moments of clarity
come and go

spiritual awakenings are
always happening now

Sky shows mood of the day
Prematurely turned gray
Once bright and clear
Now gloominess hangs low
Wilting under the pressure
Of threatening clouds
Shades of sadness across
Waiting for it to clear
My dreams can fly again
As the sun waits its turn
At the backyard

I am.

Rising up -- Moving

This experience is Propelling me

Freeing me

I become weightless in it's magnificence

I am.

Accepting and Revealing

I become the knowledge that I have striven to feel

Reassurance cleanses my being

This certainty my own oblivion

Capturing this nurturing essence, I feel a love that only my mother could of known...

Inside me.

I am.

Pure and at home

Awake but somehow dreaming

Lost within a state of whole functionality

And never before now have I been so alone.

I am.

Free -- In this moment.

I wanted my life to be a poem.
That's what all of this is.
I date you
Because you fit into poetry
The way dark things do.
And you make me happy
But the truth is
I'd love you if you were only
A sad poem.

Cigarettes capture
My attention
Because they're poetic.
Poets smoke.
A cigarette fits in poems
Like writers pen in palm.

I listen to music
For the lyrics
Which speak to me
In the way I like
To speak.
For the drums
That now only mean you.
For the guitar
In the closet
I take out
On occasion.
For the rhythm
That makes my pen dance
When it would rather sleep.

I have the poem in my head
And I guess I'm writing it.
But you're writing it too.
So is she.
And him.
Mostly me.
But the cigarettes
Write too.
Disappearing through
Your lips--
Ash appearing on the page.

it's been a circus blur
a whirlwind of uncertainty
smothers me with unfamiliarity
vintage friends have become foreign territory
been burning incense for some clarity
just hoping to find a little prosperity

Grafted birds in uproar—
And grey moorlands a fog,
The cacophony of orders,
Even turned earth a slog.

Highest heavens, all one,
Seeing with truthful eyes,
Black and white eagle—
Dispenses the blue skies.

Forgive; but learn the lesson taught

Tuning into my own nature now
I find myself rolling this ball
Around my head
Of this possibility
Of a feeling
Like this silver ocean swan
With a baby blue mouth
Flying in front of me
Skimming the lake
From the sight of this being
With a different conscious
I can imagine what it would be like
To roam the Earth
Without clutter in the mind
Wings cutting through the wind
Bound to the present
And clarity of what IS