#mediation
No nettles within the gardens,
No ¹needles within the haystacks.
Who made for them new navels
And showered with salted-wine what would not leave us.
Who thrushed through every grain of every chaff,
Picking out & crushing that which was rotten.
We who made the meadows free!
Who liberated they who were encased in ²amber;
Rain, Lightning, Thunder.
Who slayed the ³Fearsome Hydra.
Slew the ⁴Slithering Gorgon.
They who silenced the speaking weeds
And the whispering flagons.
Companions of the ⁵Dragon.
Who caused the Titans to bleed.
Who stitched the wound,
Who cauterized it,
Who bandaged it.
The first of us to understand,
What was the seed.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
Cool aqua marine
Stillness sinking into blue
I wait for the sun
My fears sink down deep
The pool offers little warmth
I wait in the sun
Questions float in time
Waters answer in silence
I wait with the sun
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
A spur of the moment your thoughts Fly high
spirit- within
The half- Angel
Wings of a falcon
Whole family rooftop beacon
Spirit of darkness pulling you through
But you had enough what else can you do?
The inner light afternoon hiking strong sun
Heart- jump the darkness knight
Turn of the wing lovers- flight
Waves form a word to far________ out- of- sight
Bright karma spiritual meditation
Magical forefinger western saloon
Are we doomed gunslingers
Spiritual voice awakening
Sun full force
The sun of his face
So penetrating/ everlasting
Spirit foretelling minds/ crashing
Foretelling a tale news/ flashing
Breathe in all the goodness to inhale
God-like prophetic exhale
Born free feral wild
Certain events foreseen
Spirit touch us*
all*
as a child*
Spirit foretelling
Eloquent of a real man lives us
To his duty
Time is unruly
Middle name Joy
Meaning Something like you
Do you feel its still you
Spirit change inside you
Starting to heal feet its
S h a k y
Holding the pen
Where are your hands maturing
What then?
Exquisite gardens
Open and play
Japanese Zen
A beauty to stay
Spiritual star foretelling
Love- Every Day
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 8:24 AM UTC
Raindrops
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Its fun to be paint
Its fun to be painted
Its fun to paint
Its fun to be painter
Its fun to be painter painting
Its fun to be paint
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
Plush cushions for a wood green hut
Indigent, arrogance, and Omniscience
Learned counterpart owned the seats
Grey, humble, Shamen
Pure fear, unmoving in his discourse
Pure love, uplifting in his seat
Time calls for action. Was he willing?
Yes--preparation inside the wood tree hut.
Inside the young man’s mouth
Chewed a taste of bubble gum worn out
For one hour they waited
Sitting comfortably, and waited
Blood Red skinned Demons peel off the roof
Razor Talons swinging
Razor Talons scratching at our young man’s head.
Our shamen waits, unmoving, calming, and encouraging
Inside his breath was a spell.
To calm, and quell any foe.
A cool breath froze the winged ********
Sending them back to where they came
Time passes
A mind now healed like a band-aid covering a wound
His mind was pulled closer.
Our young man returned his eyes to the wood green hut
Seeing the old man, smiling for his own part
A street-wide smile was sent back
Leaving the seat he thanked him with complete
Love for each other, and all mankind
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
It is so quiet.
I hear peanuts shells
snapping
teeth grinding
peanuts into butter
between his teeth.
The quiet page turning
Buried do deeply in
"The Scottish Prisoner"
It will be a while
Before he is hungry for dinner.
A bonus!
Turing thoughts inward
to the ever present ringing in my ears.
Long breaths in
and slower breaths out
Allowing the noise to disappear.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
i am one with all
catalyst of what proceeds
the star that shines forth
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
Evening lady moon,
sorry if last night,
i was in anyway rude to you,
it's my human flaw,
you know i realised Angel's,
are Angel's cause they live in heaven,
for earth is faulty,
mostly it's about desires,
and personal gain.
pardon me if went out of line,
lady moon,you know you light my world
at night time,do you see where dreamcatcher,
hide's all of our dreams,do you see them too,
for if you were to testify 'bout the night,
the truth you'd spill would be too heavy,
for us to bear.
And so you know my heart,
doesn't beat the same anymore,
my thoughts ain't blank anymore,
it may be the grip of her radiance,
i don't know,read my mind and tell me,
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
it all starts at the tip of my tongue,
the words just flow like water,
like water, like water,
no errors,
never seem to falter,
its that liquid flow,
straight from the soul,
the words just flow like water,
like water, like water,
ain't gonna lose control,
ain't gonna go a stray,
for there ain't nothing for us in the mud yo,
so continue to flow like water,
like water,
like water
© Try
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Become present,
It’s a hero’s journey
a monk robe come heavy
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Arguments, anger, frustration.
Conflict, mediation, meditation.
Today it’s all about our cortex, our right brain, your left brain.
Our amygdala, your feminine side, someone’s masculine side.
Maybe even the bright side.
Who is right, who is wrong.
Onwards, backwards, forwards,
Glass half full, too often these days the glass is empty.
Relationships are strained, pressures too great.
The *** boils over and over.
A fire burns into the very soul. Too much gets destroyed. The damage is done.
Things are certainly inflamed as people are enraged and anger reins.
How are you travelling?
What are your goals?
Common sense, like Paradise, lost.
Love is lost and sometimes re-found if good fortune favours you and maybe the brave.
Children suffer; best interests I hear you say.
But does anyone really understand?
For too many it is all about me, me, me.
Sadly, it is all about agendas and egos, it is all about me, me, me.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
Those who choose to dig deeper
must be willing to accept the dirt as truth
and the mess as proof
The only resolve is sharing tha loot
with those who seek not to be aloof
those who can recycle
improve reuse
Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots
That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit.
Like a Pirate
Tied to a ship
who's sunken into
frozen winter drifts
Yelling at everyone who passes by
Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive
An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
We were one, we were a team
Now you're gone, never to be seen
I see you every night in my dreams
I'm empty now, but you're happy, it seems.
I thought that I did everything right
Until I saw your message that night
Am I wrong or am I right?
Should I have put up more of a fight?
After all this time and now it's over
So hard to deal with all this when you're sober
Maybe I should go sit in the rain
With a pill and some ***** to numb my pain.
Don't want to talk, I just need time
To realise that you're no longer mine
Have to figure out what I do next
The next girl I find will just be for ***
I feel emotional and physical strain
Losing myself, I'm going insane
See your face and I know that I'm dreaming
Wake in the night, can't breathe and I'm screaming.
If it's not my stomach, then it's my head
3am heart racing, that feeling of dread
Lately I just don't feel like me
Vision all cloudy, just wish I could see.
Each day I try so hard to pretend
My whole body feels broken, just wish it would mend
Right now it's difficult for me to carry on
I'm trying not to break, I'm trying to be strong.
Standing here shaking, on the grass
whispering to myself, 'this too shall pass'
Earphones in, drowning out the voices
that are in my head, along with other noises.
What I need is to forget about you
To change my scenery, to change my view
I can't give in to this depressing mood
I need meditation and solitude.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
It begins
with dull morning
light through slits
in shutters.
It ends with moon's
bright gleam
and smile
and my doze
of a sleep.
In between
the getting through
the upward climb
and downward fall
and collapse or
half built up
and left undone
or incomplete
and failings
at my feet.
Books opened
but closed
page marked
with print of Picasso.
Music on the radio
half listened to or not
let slide
into the room
as I sit watching
the cat lick its rear end
or birds on the feeder
swinging to and fro
why? I don't know.
It begins as it ends
two slices of being
like slices of limp bread
with a filling
of dull life
like cheap meat
in railway sandwiches
years ago.
I go on
why?
I don't know.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
Her door was the sanctuary to inner peace; a sudden enlightenment
Engaging the candle of lit eyes.
Mindful to the calm hush; Disappearing in self.
Body, Mind, Soul.
Beside her door there was a lake wide awake with open ears.
I stood there Absorbing her wisdom.
A depth of kindness with each interchanging current.
I learned to speak without words. Connecting thine eyes with hers.
All else was swallowed; Exhaling, then breathing again.
Fingers extinguishing all else that threatened a light shone from her.
Her Eyes.
She'd shone me courage, grasping my hand. Entwining her path with mine.
I bowed to her and her alone in guided mediation.
At that moment there was no need for mirrors, realizing that she was my reflection.
My spirit animal, my refugee.
She taught me the language of her heart, being shown in silence.
I journeyed a place ears would have no use, my tongue becoming a stranger.
A total embodiment to the gift of her and her alone.
A beautiful lesson in poverty; Clinching my hands in prayer.
Blessed in her presence
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Seek Sunsets
Hear Sky Speak
Stay Connected
Feel Complete.
DLR
04/09/2016
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
Yes, that is an abstraction of the landscape.
Yes, you have achieved some creative control.
Showcase your efforts! Open their minds!
Tear the ************* roof off!
Little God-man runnin' the cycles
To each his own script
His own prescription
Little God-man running the show
Master of Ceremonies
The human bridge
You must throw back each perch
and wait for the fattening;
You'll need that for the next act.....
Keep your strength up.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
poetry roots me,
I am not thinking ahead.
I am here!
That is enough
when I write
It's enough to be here
and no where else anymore
not fantasying
the more i fantasize
the more it eats away at the energy that I have
for my heart desires poetry
it desire spontaneity above all
but how can anything be spontaneous
if i've already thought it all
so I stay
I stay here
in the moment
of the poem forever
Until I cannot possibly write anymore
dreading the ending of my poem.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC