Names For Parties

Sitting and thinking about direction
present moment
Exploratory.
Strength boils
And causes rise to steam
Direction East
Toward the beach
Frolicking in the tide
The sunshine came
out of the mouth of my love
Slightly burning the eyes
Feeling warm inside
Brain starts to think in fragments
Zipping through my head
Who he
Who you be
And names for parties in
Future dreams
Where the water's purple
And the sand is blue
Where the fish have huge eyes
And start intelligent conversations...



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

untitled 2

Wake from a fake sleep
Thoughts provoke tossing and turning
Promoting more thinking
Excitement comes in waves
Sobering reality
Leaving stress lines near my eyes
Sleep is necessary
Lucidity
Silence
Question my reality
My sanity
Not-so-solid ground
I put passion back in my kiss
My steps in circles
Burning
Scents of familiar
Trail the unknown
A trek to the past
Through the present
Leading to a better future.

The LIGHT!
I strive through darkness
I conquer my goals.
Fear whispers sweet nothings
In my ear
Like the devil on my shoulder
I give it the finger
Silently in my mind
Not sure of what will be
But, certainty of the alternative
Pushes me in ways I've never known.

Small sigh
Out with it all
I'm jumping into the abyss



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

Same Same

I want to draw good things close!
I pray for humility
And the ability
To make this right.
My side of the Gemini scale is always heavy
My way is always wrong
Your eyes don't see me at all

Walking in circles
My soul's wearin holes
Yet I still haven't made a difference
And all I have is always too much
Or never enough,
For you.
Just days and days
Of the same old plays
The villain and the martyr



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

all the little pieces

I watch you meander
around yourself
and it saddens me.
Seems you still can't quite figure out
your own face.
You blow about
like on a breeze
Sometimes you reach out your hand for help
Other times you blame the wind
for immobilizing your limbs.
I wonder what it's like,
inside that head of yours?
I wonder if you can keep the pace
with yourself?
And the lies...
Are they lies to you?
Or are they little truths?
Stories of how you remember, or,
How you want to remember
Somehow giving validity to your voice
and the weight of your shrinking body.
Was it always this way?
Or have the vines grown over the house of your being
Swallowing alllllll the little pieces
Making it impossible to form a whole...?



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

dAnCing HaPpiNesS

Bohemian scarves
Big flowy hats
and wine stained lips
Surround my happy space
Full of Love and naked ideas
Scattered open-ended thoughts
and one liner conversations
that rock your core
Soul-shakin' tunes
and Poems on paper towels.
Sunlight beams through the thick wooden blinds
and disturbs the dust,
It looks like dancing happiness.



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.