a wave from the middle of a green man street
you were shakti
a line of this of that, velvet and crystal
you were smiling
i stopped because everything else stopped
you were obliging
hesse, the dead, purple
you were sharing
and then my memory and some words
you were guiding
labelled as a list of wonder talents
you were boasting
newspaper and flowers, coloring the city
you were loving
Sunday, January 31, 2010
project: walking with the gods
concept: still to evolve somewhat. peace of art created from a spontaneous or sort out divine interaction every day. sharing sparks. mending. always laughing.
Afanasi, Roert Smyth, Steve
each has a name. it started on the steps.
in another universe. with no dawn coming.
then breakfast and a class to get to
on the ferry building clock's chime.
it was the orchid that kept me
and your photograph that drew me
and your voice of devil talk and peace possibility
and almonds, blue eyes, balloons
and rainbows
arching into the perfect crevice of being fed.
i kept making decisions of where to take us
they were perfect and seaweed sweet.
it felt purposeful like jasmine memories
and i stay out for as long as the day will have me
nothing ends as sweetly as it could than with a chai
steamed and rich
in a hostel selling peace
specificity brings untwinging attention
and tonight will be a night unlike any other
Afanasi, Roert Smyth, Steve
each has a name. it started on the steps.
in another universe. with no dawn coming.
then breakfast and a class to get to
on the ferry building clock's chime.
it was the orchid that kept me
and your photograph that drew me
and your voice of devil talk and peace possibility
and almonds, blue eyes, balloons
and rainbows
arching into the perfect crevice of being fed.
i kept making decisions of where to take us
they were perfect and seaweed sweet.
it felt purposeful like jasmine memories
and i stay out for as long as the day will have me
nothing ends as sweetly as it could than with a chai
steamed and rich
in a hostel selling peace
specificity brings untwinging attention
and tonight will be a night unlike any other
Thursday, January 28, 2010
heaven meeting earth
lie on its back surrendering to the all
mighty three with legs calmly flailing in the air
is met by another mighty three, hovering
focusing downward descending
meeting: infinity
mighty three with legs calmly flailing in the air
is met by another mighty three, hovering
focusing downward descending
meeting: infinity
you didnt change my life
and i apologize for not listening
and not fully giving you that honor.
you are a sage, divine
and not fully giving you that honor.
you are a sage, divine
PAINTED POETRY
FALL
into cover to recover
understanding the necessity of rest
but the active space of growth.
the grounds enflame with crackling tones of earth
and the rake screeches order.
insist on collection
knowing the imminent plateau.
there is no reason the fall --
of man; from grace --
would be unretributable.
apples grow all year
and the colder the frost; the sweeter the crisp
SUMMER
nothing else comes but the quenching of afternoon shower
the sky suddenly surrounded with wrung-grey cloud
the pavement streamed and puddles glimmering prism fuel
there is no reason to relocate the world of imagination
the water simply enhances the game
and the storm-wrecked pirates wave to the shore
with the rest of the flotsam
the tropical island jungle boasts luminous creatures
and hard shelled fruits
ice snaps as tea slides into crystal tumblers
and chairs rock, elongating scarves drawing to the veranda's wooden floor boards
there is a hum of music to this life
DISSOLVE
what is there can be so easily lost
needing a scent of balanced seeing --
for engraving but avoiding reliance.
everything will become yours
recorded in chemical compound
(with a popping sound)
and the choice becomes yours
to color the sound in light whiteness
(or say, beige and blue)"
or glum heaviness that has no color
but acidic callous
let it move
TWENTY SEVEN HOURS, NINE MINUTES, AND FORTY THREE SECONDS
i wrote of dawn
in a spring garden
in front of growing brussel sprouts
or was it cabbage?
but what of the dusk
the active transition into reds and purples
and yawning
when it is acceptable to waltz
into the worlds of thinned blood streams
and activated receptors
and sigh and bat
and forget the rigidity of the day?
oh, the gateway
BE-ING
tell me again that it is as it is
so i stop worrying that it isnt as it isnt
and perhaps for a moment
we will be together
SPIRALS INTO ORANGE
for everything, a season
for every being, another
for every rain, a bow
for every seeker, bliss to discover
numbers count in sequence
with hidden infinity between them
colors separate that which they do not possess
boundaries of oblivion
it doesnt end
this experience with no spectrum
it will always, simply, be
ad infinitum
into cover to recover
understanding the necessity of rest
but the active space of growth.
the grounds enflame with crackling tones of earth
and the rake screeches order.
insist on collection
knowing the imminent plateau.
there is no reason the fall --
of man; from grace --
would be unretributable.
apples grow all year
and the colder the frost; the sweeter the crisp
SUMMER
nothing else comes but the quenching of afternoon shower
the sky suddenly surrounded with wrung-grey cloud
the pavement streamed and puddles glimmering prism fuel
there is no reason to relocate the world of imagination
the water simply enhances the game
and the storm-wrecked pirates wave to the shore
with the rest of the flotsam
the tropical island jungle boasts luminous creatures
and hard shelled fruits
ice snaps as tea slides into crystal tumblers
and chairs rock, elongating scarves drawing to the veranda's wooden floor boards
there is a hum of music to this life
DISSOLVE
what is there can be so easily lost
needing a scent of balanced seeing --
for engraving but avoiding reliance.
everything will become yours
recorded in chemical compound
(with a popping sound)
and the choice becomes yours
to color the sound in light whiteness
(or say, beige and blue)"
or glum heaviness that has no color
but acidic callous
let it move
TWENTY SEVEN HOURS, NINE MINUTES, AND FORTY THREE SECONDS
i wrote of dawn
in a spring garden
in front of growing brussel sprouts
or was it cabbage?
but what of the dusk
the active transition into reds and purples
and yawning
when it is acceptable to waltz
into the worlds of thinned blood streams
and activated receptors
and sigh and bat
and forget the rigidity of the day?
oh, the gateway
BE-ING
tell me again that it is as it is
so i stop worrying that it isnt as it isnt
and perhaps for a moment
we will be together
SPIRALS INTO ORANGE
for everything, a season
for every being, another
for every rain, a bow
for every seeker, bliss to discover
numbers count in sequence
with hidden infinity between them
colors separate that which they do not possess
boundaries of oblivion
it doesnt end
this experience with no spectrum
it will always, simply, be
ad infinitum
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
coffee and smokes; pipes and blintzes
sleeping in you'll miss this morning:
the ones who havent slept and still want to speak about the world
the leaving ones in their absorptive urgency
the en-joyful ones refilling their coffee to side their bagels
and the magic that happens over cutting fruit
laughing the first movements of the day through
every man has his way
how do you say juice in italian?
or mandarin, or australian
teach me before you disappear forever
for that's an awfully long time.
the ones who havent slept and still want to speak about the world
the leaving ones in their absorptive urgency
the en-joyful ones refilling their coffee to side their bagels
and the magic that happens over cutting fruit
laughing the first movements of the day through
every man has his way
how do you say juice in italian?
or mandarin, or australian
teach me before you disappear forever
for that's an awfully long time.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
dont take the lashes your father took
we will be thrown opinion in every vat in this place
every pitch of sound will be advice on how
as is this, in green.
relent
be free, however that means to be
with love and luck
white tiger brothers and sisters
every pitch of sound will be advice on how
as is this, in green.
relent
be free, however that means to be
with love and luck
white tiger brothers and sisters
Friday, January 22, 2010
nice guy. 415-400-9493
smiles like prizes,
you're a carnie today,
whose gesture entices,
hopes of more prizes to pay.
batting eyelashes,
and sky, knowing smiles,
coy unspoken dances,
which dropped for miles,
from giving heavens,
to fall in my favor,
like sevens and elevens,
its a smile to savor
cnr of green and columbus
you're a carnie today,
whose gesture entices,
hopes of more prizes to pay.
batting eyelashes,
and sky, knowing smiles,
coy unspoken dances,
which dropped for miles,
from giving heavens,
to fall in my favor,
like sevens and elevens,
its a smile to savor
cnr of green and columbus
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
my fares, lady?
wish chants and lists of manifesting paradise are let to the wind
and the seasonings will marinate
i watch over my shoulder at every movement
reacting to some wagtail scent
to be shy is to watch grass valley panners
and teeth reddened as the crane lake empties.
your eyes tell me words i may be mistranslating
as your steed leaves each dusk without looking back
and i create a chapter that you are timid and sweet
and a busy busy man
lonesome lunches are pathetic but the slow mastication
expectation nestles satiety of some sort
and the seasonings will marinate
i watch over my shoulder at every movement
reacting to some wagtail scent
to be shy is to watch grass valley panners
and teeth reddened as the crane lake empties.
your eyes tell me words i may be mistranslating
as your steed leaves each dusk without looking back
and i create a chapter that you are timid and sweet
and a busy busy man
lonesome lunches are pathetic but the slow mastication
expectation nestles satiety of some sort
key and chain
a song i have written for you:
about tattoos i refuse to reveal
about every thought that changes expression
torn open
wondering if the surfacing is healing, or simply surfacing.
i could describe the room unfolding every night
your favorite peace drying out by the wood stove
this may writhe you. this is just my mind floating outward
responding, yes?
where is free will? in my honest smile and love for you
or in the unfolded reality that isnt as i planned.
is this your plan in your power, in your dreams?
how will i return to you what you say you give
what you want for me in this frigid world
this is your song, my gift, for your gifts
it will soothe soon and i will see it for what it is
not how i respond to it.
blessed be.
about tattoos i refuse to reveal
about every thought that changes expression
torn open
wondering if the surfacing is healing, or simply surfacing.
i could describe the room unfolding every night
your favorite peace drying out by the wood stove
this may writhe you. this is just my mind floating outward
responding, yes?
where is free will? in my honest smile and love for you
or in the unfolded reality that isnt as i planned.
is this your plan in your power, in your dreams?
how will i return to you what you say you give
what you want for me in this frigid world
this is your song, my gift, for your gifts
it will soothe soon and i will see it for what it is
not how i respond to it.
blessed be.
cement kings lovin motha earth
the rains have brought wrappers and disintegrating tissue
to the steps
the broom is wet and in effect futile.
kaya ascends with me bending to scrape someone else's disregards from the pavement.
his red knitted beanie and crooked nose hold his smile.
he has been a patron of these streets for fifteen years
vernon keeps his heart company and shakes so tight
he could brake skin.
they fluff passing pets on leashes
and shiver-dance on Broadway until there is no one else to see
the do not starve. they smoke
to the steps
the broom is wet and in effect futile.
kaya ascends with me bending to scrape someone else's disregards from the pavement.
his red knitted beanie and crooked nose hold his smile.
he has been a patron of these streets for fifteen years
vernon keeps his heart company and shakes so tight
he could brake skin.
they fluff passing pets on leashes
and shiver-dance on Broadway until there is no one else to see
the do not starve. they smoke
playing god
how easy it would be to jump - the edge so sweet
a destiny i will violate
when i want it sometime, inconspicuous
a destiny i will violate
when i want it sometime, inconspicuous
loading and unloading
her hair was bleached strawberry
and her lips trembled.
vixen blazoned, tattooed across chest
and an eyebrow ring for bravery
her right eye swelled purple and her cornea shot blood
and her lips trembled.
vixen blazoned, tattooed across chest
and an eyebrow ring for bravery
her right eye swelled purple and her cornea shot blood
population 250
speed boats, trailered, without their hubs
coat with crackled leaved and crushed earth.
a coffee joint. tavern. scattered post boxes:
it is a silent heaven in madrone leaves
white in the dark.
morning hazes over the mountains; fog;
and pines pierce the veranda view.
bottle bury along the path
and truck parts lay rusting until the summer.
the tip jar overflows with crystallized cash
and the gas hardware store keeps business.
sunday swells and pours clearing evidence
the folks will look you in the eye
and strum stairway to heaven on the guitar
while you sip on coffee and wonder the day.
the garden swirls hiding roaches
coat with crackled leaved and crushed earth.
a coffee joint. tavern. scattered post boxes:
it is a silent heaven in madrone leaves
white in the dark.
morning hazes over the mountains; fog;
and pines pierce the veranda view.
bottle bury along the path
and truck parts lay rusting until the summer.
the tip jar overflows with crystallized cash
and the gas hardware store keeps business.
sunday swells and pours clearing evidence
the folks will look you in the eye
and strum stairway to heaven on the guitar
while you sip on coffee and wonder the day.
the garden swirls hiding roaches
looking for theatre
the city is cold on its own
colors link arms through every street
and the neon becomes normal.
beggars count their change for nuggets
and everyone has a job.
guitars are tuned and movies play till midnight.
sweet nothing come find me in the park
i am playing
it comes cross what is different here from anywhere else
the temporal tune keeps me hidden and new
i want to link eyes on the bus, on the street, the moon.
i keep porcelain
colors link arms through every street
and the neon becomes normal.
beggars count their change for nuggets
and everyone has a job.
guitars are tuned and movies play till midnight.
sweet nothing come find me in the park
i am playing
it comes cross what is different here from anywhere else
the temporal tune keeps me hidden and new
i want to link eyes on the bus, on the street, the moon.
i keep porcelain
amphibian
a red-nasal chef, adopted and repressed
with magical ideas of connection
sharpening his knives, giving up smoking
and his lost penny.
we cant remember his name dicing onions
waiting for the conversation to finish
hoping for life to start.
he disappears in the morning; my hangover remembers something
gregory jerks his umpteenth introduction
with a new paper doll each time: josefina likes to dance (his voice so sweet)
we swing her song about twinkling stars and falling bridges.
he speaks of maine and his journey in two years from now. now.
he will cry in excitement and smiles through rotting teeth.
we read about the boston fire from printed sheets
and he laughs anxiously.
his navy jacket hides him through holes.
who else is there to tell me stories?
look into my eyes for five minutes of my life
let me sleep through the night
and wear sweet perfume.
with magical ideas of connection
sharpening his knives, giving up smoking
and his lost penny.
we cant remember his name dicing onions
waiting for the conversation to finish
hoping for life to start.
he disappears in the morning; my hangover remembers something
gregory jerks his umpteenth introduction
with a new paper doll each time: josefina likes to dance (his voice so sweet)
we swing her song about twinkling stars and falling bridges.
he speaks of maine and his journey in two years from now. now.
he will cry in excitement and smiles through rotting teeth.
we read about the boston fire from printed sheets
and he laughs anxiously.
his navy jacket hides him through holes.
who else is there to tell me stories?
look into my eyes for five minutes of my life
let me sleep through the night
and wear sweet perfume.
haight
i saw you with the same newspaper i was reading but you were coloring it in, i was looking for a job. i heard you speaking french but you were angry.
the seniors meet in this thai place. i cant forget yellow corduroy, red velvet cap and striped rainbow sweater ordering the dish on the bottom item of the poster behind me.
im not there until he apologizes. he was there the moment i saw him or is this a game and am i waiting for you?
it is so colorful outside like topsy turvy school buses and fields of sunflowers. youre still reading the menu and walking across the street
watching the crepusculean sun rise through the city buildings
my neighbors dont care for the spinach in their teeth or their anxious habits: its easy to be paid for
the seniors meet in this thai place. i cant forget yellow corduroy, red velvet cap and striped rainbow sweater ordering the dish on the bottom item of the poster behind me.
im not there until he apologizes. he was there the moment i saw him or is this a game and am i waiting for you?
it is so colorful outside like topsy turvy school buses and fields of sunflowers. youre still reading the menu and walking across the street
watching the crepusculean sun rise through the city buildings
my neighbors dont care for the spinach in their teeth or their anxious habits: its easy to be paid for
what are you grateful for?
abounding river meandering through my memory soup. the candle, light, is generous and i cannot help but feed from moment's ceremony. gifts and wonders stream smiling gingerly offering, teaching. here there are eyes cherishing, touching and trusting what is truly thankful but the receptive offering into infinite focus. how can i help you? this picturesque life continues to follow me into magical forest where lights are shining and burning life alive.
04-01-10
why does the date matter
when it is a moment in time;
a moment to forget?
there is haze in the air
helping to forget fading magic.
peace, and people. and coffee
blend into hand-painted tables
and bumper-sticker walls
and i cannot recall how i got here.
the emollience has taken me nowhere
for a while now
and i know i never want to wake up
from this.
and is this sustainable
like the magic herb growers in oregon?
and is this safe
like my bed and my pillow
and my memories?
and where is the line
and you know this is true
and it can be anything you imagine.
every day has been a clear canvas
stroking inside and out of the lines
until i have painted you perfectly.
it is leather bound, all this is
and i will continue to check in with you
it hovers somewhere and syringes downward,
manifest,
each time, training and testing each time.
is there method in the involuntary madness?
i don't always draw hearts and flowers
and symbols
but i like those things, i do.
the walls are speckeled differently today
but he will sing the same songs
until i understand the lyrics
and the gathering of souls to witness
the truth of this meeting.
it has been long,
magnificent,
but long
and i send love to you dear friend
when it is a moment in time;
a moment to forget?
there is haze in the air
helping to forget fading magic.
peace, and people. and coffee
blend into hand-painted tables
and bumper-sticker walls
and i cannot recall how i got here.
the emollience has taken me nowhere
for a while now
and i know i never want to wake up
from this.
and is this sustainable
like the magic herb growers in oregon?
and is this safe
like my bed and my pillow
and my memories?
and where is the line
and you know this is true
and it can be anything you imagine.
every day has been a clear canvas
stroking inside and out of the lines
until i have painted you perfectly.
it is leather bound, all this is
and i will continue to check in with you
it hovers somewhere and syringes downward,
manifest,
each time, training and testing each time.
is there method in the involuntary madness?
i don't always draw hearts and flowers
and symbols
but i like those things, i do.
the walls are speckeled differently today
but he will sing the same songs
until i understand the lyrics
and the gathering of souls to witness
the truth of this meeting.
it has been long,
magnificent,
but long
and i send love to you dear friend
land of the free
told in the dews of morning
of a structure of liberty --
a code for creativity --
coloring between the lines.
but anything can exist in this language
numbered and capitalized
and all the thing needs is a thinker
and a paintbrush or someone who paints.
and on the last day, watch your children,
listening to the purrs in the sunlight.
it sets again, in the west it sets,
so turn eastward for the new day.
of a structure of liberty --
a code for creativity --
coloring between the lines.
but anything can exist in this language
numbered and capitalized
and all the thing needs is a thinker
and a paintbrush or someone who paints.
and on the last day, watch your children,
listening to the purrs in the sunlight.
it sets again, in the west it sets,
so turn eastward for the new day.
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