Fall into a hole
Darkness consumes in a
Smoke-like manner
Molesting the mind
and stealing the light
Fumble and Mumble
It all feels familiar
Breath becomes fast
The walls all have texture
Maybe containing a map
Take the groove that
Moves your soul
And follow it
To the Light
Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.
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Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.©
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
love garden
watched a plane fly by behind the clouds
they rolled in, in different shapes and sizes
traveled down this love street
stumbled through all the clutter
bare feet
I like to feel the Earth
climbing trees made out of boxes
and iridescent leaves
lye on the branches and take a nap
dreamt of white rapids
that turned into warm streams
made a bamboo raft
and floated to the sound of drums in the distance
no particular destination
just somewhere where love is true
and peaceful eyes look beyond the clutter
into what's real.
A solid hand
and a groovy man
greet me.
We meander with easy smiles
breezy breath
silky skin.
It smells fresh, like morning dew
We dance in the moon lit forest
and make a garden
out of love...
Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.
they rolled in, in different shapes and sizes
traveled down this love street
stumbled through all the clutter
bare feet
I like to feel the Earth
climbing trees made out of boxes
and iridescent leaves
lye on the branches and take a nap
dreamt of white rapids
that turned into warm streams
made a bamboo raft
and floated to the sound of drums in the distance
no particular destination
just somewhere where love is true
and peaceful eyes look beyond the clutter
into what's real.
A solid hand
and a groovy man
greet me.
We meander with easy smiles
breezy breath
silky skin.
It smells fresh, like morning dew
We dance in the moon lit forest
and make a garden
out of love...
Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.
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