any riches

searchlight memory
writing for my life
drunk on fire

an unforgettable sunset
scars a vultures shadow

a healed poet
marching moonlit miles
over another bridge
pausing over railroad tracks

skateboards cracking through concrete bowls

light mist crying
on homeless camps
miles and miles
of pain and love sleeping together
in ripped sleeping bags

one more poem
before all words vanish

staring through inhuman eyes

silent moon slippers
gliding on river
spelling your name again

free from anything that dulls or dims

writing for my life
ten mile marches

drunk on fire
exhaling splinters
dissolved again
in the painted nectarine dawn

of her best smile
from darkest dark
to lightest light.

Raw in the wound
black crows circling

pink morning clouds
rays of the Sun
gunslinging through them

coarse in the muscles
twisting into complex sailor knots

steel beams falling down in Michael Douglas eyes.

Scorched in the wound
all outlets blocked

pink morning clouds
writing her name

explosions of cry
screeching in flight.

All my dreams
melting air

shackled wings
  refuse to stop

all my feathers
stabbing Sun.

Nothing is as it seems.

Ever since the miracle happened I've hardly been able to talk to people.

I use to be charismatic.
I'm not sure what happened.
Silence is my new language
I used as a child.

My eyes stare out the windows at work, drifting far off, tugging on ideas for a sunken continent I'm trying to make rise.

All I see are pages blowing, belittled in a snowy meadow breeze, stripped out from a notebook-
angels write on in my dreams.

All day long
a key to a door
taken back by the unfair storm.

Ever since the miracle happened I have been mopping up spilt awe with words that don't sound right.

I can't get my pen around it.

This hidden continent is too gigantic.

It lies buried under gallons of black and cerulean sea.

Day or night.
It doesn't matter.

Something strange is happening to me.

I've never felt any metamorphosis like it.

Killer pitbulls don't bark at me even though they bark at everyone else.

All my old problems are evaporated
like nothing ever happened.

I met a man who told me
"You look so clear."

People don't know what to make of me, they just stare and smile through me like I have big white wings.

Ever since the miracle happened it feels like I've been walking around in a dream.

My dreams feel more real than the unreal of this place.

My friend told me
"There is nobody like you."
Maybe little Jazzy is right.
I don't know.

Her statement keeps pacing back and forth on my front porch like
I WISH YOU WERE HERE.

I don't feel lost anymore.

I need a master to help me with how to tame this ocean of light streaming incredibly through me from another place I can't see.

This miraculous initiation threw red carpet down for my feet to glide across.

This unnamed feeling sitting inside me like a hidden continent dreaming to break free.

Ever since the miracle happened
All I want to do is sing.

She would love to vacuum up
  all the light
from the forever clean sun
and shine it out
into all those    
  hollow places
littered with not good enoughs, belligerent back slaps,
held tight in a corner,
against the ropes
boxing The Hand of Stone.

She would love to
pull the violet sheets of the full moon off and gracefully flit them across the violent whispers of her nail ridden bed hoping to take sharp points out completely.

She could learn to reanimate junkyard cartoons hiding in the dusty hallways of humour.

She could steal garden web gardenias and spiral them into a hidden window that hasn't felt a soft shine hit in two decades.

She could dance around the rim of sunrise and sunset
soaking in the sonorous orbits of smiles' melody.

After that she would soak her aching feet in warm Epson Salt water, glass of wine in hand, not having to think about cleaning hotel rooms.

Eat pavement.
drift, no home,
he squints into smoggy sun,
remembers when laughter
shined on this abadoned corner
of Litter and Drugs-

where his climbing prayers
brave up a sunlit corridor asking for help, knowing how forgiveness
drives him in, pressed, open,
pushed out, vulnerable, no armour
his eyes stung back to home-
  
wondering if this drive-by-night city
will remember God's undying love?

Do they know He remembers every face as apart of his own?

It is real
this battle upon the hill

55 pulls to get the Stihl
**** eater to start.

I almost attached a grenade to the ****** and tossed it down the hill.

I get teased with promises from the "pinchy maquina."

When it finally roars to life I attack.

Star thistle remover
Blackberry Killer
Weeds fear us.

Around trunks of pine
above hoses,
boards, timber, drain pipes.

Open it up
Get savage
beast mode

as pebbles fly
into arms, face, legs,

who gives a ****
let blood run wild

Feel the General
living inside You
kick open the doors
Hear Him Scream
"**** THEM ALL SOLDIER!!"

Yes Sir, General Sir.

I thrash down

Destroying......

Pretending this is Corruption
being annihilated and wiped out.

I thank Him.

Thank YOU General for all the times i couldn't get out of bed to face anything.

Thank YOU for storming into my drowning despair
and telling me to
Rise Maggot Rise,

This isn't A ******* Holiday In Cambodia. Do you want ****** to Win The War Today, then get the **** up!!

I owe You my life, SIR.

She is a shoreline full of coves and cliffs.

Do not ask her to tell you where it begins or ends.

Damaged footprints stalk her recyclable judgments.

Scars reared up like cinematic poltergeist waves assassinating city lights.

Her spells weave in front of the bonfire my eyes cannot pull away from.

Strip teased by flames she weaves my opal necklace out of moonlight embedded sand.

She is a treasure chest full of jade.
  
Walking blindly,

I locked myself inside for days
   barely escaping with my life.

Her cool blue vampire lips kissed
  the death of innocence goodnight.

My rampant ink wrenched engines apart

nowhere to go except
  out to sea once more.

Floating on braids of her hair
  planks of our ship

recklessly cannon blasted by holes of our own self loaded rejection.

Stuck forsaken,

no worthy priest around when wolves dress in sheep's clothing.

Better off floating like an auburn leaf catching a rogue wave to wonderland.

Crash land on zero point
walk ghosted shores of her

Run    
Away
  Eyes

as if memory never existed.

Skin the night
with everything
you got,
moonlight ribbons
falling through Ponderosa Pines
like returned prayers
that light your way
to the rim of a canyon
yawning like a God
before the intensity of brightness
fills out the blank pages of darkness
with a silence so violet
angels cry for
the lost Eden
hidden in a jungle
somewhere in their warring hearts.

I will pick this black bullet night apart with wandering eyes,

I'm bending down pulling dead weeds from winter's throat.

Pitch black at 5 p.m. and this blackbird still crows out his love torn blues somewhere on a Hawthorne limb.

His agitated cry gurgling rat guts.

He inspires worms to crawl out and bathe in bone chilling rain.

He dumps his misery down
a thorny cry, spider webbing glass
maybe he lost his girl.

Now he assails rain beaten dark with all he has left.

His wings will still climb a dagger driven night.

Dusting off loss, his eye level disaster insisted for a winter song.

Death of sunshine.
Age of only Fog.
Three days and nights of rain and frost.

His bent temper rides a campaign trail with no rules.

He is a black jet project that defies earth schools.

Intimate with cloud.
Kissing both world's of sky.
His nest is unknown and nothing will rule over him.

He will perch on scraggly fairytales and spit his venomous woe to forest storm.

His cold passage offers no warmth but he will bolt like a stealthy warrior
and blaze his crown of thorns from winter's rough, entangled throat.

You will never hear him apologize.

Her smile is a book written by Glade
  showered by May Sun
investigating deep Spring Green
my eyes rolled over in
glimmering glow,

butterflies hovered in trance
even they didn't know what to do.

She peeled back the cover
  and the first line dipped into
every place you ached to be
  all at once.

She was Fire in every Maple
deciding to run through our eyes
and permanently scald us when the wind took it all away.

Her departure twisted nights into
Dracula's twin blades
and our favorite book,   erased.

How long did it take for you to recover?

It took me forever and a day.

I've decided to burn my clothes
  drop my skin off

in a patch of tranlucent snow
  that steals my tongue

rip it out
   toss it up to the
Lavender God of Moonlight.

Make me known
   only to the kindred roar of outcasts.

I am foaming from a invisible wave
    nobody sees take me.

Let me swim insomniacs ocean
   bleed from the howling
       Interstellar whip of Orion's belt.

Let my blood light
dance upon your surface.
    
Make me a pathway
   I've longed to be.

I am flooding ditches
  overpouring the bottom dregs out.

Puzzles of a million mysteries
some day it will all be solved.

Dreams that reveal the buried truth
  tame the jagged edge of turquoise-

Sailing soaked in
   multicolored clouds
passing beneath
   a roaring sun
hiding all the answers.

The Fall of hush
after rain
emerald sheets landed
when Spring leaped through
and turned us right side up.

Nothing mattered
when her eyes screamed You.

Walking up toward
the peak,
laughter spinning
  in every atom.

Everything matters
when they discover
It's all filled with You.

The rise of dark
kicking in your door
invaded every room
the unwanted fog grew.

Her words threw daggers,
pinned the Sun down
nothing shined,

  you walked away,
made friends
with the spikes
in your back

as you woke up shivering
by the railroad tracks
hoping to die by train.

Exploding in skin
this light grows
in crescendo, swelling up
to cascade in auditorium ears,

violen strings cutting the hidden ache making it leak symphonies.

Silent storms breaking cliffs,
sections of you cannonball to water.

Underwater music brings out electric eels to zap and dance.

You slowly sink down
  staring breathless at sun lasers
slicing through sea blue water
  

You marvel at their
resiliency to reach
the rock bottom depths
  
where even the darkness dwelling
  creatures hear the music of the sun.

Crisp as paper
  waiting for words

an idea
  browsing wind

caught up
  in a draft

sizzling distance

every street
  falling variations of fire

tiny eyes
  looking on

transfixed,
motivated for floating

looking on
wordless fascination

as paper crumbles
   and idea bleeds out

gone

  like a morning whisper
   painted by a master

Imagine moth wings fluttering inside her eyelids, restless tapping on clear pane knocking to get out.

Imagine dipping down like a blue jay swooping above a blackberry briar.

No thorn could touch you.

Imagine her memories pulling out some vital root displacing her voice on a stage with no Mic.

She sits alone staring at mountains wondering how to close the distance between herself and freedom.

Dying to get out, an inexplicable letter she can't understand written by a stranger living within.

Her dreams bloom lotus petals in a smile she almost remembers.

Something dire in the air turns birdsong electric.

Steady barking drives her stranger to forceful writing.

His hand in her bones cascade her cells over Niagara Falls.

Her thoughts thorn ivy, she pulls misery from the roots and discovers a hidden utopia only the stranger knows how to pen.

Her voice travels in silence driving through hard blizzard highways searching for a Mic.

She can taste his words like frozen fog hanging from clusters of pine.

Her restless moth scatters out of her eyelids knowing where the greater light is located.

Etheric tingling intrigues her flight, she rises higher, every breath a drum beat invoking higher understanding.

Her sense of freedom expands when starlight hits her wings.

Ecstasy swims her veins, the mysterious letter sinking further in.

She can see the stranger scribbling, his face lit up, a remembered smile frees the entire universe, his words produce a funnel web unlocking her voice into rainbow silk elimanating her search for a Mic.

Her silk stretches through eternity.

No thorn can touch her.

They are crawling in violet sands of silence. Hours jet by like nothing. They are stinging you all over. Powerful burning, moon spackled in every grain. An inner Sun dawns, hits  water, nobody knows. Or do they?

I once fed my hostility into the jaws of intensity in hopes to be rid of it.

Now. It is done. Paper swallowed
pain. Painted bars the mind brushes to trick you into prison. I learned to let go.

Mother tells you it's illegal to cry. Keep it locked up for decades, a child who discovers Houdini's secret window.

He crawls out. Night and day embrace. Rainfall of stars.

Peace at last.

Now they are stinging in violet sands of silence.

Long letters swirling beyond your reach but dazzling the water's edge close enough to jolt the aching valve to a pipeline your spirit raced through.

They come.

Scorpions of powerful, needle fire stings.

The pressure to release them builds like a secret ocean as you sprawl out on violet sand wondering how to express the Eternal diamonds following you in the waters of your
inner world.

Long letters swirling from beyond.
Only in deep calm can I catch them.

Most times I am frantic clawing at night's window, diamonds falling out from my eyes replacing the words I need to trace them.

They are not mine.
They are everybody's natural heritage.

Majestic stars of eternal love
  streaking into our secret ocean.

We just have to open the door
to the private shore and give it surrendering permission to love us.

Sometimes I have no words to explain anything to anyone especially me.

Sometimes every word disappears
I can see them marching off a suicidal cliff everyone dropping to its death.

Sometimes this world carries a silence so thick the words just scramble away like little kids in a field of rye with nobody to protect them.

There is a place inside beyond the scribbling dilly dally dance of my pen that the heart just gets too tired to try to ride.

No more words sliding through the rye.

I have been defeated in a thick, steep silence

my legs dragging logs in unknown territory.

I have been smashed through walls trying to deem it worthy.

I hung on with less than a thread for a right expression.

My fingers clutching air
my eyes burrowed in
my thoughts scraped clean
my words all dead
but why do I come back here?

I must love this game.

This battle to try and save the heart from dying in the quicksand of a silence so great that only tears would hit the pages if no words were there to build me.

I breathe benevolence in wild dust of tumbleweed.

I store a thousand miles of moonlight in my crunched up tangle.

My scented hair holds the essence of night diamond winds.

I gather my life, curl by curl
  twist by twist, rolling through like knotted midnights-

A bruising ball of spike and thorn.

  I will sweep through deserts like a wild thing.

I come out of nephilim scars.

Weep the outcasted country of fallen angels.

Tortured rambler of ghost war roar.

I am torn loose
my thistles flow rapid
   like a giant ball of desert song
     haunting the darkness in
          moonlight wind.

Never softest as dropping down, seeping in, mingling in quiet dust, knowing wind will make it all rise.

Never softest as her smile after crying,
stilling hummingbird
in eye of storm.

Only God's love can heal the world.

I forgot to tell you how she
cruises my Pacific
like a slick shark fin.

Uninhibited. Prominent.

Then.

Dipping down.

Restless teeth stalking through forever sea blue.

Boundless.

Swift.

Pulverizing hearts.

Her shrewd cold eyes
forgotten by Sun.

My Iron will driven mad,
desperate to escape
I had to cut my way out of her.

Now I can swim in the deepest part of the ocean, alone.

If my eyes could write the sea
  would it be stilled after the cannonball roar of your
shattering  arctic breeze?

If my hands could tame your waves
with a light that craves your name
  will you show me how to sing
    the burdens off of me?

If my burn reflects the sun
   and seagulls cry my name
would you listen to my pleas
as the entire world will swallow me?

If my eyes could write the sea
and the storm roll over me
would she still remember
  how her hand once set us free?

If my silence could ever speak
  and reflect what I truly mean
will mercy hold a warm room
           meant  for me?

When the sunset cannot be caged
  and visions bloom through sea
will the promise of your return
set every person free?

When darkness stains my tears
and crew is lost at sea
as the Captain navigates in doubt:
  
Do you promise to visit me?

If my eyes could write the sea
  and my love return your breeze
would you remember to sail
the holy mystic three?

When the Captain is completely beat and the madness
of the waves  retreat-

The Angels of the sea will appear
to mend his broken feet.

Infatuated melt
gracious bones
liquid rush

alphabet drained
  spinning letters
washbowl twirl

take my unsaid stanzas
down into stone
emblazon them

I am hungry eyes
in desperate need
to be consumed
in hidden blaze
of everything I do not know
how to say.

Find me
before I fall demolished
in  silent well

trapped in depth
with no voice to articulate
her awe inspired rays

stuck inside
my motionless hand
burning to cursive desire
waiting on her return-

void of flow
thirsty to speak
intricate nautilius
echoing ocean.

When words go South
who knows how they'll speak.

They could speak the wrath of hobo nation. Run straight toward bullets. Undaunted.

Who knows true conquest?

Long tracks uphill
will test your character.

The Peace speech given by the wounded warrior that erupts with honesty from a hopeless foxhole.

The spinning brodies on your asphalt,
fire digs in
won't let go.

The stain of beauty that marked your eyes with halo Shine.

The cross every human bears
that has to rise with nails still there.

Too immense to comprehend.

You packed your bags
Headed South
To find yourself

Came back
brooding silence

Caress the worst
shine the best

I could not capture you on paper, one day, I only hope.

Redwood wind in my face.
The lost words hunting through a quiet hush in the forest thrush of your secret quest.

Pushing down walls
******* bear traps
escaping executions by the final wave of a merciless hand
ruling your mind with cold Iron.

No one escapes bits of heavy shrapnel, still smoking in the veins like a ghostly Dragon
who speaks from nowhere.

She turned South down the wrong road,
Was Found half naked in a cold ditch
tattered dress
once black
now red.

Barely alive.
She miraculously escaped
savage hands, ran 20 miles through thorns and razor
barely remembers anything.

Her words sprinted South
became that freezing stare
that is not human.

When words go South who knows how long it will take to speak?

Maybe never again.

It slips off the rooftop in sheets of powdered sugar, curls and drifts, shoots out at you, touches briefly before spiralling into darkness.

It moves electric, under skin
claiming ownership of your vessel.

It builds up in heaps
lifts the night up
with invisible arms.

Shadows crawl across the pasted walls asking you where the light has gone.

You say,    it will be right back.

It digs beneath the iron core of fathers, plays the strings where guards have latched tight all the cabinets.

It wrestles through your dreams
sneaks across cobblestones,  
whispers traces of holy songs
you never can remember.

It haunts with mighty winds
spreads its spirit through any mountain.

It sets a thousand ships on fire
and you know that you can't stop it.

I admire you
  like a bluff
gazes out at sea

wondering in stillness
enamored by commotion

a high place


  dreaming to crumble

held captive by pressure
  broken free by ancient connection

dreaming to crumble
for a splash inside a

rowdy,
calm,
devouring
dream,

unpredictable like music
inside her introverted, mysterious
  silence,

only tides know
  before they crash.

I saw the worst get hurled down upon you-
bringing out the best I've ever seen.

Blend in.

Chameleon freeze frame
in forest tapestry.

Absorb the din.

Eye of flame
roast unreal fantasies.

Open up.

Collide in chemistry.
Splashed by magic mix.

Casting visions.
Close worldly eyes.
Open One.

Ethereal Castles swirl.

Miracle of it All
Sing to us.

Breathe.

Adapt.

Crawl closer.
Fearless of transformation.

Let the camouflage sing you
and dance silently into One Tree.

Reductions in visibility
snow clawing at your eyes

iceburn memory

we moan in blizzards,
whisper to desert moons

mahogany lips
  turning us  irate.

Mesmerize,  

blast,
        
  invigorate broken cores

****** doubt

invert its position

invoke luminescent lexicon

scrawled out boldly

in       juggernaut  gales

from the interior palace

  of your plush,

introverted launch.

It stirs within

barely a leaf scrape
swimming asphalt street
where first glimpse
skipped away free.

It stirs within
begs with Alcatraz prayers
for release.

It sits
tiger crouched
flexing claws
waiting to savage you
with stripes.

It talks with no lips
plants trees
using wind

it builds up

merging puddles
into lakes

owl dashing
water ripples
on the surface

its wing touches
you in perfect glide

mind hysteria
running mazes
in search for longing words
that leaves your tongue hanging in moonlight ivy

vibrant pieces of beer bottles
glittering in your eye sweep
struggling to speak full light.

I have roots inside
escaping ink

help me to explain
my knees bleed
your Throne.

Eyes too bright to stare into
My shield stands no chance
to block YOU.


It rises within
a cascade mountain range
where a hidden trail is waiting.

It listens to your heart
shapes fortune by intention

It responds to good will

brushes forest
with no fingers

It calls down
an echo
that shatters illusion

that you are all alone.

If every word
from all the stars
fell down all at once
it still would not be enough
to show you
how I feel.

If all the words
that ever moved us
began to speak
from four directions
they still would not capture
what it is I need to say.

If all the gold from heaven's domain began to melt in my eyes when you said what you said I would not have the ability to show you what I mean.

If all the yellow grass is hungry to stay green and all the captive elephants break their cruel and inhumane chains I still could not tell you how freedom sings.

If the cricket chorus lays me down to sleep and the heart is opening again for God with a light so bright
all my secrets sneak away from me,

then maybe you would know this is what I mean when I tell you that I love you.

Lurching forward like a spasm of fluttering light,

veins
   whisper
Sun
through
  leaves

  transparent rivers
crisply speaking
golden sand intently listening

to the hidden sound of a mountain
  spilling melted snowflake secrets.

Will you always be an ocean I cannot fully understand?

~

Fall to me wraithlike
  adorned in crowns of underbrush

pick up my shattered vertebrae
  in the hollows.

I already died.
Nothing ends.

Meet me at wood's edge.

In potent corridors rich and alive
with tall towering greenery.

Explain this blossom to us.

In due time.

Accept our flickering Spring flashes
  gushing piping hot within us.

~~

I bear your hunger
curled in crest
when lightning flared me.

Never let me
forget again.

Remember children,  
  this is where a fallen star lives.

~~~

Fear raised me.
I bore its fangs.

Darkness I became.

Pulsing out big bangs  
nothing shattered like us before.

Wrath of fallen angels scorn.

~~~~


My empathy for you stretches through time.

Smouldering ruins of your house infected mine.

Shall we not return as brothers
  stronger now
brighter than before?

~~~~~

I left my letter on your broken doorstep.

I will be waiting for your response.

It is my advice for you to accept the path of least resistance.

Wordless, she sat
thinking of her murdered son
as she watched the black and white cruiser go by.

No Protect and Serve about it.

A black crow flies above good and evil, impervious to it all.

The words of the master like an echo in her mind whispering across space and time.

"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do."

Meanwhile, she could not keep her hand from caressing the hand cannon sitting like a black shark on her dining room table.

Her skin leaking out a hidden volcano pouring on the steps of injustice.

The friendly hand of mercy arm wrestling with another kind of hand.

Every breath she drew in shook  because she didn't know which hand
would win.

Fire or water.
Which one do you choose?

How they danced
behind tall walls of Pine,
dripped in clear blue
wishing to be seen
like children
pent up in a cage
their eager eyes drooling for sky
small fingers clasped around
chain-link,

their throats held rivers of song
behind steel-

it grew out, touched the invisible compassionate ocean of being,

crying for release
all these bright words
jumping up and down
behind the great wall of Silence.

I looked everywhere for the gatekeeper to free them
but only the blank page laughed
cruelly in my face.

Leave my eyes
  walking through a solo
    forest alleyway

elegant fire
  zooming in your
    Hot white spotlight,

Leave me flapping
  on her gentle take off-
     plastered delicately
         on feathered flight-

cool night breeze
  mingling with awestruck limbs-

Needle's eye shedding experience
  from a wizard
    growing stronger and brighter
      Inside You.

Leave my jaw
   walking away
     bolting for a intuitive sunset

where your hand holds all the colors
  my mortality has forgotten.

Walking out from the protection of egg shell, your wings exploded on a red-orange horizon.

When the cage came down, your snagged wings bled out sunset fire.

Addictions hung you out to dry.

Slowly over years the noose of their lies scarred the scattered truth and flung it beyond darkening hills.

Monsters kept rising up from the scar that never healed and blasted contempt for All.

Pieces of egg shell glinting on your feet from the bright dream you emerged from.

Nothing makes sense down here until you start to investigate.

When the sunset fire starts to reach out with its long coloured tendrils and the smashed wings begin to repair itself after years of search.

When the insatiable ache for truth starts tapping the distances with its telepathic antenna and the ghost of heaven comes down to heal you.

As the clear path in your heart is pruned and the resurrected star of truth explodes inside your space-

When you leave your body
  and your best friend whispers your name in heaven,

maybe then you'll finally wake up.

My eyes and heart are open.
How bout you?

You let the imagination of your voice hunt me in the Black Forest after you teased me with magical letters you wrote with leaf risen wind.

It circled around my head
brown and red characters
with a dialogue so rich and unique-

It was the best performance I've ever seen.

The fast descent of snow
covered Reno like a legion of white angels

furious flakes gliding and collecting in mass

it was late
around 2 a.m.
or so.

I was stranded like an alien in another world whose ship had crash landed in a strange, hostile city.

I remember turning the corner,
a body was sleeping in the door way.

I felt my heart leap out from its chest as if some wild boar lived in there.

I felt a warm wave of compassion engulf me for this person who could have been anybody. I could see no face. Man or woman I could not tell.

Just a body.

Who are you huddling in unforgiving cracks of a broken down society?

This reflected so much to me in that moment that I stood, half paralysed, gawking at the stranger, wishing I could do something. Being broke I could offer no money otherwise I would have laid down a 20 beneath his back pack.

What a brave soul, daring to sleep out here. -10 below. Just a sleeping bag.

Was it a veteran?

All I know is that he or she was a member of the human race.

No face. No food. No shield to protect him.

I wanted to call someone but I knew nobody here.

How could society so eagerly throw away people as if they are just inconvenient trash?

It spoke a lot about our system. How could anyone trust it?
Not me.
Not ever.

They will only lie, imprison or **** you with no regard for anything humane.
No heart.
Soul-less.

12 days stranded and there were so many homeless people that it felt like a 3rd world country.

Except for the lights beaming from Casinos which 3rd world countries do not have.

My friend just committed suicide two weeks ago. He visited me in my dreams. I could feel him walking next to me.

A 12 year friendship, gone like that. Tears were trapped within me. I could feel them but I couldn't let them spill until I got through this. I willed myself to be only IRON.

Let the softness collect and build. No time to cry.

The heart was like this sleeping body, left exposed and vulnerable in a doorway,
no shield from the way they talk to you, convince you its fair and normal to leave people in snowy streets with nothing.

They'll turn you cynical in a flash, saying that he deserves it but who knows this person's thoughts, the texture of his life spreading over walls that I couldn't see.

I pictured this person like a brother.

He could have been through anything.

He slipped from the top of a dream, landed here in a doorway, snow fall whispering ten million white pages through his beaten life.

His key to love buried and burning beneath 10 feet of snow.

I walked away, ashamed, tired,
trying not to let my heart leak out from my eyes and freeze against my stinging face. It was not easy trying to suppress a sea from spilling.

All I could think about was home.

No shield around my heart as it opened up
to let in every white Angel of love landing there, growing huge with mounds of feelings;

still,

it broke my heart with flakes of falling silence that a pen could never trace.

I swim in a penitent pool
blessed with calm
my final dream
the perfect water;

where all words are slashed to ribbons.

This pool is my treasured green bliss.

I will not forget my broken parts
flying out of the machine mouth scream.

Machine gun scattered,
eating hard shells of paradise lost.

This pool of calm green peace doubles in strength when you surrender your guns on its shore.

In order to enter the vast glass of tranquility, there can be no fear.

It will always wait for you until you are ready.

You must do the inner work before you can swim. Anger blocks it. Victomhood hides it.  The blame game pushes it away.

Every soul is a drop from its perfect silent pool. All you have to do to get there is get out the way.

Drop every wall.
Walk out of the cave.

Open your soul
to the vast pool of bliss.

How thirsty is your desire?

Every liquid drop of you falling
is a song of departure
my scooped out ground won't forget.

I see you spill but you can't reach me. I bleed back into myself the last memory of our dance.

When Spring launched after you soaked me.

rippling toward shore
tiny suns and wind
flood waves with a
faceless author,
leaving the dazzling white crowd sizzling on
the
shore
disappointed
as they bite their pens for a autograph they'll never get until they die.

always easy to hydroplane
the back roads

hungry for anything
hunted by the one assassin

torturing you
with illuminated leaves

every glow
  a haunted
sneeze away

from lift off.

Rainbow rain
  splattering lawn

jump into the pile
  of your best memory,

laugh it off

before the fury
  steals in

and

fists fly hard

and

cries go wild.

Moccasin slippers
tip toe down
a silent corridor

finds an angel weeping
at a closed door

she lived off crumbs
walked a million miles through flame and volcanic rock

tornado in her voice
hungry man sobbing
in her eyes

she still likes to watch butterflies
at the Park, downtown

hoping one day her love
will come back with the keys

she needs to open it
before solitary madness
repeats old tapes

and the shrewd air
is screaming back
at her

punishing her
for being innocent.

Stepping in
  peeling black air back

radiant orange
snoozing edges

attempting to grow
reaching for white

dreaming to merge
both shades

aching inside for the other.