Ariadne's Thread

Delicate Belief

2010-10-29T05:59:00.001-07:00

live by the heart of wandering dream, to find the solace
the identity, waiting in the light for what it seems to be
the places of truth and being, that always drift on beyond
the corners of our thought, the candle lit fortunes
of the brazen and bold, color the waters of heartache
with a stale and oily sight, all by what is bright and lucid
in the world of dream, the glory to the god unknown
a presence to the world, to the fires, to the soul
control the destinies of our hearts, as we seek purer lands
i am beholden to the mystery, to the uncertainty of times
when locked in a prison, i am, confined by my own design
herald to the world i call, to bring me out of such wandering
to the dream of light and color, to the body of pearls and cream
a scene of flightful fancy, of delicate belief, all toward the heart
waiting inside of me

Dare

2010-10-28T09:07:00.001-07:00

dare to desire in the dream of the heart, when the heart is warm, the body cool, and all to the touch remains electric and still, moving through the pulses of the wills of each entwined, enveloped inside, by the sight, in passion's gaze, infinite colors, collapse and arise, raising the dream, mesmerized in the scene of two hearts, running, dancing through the waking dream, eyes to the sunrise burning outside, eclipsed by the halos of all that is seen, by light and in the thrill of darkness, abide by the sound of a union unfolding, in the hands, by the heart, where desire soothes, and weights bears down, on the wisdom and the truth, of desire's divinity, joined by two, unfurl, in the senses of scenes born anew

Oh My Heart

2010-09-18T09:13:00.000-07:00

I have lived a life of love and at 72, I still consider myself to be a hero who walks the ghost through the seven heavens of my heart. Though, often I find myself playing dead to this thought, hiding in the shapes and shadows, lost in all the sheets and old pillows of my youth. Tonight. Tonight is no different, for oh my heart, it sings and it cries. Speaking truths in the lullabies of laughter and sorrow. Slowly. In the moment before sleep, my eyes flash here and there. And around my room I spy rabbit holes. The veracious spirits of porcupines, dancing like Fred Astaire across the ceilings and walls as the lights outside grow and fade through my curtains tonight. I waltz along to the rhythm. Fading and shining in all the happiness and despair. The winds of change. The stagnation that still grows there in the darkest places of my heart. Surrounding me are the memories. The skulduggery that I often wonder what it is for, the lies and deceit that lays beside me in this bed of dreams. I gallantly pretend I ride a stolen horse. Onward, I gallop. A strong knight in the strongest night of dream. In the chain mail that glows and gleams. Racing around. In the shapes I describe as forests. In the shadows I see as monsters. I ride and I ride. A prophet. A warrior, who never waits that long to know where I am going to run to next. Onward I ride. Defeating the enemies. The monsters. The beasts. So called heroes of this magic land. Seeking fortunes. Seeking my pride. Though I still need a friend. A squire. A companion. In the loneliness, my identity is abandoned, and so I search the land for another to call my own. Calling out for Van Gogh’s dog to be my friend again. The animals and kin of men’s kindness, I crash into medieval thoughts that strip my mind bear. Cause a crescendo to swirl me up. To well up my body. To twist my shape. To bend my reason as my soul stutters, fall down, on to the ground before this dream. A hero lost. Gone too far. Lost in dream. Imagining himself too much to see, the truth before all in me, the very assassin that would strike me down.

Somehow I have lost a friend here. Lost a lover, who has moved on. To be another love. Of someone else far, far away. No one can see how much suffering is on my face. The face that always smiles when strangers pass on by. I wonder if someone has it in for me. Amid these tree-like shapes that stretch across as shadows and light in my dreams tonight.

I move on. Move downstairs. Out of the room of this forest. Out of the chain mail that held me in imagination for far too long. Too far gone. In these moments, I force myself to tell her so, so that she might know what I am here for after-all. In this call of dream and night. The shadows wander. Drift and find so many colors that have been lost in the ages of my mind. In a way, I am an undertaker to all the lies that I defeat myself with. The honest Joe I allow myself to be, no longer means that much to me, as I stand, stand, stand here before the mirror of my time. As if I knew the truth. What is means to find meaning, in the shinning of reason and season. A clarify I so often wish I could see before my very eyes. In the dusty motes of twilight. Behold. A reflection. A deception. A benediction to a tomorrow in me where I will once again shine in the knowledge that you’ve changed your mind again. Stayed with me. Lived with me. Loved me in the kind of life only a dreamer can ever truly dream.

Through these rhythmic dreams. Through this magic world. I find. I find. It’s so hot in here. Engulfed in the thoughts I have of you. I swing from high to deep. The pressure’s on. It builds. Building a dream to the thoughts and scenes of a day when we were together. The world spins. It shines. I want it to last forever, as if forever was simply a moment in my mind. Around me I sense a change. A change of color. A kaleidoscope of fury. Of beauty. Of emptiness. As suddenly it is 10 below. I know that I sound crazy. That I am crazy. I am lazy. That I am in between the morning, the dream, of nights that have come before, the morning after you were gone. I run toward the water. The waterfalls splashing around blue pastures. A lake. Oceans new inside these memories spent in a golden youth. I ask you to be my prayer. To forgive me for my honest pleasures. The pleasures I long to see, when all good boys have come home again. To a mother who is gold and true.

I make for the city. To a promised land. Promising not to look behind, only to search for truth onward. Forward. To the blue pastures combining to form the watering hole that nourishes my mind. A place where I might cleanse these thoughts. I run around when I hear my destiny calling. From behind the corners, these blind alleys I keep leading myself through.

Boom. Boom. The sound of my heart racing. I am born in frustration as I read all my letters, the words I have written in an attempt to ring the bells, to wake me from my death. With the best intentions, I’ve only alerted the five-o to this lullaby I sing for you now. I dream up a tomorrow where we can skin dive at the center of what drives us together. Say something, say something to me. Lead me through this dream. The thrumming. The strumming. The building of fires. The stirring of lies. Of lives. Of love. Lost somewhere out in the night. I hear you calling to me. To the Arabic agony that pieces these walls. Of my dream tonight. The boom. Boom, boom of my heart. The sounds. The semaphores. In these moments I ask. I plead. For you to sing to me to sleep with all the songs have gone before, that only you and I do know. In this place where, only the two of us remain here alone.

Out in this space. I am alone. I play dead to the thought. Make myself seem smaller than I am. I am not so strong. Waltzing along, this Alaskan Pipeline. A wilderness of cold. Of silence. The wisdom of my throat does not speak to me. It has abandoned me. I do not hear a sound. I stare at myself here. At the reflection of the waters. The frozen rivers. The icy seas. I see myself distorted. Reborn. I am an English beefcake. A comic. A fool. A lover, who uses love as a weapon. Who shatters hope, in the only place where hope could survive. I am getting away with it. I spread my love, to the senoritas, the Marias, the Mariannes, that have long since gone. So long. So long. There is no upside to this. I only move down. Down. For it is my heart that I miss. I am withdrawn. I am burned. I strip myself down, to the shirt of my birth. I am not ready for the uprising that builds inside. I must keep pushing on, for there are so many ways for me to move on from here. To seek guidance in another day. To find another way. To make all that I have done, go away, so that I might see you once again.

To greet you. To meet you for the first time. Who are you? To discover you again. I would be on top of the world. Lifted up by the bubbles that foam and froth. In the beauty of delight. A summer’s song with no end in sight. I am pleased to meet you here. Please to find you anew. Lost in the dreams, in the days, where I turn the pages, on the days of our youth.

As the days pass. As the years float on by. Sometimes, I too, want to fill up with stories of monsters, of heroes, of men. Find simplicity in the stories of the ages. The stories of old. The stories that drift, grow strong, but never become bold enough to wash away all my troubles. To wash away all the years. To make me forget. To make me find you again. Searching endless. Onward. Hanging on to memories. Hanging on to you. No more. For now, I find, I just wanting to go on home. To sit down. Have some coffee and some toast. Sitting in the chair. By the table. Waiting for you to come home at last. To see your smile. To hear your laugh. And for you, to lose control, with me again. In the ghosts of our past. In the ghosts of our youth. Let me be your next lover. Let me be your song. Oh my heart yearns for you, as I move on through the years, continually searching for our truth.

Devil Inside

2010-05-08T08:10:00.000-07:00

when the wilder walks in the forests of green
the transient color to the sights i've seen
in truth, the devil beware
to the shadows that mix with the light in the air
in these sights, in these sounds
i seek my fortunes, in the world outside these beliefs
and as i walk, in the chaos of these dreams
the wildest moments in me, wakes to the unrest, which gleams
by the chorus of song
sounds, seeking a place, amid the trees, where my soul belongs
i raise my head up on high
to grow, to know, to flow
in the rhyme eternal, the hum on the horizon still
for a moment, all connects and shines
then in a flicker, seems to burn right out
to fade, as the day reaches its end
i move through these thoughts, this dream of our days
in a moment, long past today, as tomorrow is the glory of unknowns
that my mind yearns to know, and so i continue to float
to glide, high up on high in the tree tops of my mind
on this very night, as light is turned away
and i, seeking such fortune, as fortune is to be found
in the wildest of colors, that swim in the air all around
as i let go, feel the flow, I close my eyes, and I do know
that i will see tomorrow yet in me
before the day has gone from the world i see
for in this life, is in this flight
i shall be found, in the shadow's arm that are outstretched
on the ground below, in the wildest forests, scattered in dream
all comes together, in the devilish thoughts in me

In Waters Loss

2010-05-07T14:37:00.001-07:00

Down by the water fell
the dreams of fear
the dreams of loss
i lose myself in dreams like this
the nightmares, the sweats
in childhood's breast
engulfed in a moment that swirls and swells
swimming around, In the water drown
Down, down, down you go
deep inside the waves, in the water's well
shedding, in the tears of losing my brother
my finger slip on the water's lip
drip drip, the sounds do pound
in my head, as the waters surround
i watch on, as the weight of death is pulling you down
down to the bottomless bed to sleep and sleep
on and on, down by the waters grip
as dreams do drift into another day
when this memory is washed away
by the colors, the stains, of the blood
from my finger tips, rip
searching, to find reason, where no reason is found
in the death by the waters edge
the knife that cuts, and slips from the ledge
high on the counter top, cutting
cutting, slicing you down the middle
the center, while the waters run, the blood is done
drained from your body, the waters remember
the color of today, as the truth of the dream
is swept away, in the tides and the highs
of another day gone by
all does remain here still, in these dreams
by the dam in the picnic of my screams
that silence always tortures, in the quiet of our dreams
though the sounds still haunts me now
even as i turn the page of another year
still now, i see myself, as i was then, lost in the waters of a dream
the loss of my brother, from the world wanting to be
i know, somewhere, my brother still is missing
when once, he lived deep inside of me

Ageless Season

2010-04-05T12:45:00.000-07:00

seeking the heart by the edge of reason
as my thoughts drift in and out
slowly through scenes, of the romance with the ages
in the time at time in hand
by a walk, by a dance in the dark
a smile, a laugh, beneath the dream
where everything took place
in an instant, today, now all is replaced by the day anew
though my heart still wanders, as if the emotions still bloomed
and as the reflection of a day long past yesterday
stares back at me, here, by the water's edge in me
i take such grace from the memory
that for now, is full, pregnant with the idea
with the love i felt for you, when all others knew
little of the truth that seems to stretch out
reach, touch, only us

it is the time of time again, where lovers respond
to the world, to the world's fascination
a call in tune, by the time of a moment which still fills
me with the spring of life, all by lover's end
in the mingling strife that knows to send
each lover off in different directions
to no longer know, the romance, in the ages
as we danced on forever, in this moment
where fingers clasped, where bodies entwined
all by the time where time was at hand
to give us these thoughts, to grant us passage
to deeper stations, shadows and shapes
by a lovers' grace, i know all she was
all that i longed to be, in this ageless season
that still can be found, deep inside of me

Waters Dry

2010-03-19T07:19:00.000-07:00

from the march of the ocean, through the dance of the day
the waters are enshrined, in all the words that i say
my heart is humble, my heart full and wide
through every moment i speak, through each and every divide
in this place, i do see, the divine tide of harmony and bliss
which seeks to remove all i find, in this moment of our time
all thought and memory, the weight of pain
the failed doubt that always comes back again
when all shadows seem lost, when each moment seems blue
wrapped inside the heartache, of yesterday's youth
i cannot see, by the waters that run on edge
to the shores of morning, to the coast of another day
when happiness was a beauty, and the thoughts of you
were far, far away, but as the waters run, the colors collide
breathe deep, relax, and release a moment, as ever was a sigh
in a sound, that through the wind, carries on with me
through the cities and streets, where once i knew your name
a confluence of magic and despair, in these waters
where no one ever dares, to call out your name
or to sing the words of love ever, to you once again
it is this place where the oceans march on
the tides that side with truth, the waters that run in the youth
of days and days on end, in the hours as waves
rolling on by, past tomorrow, to a place where even truth does, run dry

One More Moment

2010-03-12T12:57:00.000-08:00

the divinity of beauty comes to me
the warning of truce, bellies the heart
to seek meaning, from meaning not gathered in reason or experience
i wander though these walls
through the heartache and lament
from the knowing that is spent
wondering just where it is all meant to be
from a truth that i cannot see
for my heart simply wants to ride
this pulse as a dance, only to see myself neglect
the obvious identity that is written here
right before me, there is no subtle way to say
what grace from your eyes traces around all that is found
when the light races from the skies tonight
the soft moonlight glows in your smile
and all the guile, the walls built therein
simply melt away, in the thought of a day
spent with you, and as i fall back
into the trance of the heart
beating the rhymes, which now
allow me to ride the dreams all through the world
in this world, now, which seems to be, just a thought outside
the world in me, has now come alive, in my mind
my dreams, in this moment with you tonight
for the truth, in this dance of soul
i take what is given to me, the calm of peace
the warmth of the moment, though there is still a certainty
therein, which pushes the distance, back, in front of me
and though my heart does not want to see
i must force my eyes upon
as the sight in my own heart longs to remain
right here with you tonight, i must live the dreams
and taste the moment as i can, yet, when the moment brings
me back to the truth, full and bright
in my eyes tonight, i must look on
past your gaze, in my dreams tonight
seeking the wisdom no more, for all that is seen
is still left unsaid, in my heart
my world, that i lived with you, for just one night

Just This Way

2010-03-05T08:22:00.000-08:00

to me, the world is enveloped in shades of green
the color of a morning new
wrapped in the truth i see, by the color found in you
and as i awaken, the shades i see are set in the spring of youth
a youth, a place, where my soul does wander
in the wonder, of all life's golden dream
the memory does glimmer, by all that does seem
to be revealed, in the shimmering meaning
of color and form, before my eyes, the smile
the warm laughter, of your eyes, does see in me
the beauty before the world, all is a reflection
a moment, that does surround, in the waters
of oceans green, a color that cleanses in waves of blue
to all the thoughts that hold the truth, to me, the world is
but a moment in these dreams, i have
and such in you, is your smile, the pleasant laughter
of a day come to a close, with your arms snug around me
your heart, next to me now, as we drift on, outward
by the gaze still turned inward, wrapped in one another's embrace
in the space and time of our heart's one true dream
all does seem, just as our eyes do see, to be
as the shades of green in spring's grace today
by the warmth of truth, and in a love, that always will remain
in our hearts just this way

Before Your Eyes

2010-03-05T07:52:00.000-08:00

follow your heart to your dream
in the moment when the truth always does mean
exactly what is seen, right here, before your eyes

A Last Goodbye

2010-01-21T17:34:00.001-08:00

There is always a sigh
i don't want to see him
i don't want to see him
There is always a sigh when ever she sees me
She sees me, then, a breath, to take in the moment
to gather strength, to wait, then say to "hi"
i don't want to see him
i don't want to see him
to say hello, to be pleasant, to say the words
to say the words
don't let him see me
don't let him see me
the years spent together
now resigned to moments like this
i don't want to see him
i don't want to see him
in this moment, now, i know she knows
she has to see me
i can feel her take a breath in, a sigh
open up, gather strength, bunker down
i don't want to
i don't want to
a breath, a sigh, the moment strained on these words inside
i want to see her
i want to see her
her sweet face, her sweet eyes
i don't want to see him
i don't want to see him
she is there, i see her, but she doesn't see me
i can turn away, save her the moment
save her the breath
i don't want to see him
i don't want to see him
i can turn away, leave, let her pass on by
her sweet face caught in my dream
her sweet breath lost in the scene
i don't want to pass her by
i don't want to pass her by
but i do, so the world can release
and hold its breath, to wait, for another time
to say one last, goodbye

Between

2009-12-19T13:07:00.001-08:00

there are faces, between the hours
the moments spent here, clinging to the truth of a day
the seconds before, life slips away
from the fingers, the clutch, grasped tight
as the heart races, beats, fast, drawn, death is near
in the edge, by the precipice of the ledge
feet, slipping, the will, still standing, in the blood, the sweat
tears, from the eyes, a pleading no longer in the desire
for life, but a quick end, by silence, in the fall
before the weight carries you away, into an endless day
between the horns of memory, and the fascination of dream
let your body drop quickly,as these thoughts hold you tight
your fingers, release, your body in full flight
and there is no other sound, no sight on your way down
as world, waits, listens, for your body, to hit the cold hard ground

Whispers in the Winter

2009-12-13T07:09:00.000-08:00

the wind it whispers in cold winter time
an ancient rhythm that knows the rhyme
a pattern, a song, that shares its secrets with those who hear
the call, the glory, the fall before the year
which turns and slides, around the corners of our mind
the beauty of silence, the serenity in calm
all belongs in a winter's cold, beholden in its arms
revealed now to the world we know, the world fresh and deep
in a newly fallen snow, that covers the world
the mind, the heart, with whispers and secrets
that warmth the part of us all that simply longs to end
the running, the rolling, the evidence never sent
that would clear our conscious, clear our soul
of the weight of knowing, all that we know
for the window in the winter, spills over our time
speaking of a truth, that only its secrets can unwind

Moon and Night

2009-12-09T05:19:00.000-08:00

upon your face, awakes the moon and night
the dark embers of twilight, burning in the fires of your eyes
the brown warmth of sunrise, alive in the stars, tonight
a contrast, where the coolness of the moon, brings the compassion to reason
the season to belief, a change in the stillness, of dreaming
by the time where waters wash, cleanse, where the world drives
and gives birth to the endless night, that belongs only where we wake
and stare into one another's eyes, the mask of night but a disguise
for the morning, and all her color, splendor, for the moon
cool, and new, warms with a blue kiss, of starry night
edging tomorrow, in the span of the light that lingers
as you pass from shadow to dream, the warmth of magic's whispers
in the thoughts the gleam in the moonlight, that sparkle in the daylight
timeless time as ending before the winding fever of the day begins
to seek, all the pleasures rolling, running so deep in our fingers clasp
the secret sights of endless nights belonging, forever, in the thoughts of our minds
the moon and sky hunger for your sight, a vision endless in the dark twilight
for the fever still holds me true, before the day and night run through
as you smile, and hold such beauty in the breath of the night
and by the day, i wake to find, all the dream still alive, forever in these thoughts
etched deep, into moon's lasting twilight

Defense

2009-12-08T14:36:00.000-08:00

in the defense of time, for the seconds that wind
and brings to an end, all the moments that i thought would last
forever, and ever, in the eternal spring of the moment
i saw your face, the racing through the colors
the shapes, the shadows of today and tomorrow
with you, all in one, was one, for two
the smell, the taste, these thoughts of you still linger here
as time crumbles, fades with age, the face of forgiveness
long and worn, by the scent of reason, that can no longer find
a place to call its own, for in time
the hours pass, the seasons last
only for a moment of time's eternal breath
i see the leaves fall, the winter's wall, and spring and summer blend
into a sea of misery, for me, today, i do walk through these memories
of you, of me, the waves of water wash, and cleanse the heart to be
more than i could have ever imagined
when i saw you for the last time
in the moments of rhyme, lost here, in the seconds past
these shadows of time, that wake with the sun, change the color
the shape, the face of tomorrow, i see you no longer
for my heart has moved on, in this moment of time
that comes to an end, it is your heart, that i can no longer defend

Binding

2009-12-06T15:54:00.000-08:00

when time in chance, through fiery eyes
dances by the witness, in a vision of light so free
twirling upward, in the spirals that wake, and tempt the stars
from the horizon on which they see
all the color, in you and in me, in this moment the fires
leave the grace, in heavens, alive
for the passion that rises with a temptation of touch
that walks with us, in the shadow and light
through sun and earth, moon and sky
the fires keep us alive, burning here together, tonight
for when we walk, we dream of life
beyond these borders, beyond the corners of our minds
past all rivers, through all seas, into an ocean inside you and me
for the patience of the waters, washing over our bodies
in life, rock us, move us, for where we come, and unite as one
in the moment, of our hearts, in the seconds of our eyes
all is one, binding with fire, through the moments
we see, when we look into one another's eyes
the chance in heaven, taken
to pass its gates, see the glory, the witness, in the clouds
and streams of another sunrise, that is one in truth
united in youth, the angels and demons, gather here tonight
to feel the fires roaring, to see the waters quenching
our thirst, on this very night, for the shadows and light
do dance across your face, a reflection of color
mirrored in the stars, as they wait endlessly here
for the spring of daylight, to dance across your face
to twirl across the sky, all is witness to truth, in these moments of fire and twilight

Yellow Fields

2009-10-26T10:02:00.001-07:00

find me by the rivers, the dell of morning
where the yellow fields are born into light of the day
the frost from the ground, deepens the hue
glistening, in the dawn, traveling through a cool afternoon
the light dances with me, the waters running
close by, i hear the movement, the pace of the time
that penetrates my mind, and gives me new reason
to seek forth on this day
i stretch out my hands, my fingers to the moment
a place now, where i can no longer feel, for the light in this hour
is driving me onward
past these thoughts that linger in the days of you
in this yellow mist
of afternoon's breathe, the day is moving
changing, with the season, the fall of leaves
is giving reason for me to believe that there is more
than the sadness i feel, more than the loneliness of the wheels
that have been traveling through me, grinding in metal and blue
on this day, i take this light, in the arms of my sight
my fingers reach, outstretched, and dissolve into the cool sunlight
my thoughts, my memories, find
to a place, an instant, where i belong, in the silence of sound
a quiet that envelopes me in this hour, on this day at hand
all others may chose to weep, but not i
for discovery is in the sands of this time
falling, slipping away, as my awareness
shall last past this day, into tomorrow
next week, for all life, in time, the candles are lit
in the trees tonight, for the memory of the yellow glow
still holds this forest true, despite the memory
that still lingers
in my heart still roaming through these thoughts of you

One True Heart

2009-10-25T07:08:00.001-07:00

it is here, i would take my heart
here, i would watch the world, fall apart
the might of the winds, the corners of the seas
fallen, belonging no more to the weight
the change, the ways of life
that people always live, not knowing
never questioning, just moving on
past the days, in the hours, laughing
singing, the merriment of centuries wrapped inside
warm, snuggling with soft delight
in a light of morning, in a light smitten by the dawn
whose image sees, but never reveals
the truth of what each of us feels
i want to move past, on into the sea
the waters that roll, move forth
from the clouds in the heavens
to the oceans on this earth
see what my eyes can see, and in blinds, see some more
past the edge of time, in the infinity of another's rhyme
beauty entwined, not with guile, but only release
in the heat of a presence, that my senses taste
with every open breath, on their lips
the water is drenched, and i move on through
continuing on, with all in you, that we could ever see
not with laughter, not with warmth, and true beauty of memory
i know the face of your soul, the way to seek passage
into this world i know, but your body is lost
somewhere on this earth, somewhere in the fields
of industry and decay
i must hold my breath, for one day i shall see
the color of change, washing over me
somewhere here, i know i belong
in the ways of beauty, and the honesty of our heart's
one true song

Spaces of Dream

2009-10-24T15:28:00.000-07:00

in the trance of life in dream
i wander to the place
where all but seems
to drift away, in the space of an hour
off, to a point, that races on
onward, somewhere, where it cannot be seen
not by me, as i dance
in the mirror of this scene
that reflects forgiveness
that speaks to give us
guidance, so that we might follow
off, into space, the twilight of stars
burning bright, growing closer
as we take the night
from all the world of fear
that still holds us here, firmly on the ground
i am found in this longing
the reasons, on the edge of time
that pushes me past, the streets
that still do not know, my name
in the names of kings, of thieves
the parallels running, into the thought of a dream
a place, a point, where the space is returned, back into me
through a trance, that awakens, and becomes all that i see
here, with my eyes, for no more surprise
as a smile is a day, that truth witnessed as i belong
to the echo of song, far off, in distant memory
for she is by tomorrow, in tomorrow, the space
of reason, the chance of season, that melts a day
far from the heights, that once rose this way
here inside, this trance i am found, dancing alone
in this dark and lonely place, in the spaces of a dream

Days Gone By

2009-10-23T08:07:00.001-07:00

in the days gone by
the life, the dreams
the reasons lie full beside
my heart, in ways
that are often unseen
by you or by me
in the color that drifts
or solemny swifts
running down by the stream
where you and i once lived
in the hollow, calling tomorrow
such words, that are seldom heard
in this place of peace, of quiet
of dream, inside, i feel what seems to be forever
walking beside, the moment in my head
i no longer see, and often
no longer can feel, what is right
what is wrong, what is truth
i long for a place that i belong
to fill myself full of laughter
to drink until, this thirst is quenched
in the rivers of romance, red and warm
a color to the taste of morning
as the sun rises in the east, bringing with it
a day full of peace, that drenches us with cool
thoughts, of years we have yet to see
together, running through these thoughts of you and me
i am blind by the light of these sights
for i cannot see what is left
of your face, that burns in the race of the day
are you here with me now? or waiting for me
in some other way, that my journey will find
someday, one day, alone, with you, i know our hearts
will speak a truth, and know the moments together
that at last, will piece together, the years of blindness
the days unseen, only here with you
as we both wake from this dream

Transform

2009-10-22T06:44:00.000-07:00

enter the world of dream
the proximity to me
seems to be, lost in
the bellows, the annals, that travel
downward, into time, around the seconds
that beat, when my heart, it sees
the sight of rhyme, in a world i once knew
in this world of thought, the life that it builds
slowly falls apart, as we seek reason before truth
ideas lost in our youth, a world of such fascination
not seen in the eye, not described by words
as the day passes us by, though the moments are not gone
the heart seeks a passage, into a traveling soul
a companion, to merge, to seek for reason
but not to find, the glory of a world, that cannot be seen
with the naked eye, only felt with a heart
only felt in the death, of all we know
a birth of tomorrow, that remembers nothing of today
those thoughts of love, passing away
as we walk from silence, into the screaming world outside
inside, i live in dream, hold fast to the ideas
the beauty that thrives in the memory of dream
where you and i can be, inside, all that lives in the sea
the waters cool, refreshed, undulate, i take one last breathe
before i return to my body, the physical world, that still holds me fast
in the possession, of some lost resurrection
that transformed energy, roaming free, into the body i see
when i look at the world, outside of you and of me

A World in Slumber

2009-10-17T19:31:00.001-07:00

to the world, to the world in slumber
i ask you wake, awake from dream
listen to me, with patient ears
see me, with patient eyes
hear the thoughts, the madness
the screams on this night
hear me, as i tumble through these feelings
the reasons, that keep me moving
i have got to move on, find a truth
a place where it all belongs
to rest, to dress myself with the morning
of a day, new and clean, the meaning
has yet to be seen, by my eyes
by the tears, as i cry, here, tonight
the loneliness seems to me
more than my body, can carry with these
thoughts, these hours, the tired movement
that stills by the breath of this night
i am scared, and full of fright
for the moment to come, it all comes too soon
for me to sort through these dreams
that wake me from sleep, only to keep me
from the identity that seeks to bring me out of this place
the hollow scene, replaced with supple, fruitful
dream, of song, the holiness that beckons to cleanse
grant forgiveness, so all that mends, here, on this night
i am but a child, speaking, as you listen
listen to me, waking from sleep, hoping to keep
just one more night for me, as the world spins
spinning, it is all i can see, beneath that part of sleep
that keeps me connected, to this world inside of me

The Ways in Blindness

2009-10-08T08:26:00.001-07:00

it where the blindness falls on me
the whispers, the glows of light
that trickle through the day and on into the night
i believe that a way is a way through
only to see that madness and darkness build and ensue
through the breaking color, through the breaking wave
of love, death, rebirth, the trend of forever beating
on the ends of time, waiting for a reason
to call an end to the line, of such fascination
that yields before us, where the twilight fades
and resurrections bathes us with warmth and solace
i am not here, nor there, in blindness
by the sections of the earth i have yet to see
or feel, between my fingers pulse
i hold on to you, the thoughts, the memories
the weights and pressures, of your skin moving on mine
a belief in such wonder, a reason for the day
just to say your name, just to say, i will
and follow you through these hours, through these moments
where weeks on end to months, no way has my heart gone
and fallen over again, not now, not this time
as the darkness still reaches
i feel her grasp on my heart at night
as i wander through this wonder, as i dance through the day
my heart skipping, leaving trails of memories behind me
just in case i lose my way, i can find my way back home
back to the beginning, in chance of reason
where blindness in my sight lets me see
all these trails left waiving, wandering, both behind, and in front of me

Strangers

2009-09-28T07:10:00.001-07:00

a stranger in time, meets the world
through eyes seeking, in the years of a rhyme
a dance that has been spent
seven past seven, a million other
for a reason left unsaid
once, in the day i spoke a truth
in the darkness, before the pain of my youth
in a death, in a cry, a hundred others
i found myself alive
in the days before my sleep
endless, eternal, waiting for the light
to come wake me from this dream
i walked forever, in the weight of the hour
spinning, dreaming, thinking of you
wandering through such fascination
through beginning and of end
in these moments
time stood on its side, and was flipped over again
down the hill it rolled, it raged
the seconds coming unglued
in my head, on its end
just to see your face again
from in the flower, the birth of spring
of reason, in the hour
i saw it all waiting for me
as i came down tumbling all over again
in the seconds, in the world
melting in the warmth of my words
as the sun came out again to greet me
with the memory of how it was
when this dream had just begun to see
life past seven, and the strangers we were destined to be

Again

2009-09-22T17:09:00.001-07:00

what beauty says to me
when the world is cold, and the miles in my heart
are spilled upon the road ahead, without a word
in the endless searches, that all have gone
yet somehow, when all is found, i find
the romance, is wrong
and there is nothing left to say, but witness
the events unfold, before my very eyes
if i were a bystander, to a dream, inside a world
i see all that is in me, beside me
the colors, the shapes
the twists and turns of a story untold
i see it all, live it all, as a curse to a witness
in the birth of madness itself, nothing to do
but watch the days, the years, unable to change
the fate of the race, that changes my heart in tune
a song of the dream, a sound in a memory
that all that is left of me, in standing here before me
a shadow, a whisper, nothing more left to give her
so i drift away, through the cracks, the creases
slipping, sliding down
falling, falling, back into the dream
down into the depths of a place where
another world begins
somewhere here, as i regain my senses
and i see someone fighting
fighting to find the moment
where it starts all over again
it is here, i see myself, fighting, just to find myself again

Amber Glow

2009-09-04T05:25:00.001-07:00

i take the heart to wonder, the wonder in you
which falls so softly, on the ground
from the heavens to the earth
i am bound, by the color in your eyes
the truth as witness, that grows, fertile
i am alive, in the sounds of thunder
growing in the distance, electric in the air
the wild fascination, that flows through your hair
a kiss, on the weeks of waiting
wanting, to touch, by the birth of all
that inside, i am alive, to the wonder
to the feeling, that burns inside, on the days spent
dreaming of a kiss, on the lips, so sweet to the taste
as the amber melts, from your eyes
tinted in the soft glow of a morning's sunrise
i walk with the day, wake to the hour that the smell of your skin
cleanses my dream, and begins to know
all in me, the waves, the minutes, that wash over us
as we are entwined in this moment, for i am you
you are me, in this embrace of ecstasy

Penetration

2009-09-02T15:56:00.000-07:00

the penetration, through the eyes
tracing the moments that you have
come alive, in the deepest sigh
a satisfaction, wise, with a darker complexion
a hue, that rises in the night
that breaks the day, with a color
of words, unseen, in the gentle flavor
of a kiss, rosemary on the lips, that breathe
a tenderness, a forgiveness for all the pain
that was felt in a world, of dream
now all, coalesces, combined, in the blue of a midnight sky
i drive myself through, the uncertain world, that is so new
with the fleeting moment, that grips me now
the color in your eyes, a ocean of tides
crashing down, in the waves that soothe
undulate, and pull me down to the bottom
then bring me back up to the top, in f flood
a rush to the heart, for the air, it is the air
i need to breathe, in the world, that escapes me now
as you leave this place, this truth behind, the color of your heart
speaks its mind, and i see forever, for a moment
here, in the penetrating stare, when i look into your eyes

Only in the Night

2009-09-01T17:34:00.000-07:00

it is only by the night that i say to you now
with all the words that have been stolen from the day
let the pain, come slowly, then drift away
leave me here, naked, alone
in the midst of twilight, falling
down, i want to know just where i belong
in this night, on this night
where i wander through, the memories of you
hidden in the stars, a world that has gone, too far away
for me to reach, here out, drifting on my own
in the streets, walking, in the paths, talking
to no one, to everyone, to anyone that passed on by
as i stroll this this night, it is only the words
that i have to say, that will make you come back one day
see me, hold me, speak to me again
as the world spins, i know not where the day begins
to wipe the darkness from my sight
to wash the sadness in the light
and give me new life to say, to find these words
that will bring back the day, from this night i see in you
only the words i say, will speak the truth i knew
when i looked into your eyes, somewhere, in the cradle of this night

One Thousand Riddles

2009-08-24T18:52:00.001-07:00

have we danced a thousand riddles?
seen a thousand dawns?
the yarn of forever, weaving
a place we can call home
this place, itself, spun from a hundred different dreams
dreams of madness, of kindness
of reason, of song
the birth of man finds me near
finds me in the face of the divine
a holy presence, that unwinds my body
unfurls my thought
unveiling the cost of it all
the price we all must pay
here, on the day that a smile torn down a mountain
where a breath, blew down the world
a world of ideas, of presence, of doubt
and as i stare outside, gaze at the world around me
i find nothing inside these eyes, nothing i can speak of truth
so where shall i be? where do i belong?
when all love is gone, the truth of man giving such meaning
to the pain of an endless wound, bleeding
forever, in the forest of hurt
planted in the dirt of longing
of seeing, where the waves of tomorrow
ripple, undulate, seem fascinated by a time
at times, no end, inside a moment
that has yet to begin
from the whirlwind of dream, here, sleeping
in the palm of my hand
i raise no flag here, call no triumph my own
but i long for tomorrow, long for forever, for the words of grace
to show me the face of morning, that shall cast no shadow
on the dawn of some long forgotten sorrow
a morning, that may bring in, the sounds of forever
the sounds of eternal flight, not begging for forgiveness
before the sun sets at night

Only Where Dreams Were Meant to Be

2009-08-22T20:41:00.000-07:00

on the weight of the day
inside the eyes, that speak to me with a grace
that is only found, in another's dream
before i move through you, the ways you move
in the sun's ever present gaze
i shift through, the oceans of blue
that rest in the breath of morning's dew
in the dawn, where i am renewed
to find the waves of light, passing through the grace
that is your heart, on pulse of a dream
no one can seem to give you, anything but a kiss
on your cheek, when all has gone
and the tears are full, your soul does weep
and i sit on the death of a day
now, as the night follows with you
in the midnight hour, before the entire world has retired
from all it has seen, all that has been spent
i take what is left, left from my pocket
in these dreams tonight, and give it to the grace
that from your eyes, i see, in the veiled moonlight
all has gone, but for some fading memory
remaining here, hidden
wrapped inside, the days that have yet to wake, to find
all the color of dream, waiting for you and me
on another day, perhaps we shall find, this color
this laughter, yes, perhaps on another day , we shall see
all this truth, that waits, in a place, that only our dreams
were meant to be

Tumbling through the ages

2009-06-22T14:54:00.001-07:00

tumbling through, the ages in you
the youth, in your beauty, serene
to a forest, emerald and green
the verdant colors, of life and divine
in these thoughts, the warmth reminds me
of all the truth, my soul as sought, in the years
spent, drifting, melting away
watching the truth, slip from the day
my fingers, never held firm, by the color
and shade, that shimmers in the light
now returns, and glistens, where the days now
give me strength, to this, i am known
in the timeless time, of moments yet unwound
i am beholden to your beauty, a whisper
a shadow, the browns, that run down your hair
the amber reflection, to youth, is a direction
toward the place where your smile awakens
in the breathe of dawn, it is these moments
the bronze of certainty, renewing my faith
in a world without end, without borders to contain
the pain, that so often rains, it is the color found
in your eyes, that makes life worthwhile
the gold, the silver, the colors that are always known
to sparkle, in the day, when all have run away
lost, far off, distant, in some long forgotten place
where only you and i are found, in the mist of morning
in the midst of one another's arms, all is beauty
all is quiet, and in our smiles, we find, that it is here
we belong

In Blue I Wonder

2009-06-19T19:30:00.000-07:00

so where i wonder, i wander
into the remains of memory
scattered here, in the corners of my mind
i follow you, the shadows, the shapes
that bend, then erase, the very hope
that had begun to fly, from my heart
on this very night

back and forth, into you, away from you
the dance of angels, the embrace of devils
warm, cool, playing the fool for you
in the laughter, the slumber, of a warm summer day
dry, in the eye of the hearth that breaks for us
wraps us around, the timeless song
of sweetness, it is here i belong, to the waves
the waters, running beneath the world, i know

blue, in the wonder, the great wide escape
played for the hours, played for the way you
smile, inside the memory, caring, like a child
whose only world, is right before your very eyes
all the thoughts, all the dreams, they do penetrate here
in the remnants, the vestiges, a trace from one day to the next
in some far off place, now gone, now, it is here that i do belong
to hope, to the waves and oceans, the tides of sleep
that break the sadness, before i weep, and in the hour
i spend every minute, wondering, wandering through
each and every memory of you, that i see before my eyes
in a spectacle of hope, in an hour of dream
your love was more than what it seemed to be, in me
and now on through, the hour that speaks, and calls out your name
i no longer can remain, before the thought
inside the dream, that caught me here, in this moment
as i drift off to sleep

Universe of Tide

2009-06-15T14:45:00.001-07:00

all but a dream
in the universe of tides
undulating inside, the days and weeks
where i see, moments of truth, passing me by
in the willow of surprise, that grows green
as the waves of blue, pull me through
the day, that seems to change, with each passing moment
each passing breath
where color fades, then returns so bright, in these memories of you
i no longer can see, but feel the light surround
the emeralds, the azures, the froth and the dew
all, tickle my skin, and wake me from dream
in a universe unseen, though the colors felt
upon my skin, the green with its veins, pulses through my life
and the blues, dance with me in truth
all the while, the warmth of the world
is felt, and now explored, by the sense of touch
reason, understanding the season, as she dives in
lets the water fill her, saturate her body, come alive
with the moments i am here, burning with desire
watching you now, with thought, my fingers outstretched, inside a memory
of the rains, the days, passing us by
the shapes and shadows, from the surface descend
as eerie a reflection, to my world, that has now, come to an end
in the universe wide open, here, in the memory that passes me by
in a whisper and cry, here now, watching you, leaving my side
just as the oceans, reach out, and wash away their tide

Infinity's Dream

2009-06-12T16:35:00.001-07:00

side step the infinity of dream, where the uselessness of folly
brings more than it seems, to meet, the eye
naked, in its desire, here the fires reach before you
consume you, the fame and the weight, that brings you tumbling down
hard, to the ground, there is nothing left, but the deceit
that leaves you hungry, empty, wanting more to come back into
the fold of your dreams, surrender all, to the devil in hand
become, the lie, in the eye of midnight, the victims' cries
from the skies, blackened, are born with light when the stars heaven
descend upon, and in your parade, you will be seen
in the challenge of being, for there is no more of you to be had
no more to give, in a bargain, so you might continue to live
in the spotlight, veiled in the belief, that you were beautiful
that you were serene, close your eyes, and conjure up this dream once again
for when you open your eyes, you will be the only left to live this lie
only left to be, in this infinity, spinning inside your dream

Eternity Winds the Clock

2009-06-11T16:23:00.001-07:00

eternity winds the clock on our time tonight
from the breath of twilight, stretching across the land
to the morning's awakening, here, before the sands reach their end
all is movement and static as the colors that spread themselves across our bodies
from shadows to reds, in these moments in our bed
while eternity walks with us , there are no ways
to release, the seconds from our sight, as we gaze onward
until tomorrow's heart, our beauty rests in a place
that never can be torn apart
our bodies unwind in the presence of the movement
between our eyes, we climb, the fortune pulls itself toward
our beauty in this rhyme, forever is but a whisper
forever, is only a thought, as we drift in and out
back and forth, down to the earth, that feels so cool
on our skin, then warms, in the pleasure of our sin
a sin that washes, a sin that cleanses, soothes, all through the years
all the while, making us warm, in this pleasure tonight
eternal are the clocks that pass, the time, from one hand on
to the next, in the breath, i take this thought, swirl it in my mouth
the moistness, soaked in dream, a dream that brings me closer, closer in you
toward the minute, when we will release, all the colors that have dressed
our minds in this world tonight, eternity moves us on
in these hours now, just as the clock
rests its hands on us, so do the sounds of passion that will forever be
when ever we let ourselves fall back, into this time, eternity will catch us
and bring us back into the rhyme, of movement, of shadow
of the promises we spoke, as eternity rested, in our souls on that night

Heart of Memory

2009-06-10T14:48:00.000-07:00

while we dance in the heart of memory
while the sweetness still hovers close
i shall spend these moments laughing
loving, in the timeless flight of the highs and lows
that are my life, the hungry and the satiated
the angry and the sad, walking the ghost through the alleyways
to the streets on this night, i wander, wonder where i will come out
if i dart down one street, close my eyes, and continue walking
until i can no longer see the light, creeping in the seams
around my eyes sealed so tight, in this memory of flight, i am alive
to something more than dreams, on this very night
it is a passion i wish to share, wish to release, to the world out there
beyond the walls, the corners in my mind, to see the light
penetrate the darkness of this world tonight, i am in my heart
beating the drum, listening to the songs, that bring me back
to my own heaven again, a swirling of clouds, a sound of harps
the clamor of my thoughts, as they race forth, to seize the day
from within the reason, of night's somber gaze, i return to sleep, wake from dream
into a moment, where all is serene, a peace within knowing
that the heart of memory has come, has begun to awaken in me
the thoughts and love, of fortunes unwinding, from the days and loneliness
from the night and sleep, that has kept me here for so long
listening to no one, but the sounds in my head, somewhere, i do belong
in silence, in noise, in the discord and harmony of thousand other days
yet to be lived, i am here now, in the sweetness of solace, that drips from my lips
and as i drift off, back into my life, let me not say goodbye, to these memories
no, let not one release from my grasp
if not still, to be surrounded in my body of flight
for the timeless time, has come to wake me, not release me, but to keep me alive
in these dreams of my heart, i hear calling, through the veils of this night

The Eye of Heaven

2009-06-07T19:30:00.001-07:00

in the eye of heaven i see
the very soul revealed in me
by the virtue of the night
i walk, into the smooth colors
of ebony and white, the twinkle of stars
belonging not in the midst twilight
rather further on, as the fading lights
slips from the sky, it is here, i am here
in the moments of the night, so tempered with belief
that heaven knows, the soul of my grief
a sadness that leads me on, into the doors of tomorrow
the pain and sorrow, washes from these streets
the memories beaten, in the hours and weeks
long since past, i cast the mold, in the days, i am told
to move on, to drive on down, the roads before me
in the arms of a future, uncertain, in a calm, of summer and dreams
i meet her, in the truth, where beauty lingers
and the world holds her, in the soothing colors
of passion in between, this moment, and all the years revealed in me
for the moment, all is true
inside these eyes, inside the guise, of a night that welcomes the day
tomorrow believing, all that has said is gone, not in the doubt
but forever, in the world outside me, i am heaven
and heaven me, inside a world, of red and blue
the skies penetrate, and all is new
where i walk, before the words, i talk
endless on, in my mind, and before the eye i see
it is the memory that holds the sadness deep within me
inside this truth, and the heaven, staring back, at all that is meant to be

Infinity's Chime

2009-05-13T18:01:00.000-07:00

endless circles, infinity, it drives me
through the lands of the lost memories
in between the tears of fallen dreams
infinity spins, whirls me, on the edge of my axis
spinning, as the world around me is still
is still passing by, no more lies from the eyes
that have spent nights crying in shame
in a world unkept by romance, hidden in the gleam
of some shining light, that neither burns, nor is bright
my heart races through, the days spent, just trying
to survive, the race, the spinning fantasy
in the penetrating thought that something else is there
someone else, here, in the night of despair
that lingers too long, in the thoughts, the daze
of memory, of longing, the passion wains, ebbs
fades from the face in me, that stands before me
as no longer can i see
the dreams, that have lived so long in me
nothing in truth, is left to be, while in the past
the ways i have spent
sparkling in the day, drift far, far far away
for in today, i find, youth has gone away
and the weight of the infinity, spinning me, endlessly
toward a future, a dawn, that only age can reveal
when the hours have chimed, and the moment has disappeared
into the rhyme of some distant future, that one day
my eyes, will be able to see

News Flash: THIS JUST IN! SWINE FLU MUTATES!

2009-05-04T07:43:00.000-07:00

This just in, the deadly Swine Flu has mutated into a new variant of the dreaded Conficker computer virus. WHO officials are urging everyone to turn off their computers immediately to avoid computer to person infection. WHO officials trace the first person-to-computer to a hospital on the United States-Mexico border. Apparently, a hospital nurse working in a health care facility overrun with Swine Flu cases was unaware she was infected with Swine Flu when she logged on to her FaceBook to post some new photos of herself in her special new, Swine Flu proof WHO issued hospital scrubs. The computer she was using did not have the latest Microsoft patch and the Swine Flu quickly jumped from her fingers, to the keyboard and infected the unpatched computer spreading itself to the Internet through her FaceBook account.

Now, as this devastating Swine flu continues to spread like wild fire across the world from person to person, computer to computer, person to computer, and so on, killing like 20 people worldwide, WHO continues to advise people wear the little white face masks and act like crazed chickens sensing an impending slaughter whenever someone close coughs or now, uses a computer. WHO Executive Director, Dr. Sally Who, assures everyone that these little white face masks protect against EVERYTHING, including all the known and unknown microbes, viruses, computer threats and unwanted and annoying e-mail spam. Sally Who likens the white masks to using duck and cover tactics in the 1960’s that kept us all the children safe from nuclear blasts. So when in doubt, Sally Who in WHOville says, “wear your white mask, and duck your head under your desk for safety anytime you hear someone cough, turn on a computer or hear a loud, ear splitting warning buzzer sound.”

After all, God does have a sense of humor and he often likes to take embarrassing photos of all us. Especially ones where we are acting like frenzied krill trying to escape a school of fish. God knows nothing gets us humans going better than a good old fashion plague. Panic. Misinformation. Pandemonium abound. And the best part is, God doesn’t even have to create a true killer virus anymore. It’s not like in the old days, when he had to whip up the Spanish Flu or the Bubonic Plague, heavens no! Nowadays, God just has to give the story to CNN that there is a “virus”, and the news reporters take it from there. No work, and all play, that’s God’s motto. As this is one reason God created news reporters, as he realized that their rush to be first to the story they wouldn’t check the facts, and thus, reporters turn a rumor into truth, and no one is the wiser. So remember to smile when you’ve got your head under your desk, as God may be watching! And you wouldn’t want to end up on HIS FaceBook account in some compromising position, or worse yet, as the latest hit video on HIS YouTube channel, would you? *cough, cough*

Frenzy

2009-05-03T05:47:00.000-07:00

There is always a notion that the end is near. A belief that today will be our last. We hold on to this, almost, as if it were a fantasy. That tomorrow, it will all be over. That there will be nothing left when we wake up. The idea entices us. We are bred to know the end is near. That our lives, are more about redemption than anything else. Above all, we live in sin. We must redeem. We must cleanse our lives of desire. Of want. We must see ourselves, not as we are, but as some god wants us to be. Somewhere far off, in a paradise of heaven and eternity. We are taught to hold ourselves against the highest standards. Always fearing. Always doubting, that it is okay, just to be, who we were meant to be.

The end becomes an escape. A way out. Of the guilt. The chains of doubt, that are tethered to our hearts. The weights of the world, the perils that unfold, just when we open our eyes. The end is near. Closer to me. Closer to all of us. Inside. It is so close. Our mortality speaks to each of us. It speaks to me. As if it sees me, in the mirror here, before me. In my eyes, the reflection. The years gone by. Inside the image staring back at me. It is the end. It is my mortality. I must wake from this dream. Flee this fantasy. For I am afraid. Afraid of what will come. What the end will bring. When my eyes cannot see the light. Cannot see the sun, shinning in the sky. In the darkness that envelopes, in the moments I must let go. I am afraid. More afraid than when I was alive.

And so it goes. The virus spreads. Or so they say. And day after day,the news latches on to it. Reporters flying everywhere. Fear. Panic ensue. The idea becomes more tangible. Much more than a fantasy. We start to wonder, start to repent. To struggle with our fantasies. Our wishes. Our beliefs. What have we done? What can we do now? To save ourselves? How can, I save, myself.

Under Midnight's Spell

2009-04-27T13:01:00.001-07:00

it is when midnight covers me
the blanket, the silence, in the warmth
i belong, where the world is still
in the hope, the will of tomorrow
beckoning me toward, the embers in twilight remain
close to my heart, those in the shadows do stir
the thoughts, the memories, a laughter in your eyes
where truth seemed lost, but love was never denied
as we fell together, colliding with the youth
of another day, inside the world, our pain had gone away
the morning spoke to me, to you, i heard forever
whispering a truth, that i never wanted to leave
not far behind me, as we danced, beneath the sheets
through the weeks, and day out loud
i heard you speak, and then you were no where to be found
for the day had gone away, the weeks grew tired
the months had passed away, from me, from you
the colors faded to grays, that danced with the moonlight
tonight, close to midnight, our hearts apart, far from the world
that we once knew, in a world, now bereft of a truth
speaking to me now, in calm, in doubt, i see the world more clearly
when the light had been blown out, gone, in the memory
the laughter, the way you danced in the song
that only my heart could sing
it is midnight now, and the silence beckons me near
urges me on, onward, closer, toward tomorrow's uncertain dawn

In the space

2009-04-24T11:49:00.000-07:00

i hearken back to a space in me
a trance, the words, the rhyme
the endless infinity, spinning in time
moving me forward, back, anew
to a point where our hearts, met in truth
i seek forgiveness, for what was said
for the actions, misplaced, for the heart that is dead
dead in a place, where eyes cannot see
but the emptiness is felt, in the space of this memory

forward in time, i seek guidance, for where the truth has led
us, inside, us in two, the world is spinning
haunting me in those parts of you
that reach out in time, pierce the serenity
the peace, my mind, taking me to
a place where no one else can see
a place that is lost, somewhere in the arms of this memory

a memory, not left in me, so no longer should i say
that truth is cruel, as your heart is gone away
gone from the place in me, that i no longer wish to see
but i still feel, in the space, of this bitter memory
for the actions i took, the words i spoke
hit hard, broke the love, that you gave only to me
in the moment, in the seconds gone by
i see myself, stolen from the sight in your eyes
a gaze that conjured up the heavens, a peace
i thought lost from the skies
and so you knew, and returned us to
some far off place, the hope of passion
nestled warm in our embrace
in this place, that seeks solace only for now
to comfort its wounds, for the memory still lingers
in this space standing here, in front of me
and as all these words dare, to give me comfort
someway, somehow
i know there is not one word of truth
that would bring me back to you

Mirror

2009-04-03T19:44:00.000-07:00

They are mirrored. Hundreds. In complexion. In site. The duty that reflects the mind. The multitude scattered around the world. In place. Lost in time. I see myself here. Somewhere. Here. The way I move around these moments. Hiding under the seconds, going by. Losing myself for a moment. So often do I feel that all is lost. The creativity is gone. Breaking from my body. Tearing away from my mind. I hunger for the moment when I return again. Return to a place, where all the death has subsided by truth. In truth, I need guidance, for the world guiding me is often blackened in its own intent. And I feel, there is no resurrection here. Only reflection in the birth of me. That part of me that walks around, when the world is calm. I need to surrender to the belief, that silence is more than a dream. That words are spoken in action, not movement in the weight of me. For a moment, I yearn to feel as one, once again. Balanced in the tides of time. Amidst the many. The fallen. Those rising toward the skies. I know that heaven remains a victim to all the action we have spent before its cause. The death of the minutes. The hours of the day. Spent here, wasted, have now, trickled away. Before the eyes I know. Before the body that glows. In the summer sun. In the winter snow. All that I know, changes, and reaches before the world, that has known me for too long. In my heart, the love has gone. Lost in the years. Spent on the tears of forgiveness. Time fades from sight. Takes with it, the moments burning bright. And in this death. In this life. I need to surrender. Give myself hope, when hope dwindles in the past, I have just now forgot. I am here now. Here, in this dream where the moments twinkle, rise forth from this dream. That I have been dreaming for too long. It is time that the world awakens, and that I follow along. Find a way to see my reflection, in the beauty of this dawn.

Inside the Eyes

2009-03-26T11:38:00.000-07:00

Inside the eyes. Where childhood dances with you. I see you. Mixed with the crest of the day. With the years grown. From fears. From doubts. From laughter. In song. All change swirls in the wind, waiting to belong to all the colors. The shades. The shape of your body. The curves of your face. Down the slope of your skin. I begin to move my fingers down. Caressing the beauty. Your beauty. As the world dances around us. I feel the warmth. Familiar beginning. Tempting me on. Urging me forward. In the essence of a dawn, where color fades with light. The striking force of a sun, that gives gift to the day. You beauty has come away, from all the ways, dark, in your heart, that spoke in nothings. Now, gone. For your smile, is the gift of the yarn, that now weaves your fate, from another's face, whose laughter penetrates your heart. The distance, removed. From the depths, in which, it spun. For years. I see your beauty. And you see mine. It is time now, to move on. On into the future, uncertain. Holding a past, unknown. In my hands. In my fingers, breath. I take a step, and walk toward you. From the years, of childhood, I speak of a tomorrow, that I cannot see. Not with my eyes, not in me. Will the color show me the way? In a day, I do not know. I look around. One last time. To see where the past has led me. Where the present has me now. In the eve of tomorrow. In the dawn of a day, where lovers are spent, and truth has gone away. Far away from harm. I know tomorrow is a place, where we belong. Separate. In the eyes of a world, unclear. I bring the memories nearer to me. One last time. I know it is time now, to find a way, to move along. Inside the eyes, that no longer can see, that part of you, mixing, with that part of me.

Fate lies in wait

2009-03-19T13:56:00.000-07:00

The forecast reveals the change. Inside me. The waves are deep. Undulating. Distance grows. I am severed from my soul. My soul. The witness to energy. The witness to belief. The world itself no longer belongs to me. No. It merely reflects the way I am growing into someone else. Another's mind. A mind not my own. The hormones rages, and doctors cannot explain the endless debates that persist here. In my mind. The fates wait for me to come back. Find my way back to them. In a tempest. In a storm. That is there, on the horizon. I know it may be time to come home. Find another day, to seek the truth. A truth, that tempts us all. To me, it is, with her beauty. Her energy that swarms. That swells. That melts the minutes away. That blends the day into night. That casts shadows here, before all my doubts. It is her. A lingering sound. That fills my heart, with new found relief. I would give my life to find this. To find this peace. Peace, here, spread out before my belief. Shall I find resurrection in this change? Death, then rebirth? I do not know. I cannot know. For the future is unwritten. Unseen. To all who have sight, nothing can be, what it is meant to be. In the beauty of belief. In the temper of sight, that gazes out, across the ocean waves. Into the blues, the waters deep, that mix with the blues on horizon's edge. It all remains, when I close my eyes. The world still speaks, when I drift off into sleep. In sleep, it is my hope that I might find a reason. To bring me back to health. To give me back my soul. For somewhere I've lost her. In the changes my body beguiles. I've lost it all. In the changes that change a boy into a man, I've been lost. Changing the reasons, in the seasons, for a cost that my soul simply cannot pay. Not today. Nor tomorrow. I am lost here, in my sorrow. Drifting away from the sight that gaze me a presence in the light. Now today is gone, tomorrow will lost just the same. Until my body comes back again. Comes home to me. Before my eyes, shall see. A resurrection in a will that has no end. I will be. Found. In all the changes on this day. Found. Before my youth has completely, gone away. Somewhere. I will see, just what fate, has in store for me.

Familar Day

2009-03-06T16:48:00.001-08:00

the death upon my heart, is where i start
to fade, and drift away, from all the words
the lovers say, when daggers split
and tear at the heart, watching a love
fall, and split desperately apart
limb from limb
skin from skin, the kisses, the wishes
of days we once knew, lost in the rains
washing through these avenues
and city streets
that my soul walks on tonight
will there ever be an end in sight
so that i might see more, than a world in a blue
skipping through, a world veiled in memories
of laughter, of song, of a peace, before the world
is where i belong tonight, to love, to hold true
these memories, trapped, somewhere deep
inside of you

Transatlantic

2009-02-28T15:04:00.000-08:00

transatlantic through my heart
the skies moves, and open up
to a dream, that reoccurs, pulses through me
in my mind, i see the seasons bleed
and time, reconsider the world before me
through memory and rhyme
it is near, the spring and its time
as winter fades, the greens raise
their faces, from the death that remains
on the ground, from winter's bed, i rise
sleepily, weepy, lost in a dream
a thought, a recollection, now warmth seems
to bring me back to life, from a slumber, in coldness
woke anew, where i was born into, a world
where the yellows and browns, are still strewn, across the world
this world now, where i am found, through the flight in colors
through a flight in the sky, i can see
the colors too, awaken, from deep within side me
the breath, the rest, has given new life, to my body
and in my mind, i dance across these skies
back and forth, in folly, through memory, passing through the whites and blues
a sky alive, in the thought, that this day, can share
its warmth with me

When once in dream

2009-02-27T15:46:00.000-08:00

when once in dream, i followed a light
toward a morning, a horizon
swimming in belief and fascination
the sweetness of thought, now gone, only the moments
of my heart, beating, beating like a drum
following the sounds toward a dawn outstretched before me
i see the colors, painted in rosemary and red
the creams of birth and death
colliding deep, spilled upon this morning
the light has shone me all the ways
i have left to live, and all the love
that is left to give, to the lovers, to the dreamers
to the wanders in dust and light
oceans apart, the colors never seem to die, not here
not now, as i walk with you in these dreams at twilight
bursting, crackling, sparking in my heart
i follow a light, toward the dawn, that brings me closer
nearer to you, in the blindness of our truth, here i am
alive, in this dream that passes, drifts, from within my eyes
toward a light, that begins, when colors shift
change, to show me truths, my heart has, never fully realized

Dissovle into memory

2009-02-17T15:36:00.000-08:00

the way you look, the way it seemed, when memory was nothing more than a dream
a place in time, reason and rhyme, belonged only to me
and so i went, deep inside, the palaces, the kingdoms
the hidden seasons, in the corners of my mind
the thoughts, danced, held gravity in song
to sing along, to words, the words of fantasy
a playground inside, in death, the loneliness swept through me
plagued me, with a coldness, witnessed long ago

in the distance, i spoke out, in chance, to hear your name
called, on the wind, of a tomorrow, i gave everything for a day
just to keep the waves running through, the rivers and streams
waters alive, flowing, growing, building a dream
inside a world, our world, that once belonged
to a place, a space in time, where you and i ran along
towards a morning, of golden reds, of oranges, and belief
high, onward, higher toward a sky, where the deepest of blues
even knew, our fate on this day, a thousand kisses
spilled, a thousand reasons, killed, just to find out why
how, all that came to love, passed with a day
that wakes from sleep, only to walk back into dream

i am now, at a mirror reflection, still
running away, i take forever to move through these thoughts
lingering doubts, that enter my mind, when ever i see your eyes
the laughter, the surprise, take flight, in the place of our birth
a kindling of fires, age old desires, that run through me still
when ever you speak, i hear my name, calling
from your lips, drifting through the waves and rivers
waters of dream and memory, spill, and combine
confluence of ecstasy, agony, driving me on
on to a tomorrow, on for the day
when truth is only another way
to say, goodbye

It can be said....

2009-02-17T15:16:00.000-08:00

It can be said. In my mind. The future's uncertain. Today, is unkind. To the way I am. The way I want to me. Endless. Drifting in memories. That lead no where. To nothing. That, in truth, mean something to me. Although, I cannot say for sure, exactly what. What is all means to me. These memories. That build up a tomorrow. In my heart. Raise my expectations. I have hope. Hope that life will begin to see. See me. As I truly am. The haunted days that walk with me. The haunted loss, that skips in time, with doubt, on my mind. I am here now. I suppose that is something. Something more than I could reason. Just a few years ago. Although my heart knows what roads I need to take. Nothing is easy. Nothing remains the same. Not for too long. In a day, that has gone away. I remember laughter. Connecting to those around me. For a moment. I was not alone with everybody I know. The calmness, the joy. Words that walk with me. In my past. In a present unseen. The memories that seem to be so long ago. I know that I will wake to find, what I need in my mind to be. More so than a memory. Of composure and loss. The ways I've taught my heart to be. Simply because I cannot fathom the energy, that is all around me. Today. The people walking. I feel it all. Overwhelmed in dream. For the truth is vacant. Lonely. Empty. I long to just see a woman smile. Glow with the rich truth of passion, dripping from her skin. In a world of chaos. Of death. The best of us, consumed in a parade, of aches and pains. Concealing the world, before the spectators taste our hearts. Read our minds. I want to escape. Reach out. Use the power of the net to connect to a world. To a soul. That knows, that feels, just like me.

The music lifts me. The music that pulses through me.

To escape the borders of our bodies. To escape the thoughts of our mind. I wake to find that the day is so simple. That time can be lost, just by not thinking about it at all. I stand here now. Stand here, before I fall. Fall in flight. Down from the heights of heavens and kingdoms, held high in a sky. Of blue and white. Endless delight, in the sense of falling. Not death. But a different calling. Spiraling down, with the thought that nothing can harm. You can only find a new beginning to know. A beginning. To show myself, in the times of doubt.

I. I, race with the words, that seem barren at times, I know my life speaks to me. Inside this dream. Somewhere, life is, it is more than it seems.

To speak without words. To sing without the sounds, that run through this world of ours. I long to let go. To release. So that I might know this truth. Here, scattered among my words and my doubts.

On the other side of dream

2009-02-11T13:34:00.000-08:00

The right side of being. Alone. In the midst of heavens. Unknown. For the world is inside my arms. My dreams. The night. The daylight. The screams that so often run through my thoughts. My mind. Force of will, seeking the death for peace and calm. I am here, now. Silent in my runnings. Throughout the days. Throughout the hours. I trickle and fade. As the sun slips away. From the time inside of me. I feel the weight around me. The gravity holding me. In the clutches, that we call,our fate. No one will be left, when the world wakes from its dream. Dreaming up a world. Of anger and shame. No one will walk, on the ground I stand. For the dreams are madness. The dreams are serene. In a temptation, that cannot be held. In a life that cannot be sold. My dreams are drifting. The shades are shifting. Intense in the waves of speech. The way I carry myself about. I know. I know. I've let everyone down. And I am running on. Trying to find my way around. To redeem myself. In shame. I do not know the names or places. Of whom I am trying to find. So please. Please be kind. To me. Share a moment. Let me release what I need. The chains that bind. The weight that damns me. To all. In condemnation, I do speak. Waiting for the weeks to pass. Forgiveness, to walk through the door. That I stand here now, before. Silence strangles me. In the moments where I believe, that I can do nothing. Be nothing. Without you. In the cast of the mirror. Shadows are alive to know. In a darkness, lingering. To engulf my heart. And so I fall. Deeper. Down. Deeper still. In the rains and gutters, I flow. Gathering. Soaking. Saturating. My being. My self. For there is no reason to look back. To search for you there. In my dreams, the randomness. The chaos. Drives me And in the images, I find you. Driving with me. In a car. Down a street, that only runs through me. And I want to reach out. Break the tension. Find a reason, to end, the years I've spent broken. In my heart. Here in this car. Rolling on. In a dream, that does not seem to be a reason. Only a chance meeting. Where my thoughts collide, with my consciousness, burning alive. In my thoughts. Fueling my dreams. What I feel, no longer seems to make any sense. And as I write this now, I often ask myself, 'why?" Why in the questions, recurring through my heart, does the images of a lover, come back to kindle a spark. A love that has so long ago died. In the embers. In the flames The rains came soon after, to quell, the fires. That once, burned so bright. And I am... I have moved on. On toward a tomorrow. Where there is more beauty in song. To be found. Playing my heart. In my soul. My being, at last, returns to a warmth. That soothes the years gone by. The heartache. That bellowed down, from the dark grey skies. And now, I can find myself driving on. On a road to nowhere. Trying to find somewhere, I might belong.

Air I Breathe

2009-02-10T17:06:00.001-08:00

I am a child of many dreams. The waves that circulate. In the air. The wet, thick air. Around my body. Through my skin. Moist to the touch, when all seems to be, nothing more than a dream that I am dreaming. Here. Alone. In my mind. Catching the flowers, in the wind, as they are blown up. Uprooted. From the ground. All is found in a day, when the whispers fade, and only a gentle sound, remains. A voice. Far off. In the distance streets. The wet and vacant alley ways. Illuminated by a dream of light. Trickling down. From a fountain of light, perched in somewhere, high in the sky. A place, where no one can be found. The many dreams drift through me. In a reflection. In a puddle of water. That has collected near my feet. As I walk. Down this lonely street. Where am I to be? When the street keeps skipping along. Not knowing where I belong in this world of ours. At work. At play. The waves that circle, soak my skin. Begin to remind me of tears. Tears that I've spent. Like currency. For the lovers lost. The pain that must, just squeeze its way out. Be rung out from my clothes. The years, that saturate the mind. Heaven on earth. Heaven is so unkind for those who may not enter. Who dare not go near. To the pearly gates. The snowy plates, of clouds and song. That slide and shift. Here and there. Just as winter's edge creeps closer, in the air I breathe. For a time. For a space, I give all that I have wasted. On the deaths. On the rebirths. There was only one consciousness. One path that was worth taking. One moment, that was worth reliving. Here. In my mind. Where dreams roam, and burn alive. All the fascination, and love in kind. To take me from dream, and return me to my place, in this world around me. I can see the dreams loving. I can see the dreaming drifting. As I wake from my sleep. In slumber, to my keep in the arms of today. I will not let this fade. Take from me, the folly, the thought, the promenade of all the days gone by. For it is dreams that I am made of. And dreams shall I be. All through time. And on, into my memory.

On top of this world

2009-02-06T17:18:00.000-08:00

Moving. Moving. Beyond the time. Beyond the reason. Beyond the mind and dreams that reach themselves out toward me. Beckoning me nearer. Come closer, my dear. Be with the tide of time. In the seconds, as they wind up the stairs. That lead to a room. At the top of the world. I step inside. The vast space. Behind the door. Behind the walls. Past the stairs, that wound and wound. Up the cliffs of the world. Through the skies in my mind. The clouds, vesper call. The colors, blue, then grey, then black. amidst the stars and heavens. Past the gods and religions, I spent the years pushing myself on up into. The space, infinite here. Infinite where ever I am now. In being. Or in thought. I have spent the years, in drought. Bereft of water's riches. The taste of earth's rivers. Of the rain in the sky. Eternal in the pleasure now, as I drink, just to know my name. To cleanse the decay. The dust and heat, that built up around my lips, on my clothes, drifted, drifting through the world I knew. In the space of this room, I find myself wandering. At the room at the top of the world. I find myself staring at my own reflection. Trying to know just who I am now. Where are you going? Where have you been? Have you seen the past? Graced the future with another's race, draped across your body. Pressed against your lips. I fall down. Down to my knees. Let my arms stretch out. Over my body. I feel my weight lifting. Feel my body flying. Higher and higher. I must move on. Past the borders and walls. Past the infinite space, of the room at the top of the world. Guide myself here. Where the roads are open, and the love grows near. Closer to me now. I feel you close. Closer. Come on in. Let the weight break the gravity of this dream. And release yourself to the stars. I see a twilight. Twinkling. Far off. But my body's flight is rising. Seeking this light. I shall find you here. One day soon. I shall find you, past the walls of this room. That sits here, on top of this world.

A Man who is always thirsty

2009-02-03T12:49:00.000-08:00

The man had fallen in my dreams. Narrow. Hollow. Unsure of the time. The place. The reason that the man lied on the ground. He picked himself up. Slowly. Staggering a bit, as he placed the weight on both his feet.

I asked if he needed help.

The man started brushing himself off without a reply. The ground was dusty. Dirty. His clothes had collected some debris. Scattered all around on the floor.

I can't remember why the ground was so dirty. But it was.

It took the man a while to brush his clothes off. Clean. His hands became dirty, and he would brush the dust back on his clothes. Back on to his hands. Back on to his pants. His jacket. It was obvious to everyone but him. Just what he was doing, to make himself dirty again.

I asked him if he was thirsty. The air was arid and dry. Thick. I suddenly realized, how hot it was.

The man turned to me. Smiled. Gave me a nod.

So I got him a glass of water. I don't know where I got the glass. The water. But it was there, in my hand. I reached out, extending my arm, the man, reached out, and took the glass from me.

The man drank. Endlessly. There just seemed so much water. Water would empty from the glass. Then, the glass would replenish itself. Over and over, I saw the man gulping down, mouthful after mouthful. Then, do it again. Again.

I looked at my glass. It was still half full. I parted my mouth. Ran my tongue across my lips. They felt wet. My throat felt moist. But I was still so thirsty.

I turned my head around the room. To see what I could find. There was a picture of a mouse dressed in an elven suit. Green and cherry. The mouse had a smile on his face. And the was a warmth in his eyes.

I turned back around. To look at the man. By then, the man had put the glass down. He was finally all done.

My glass was empty now too. So I put it on the ground.

As I raised my body back up, I felt the room start to move.

I looked at the man. He seemed not to care. The room was not spinning fast. But fast enough for me to notice. I wasn't getting dizzy. Just a bit confused. The man started brushing himself off again. Slapping his hands on his pants. The dust would collect into little clouds. Then disperse, as the man slapped his hands back down. Puff. Puff. I heard the sounds go. Puff. Puff, The clouds would burst into air.

I looked around for something that might help. A broom. A cloth. Something other than his hands. His hands kept getting dirty, and the man would have to start all over again.

I saw a broom. Leaning on the wall. I walked over to get it. The room was still moving. A little faster now. I wasn't getting dizzy. Though I felt a little thin. I just kept on walking, until I had the broom safe in my hands.

I returned to the man. Who had changed positions while I was gone. He was facing south. Now, he was facing east. I saw the sun coming in from a window. The sun was hot and warm.

I showed the man the broom. He let out a chuckle. Shook his head, and returned to the task at hand.

He did not want the broom. So I just laid it next to him. Next to his foot, on the ground.

The day went on and on. On into the night. I kept finding things for the man to use. The man stayed silent along. He never said a word. Though I would talk to him. The man never seemed to notice. And just let me talk and talk.

I found myself tire of this. Wanting him to talk. So I left the room. Opened a door and walked out. I didn't hear the man call to me. Ask me where I was going.

Outside, I walked and walked. It was night now. The stars were full in the sky. The moon was crescent, and the streets felt solid. Concrete under my feet. Not like the room that kept turning. With the man who was never clean.

I kept on walking on through the night. I saw the sun slowly rising. And knew I needed to return.

I opened the door again. Walked back into the room.

Inside the doorway, I saw the man falling. Down he went again. Back down to the ground. On to a floor that was always dirty. In a room that was never clean. I knew I would always be thirsty here. So I woke up from this dream.

Disbelief

2009-01-30T13:08:00.001-08:00

my love in truth, to hide your eyes
behind the reason and soft little cries
that spill from your heart, when you do speak
seems but a victim, in the days past weeks
weeks and days, that know no lies
only a truth yet spoken, not yet realized
for you have a voice, nestled deep within
a warmth, a passion, in the days yet to begin
to find, all the truth, hidden behind your eyes
i reach out my hand, to run my fingers on your skin
to streak the sliver, to dance deep within
your smile, your glow, that shine on through
all the moments, that speak in truth

Collections

2009-01-26T14:27:00.001-08:00

in dreams or paradise
the existence bends to me
i shape my body towards the morning
in the very breath and way i sing
a song of truest color
a song of truest sight
in my body she flows through me, in the words beyond this flight

i taste forever here in you
forever in tomorrow, a time of timeless time in fate
of the waters yet to run
in the beds of the deepest, richest earth
i taste forever on your skin, where the words of wisdom
are careful not to spin, my body so far out of control
as if to lose my way, before we begin
to dance the rhymes, to swim these seas
endless in the dreams i see in you
and that you see, in me

for in night is in wonder, for in dream, it is found
in truest love
a treasure of paradise on her lips
a kiss of morning's soft, swollen dew
flowing around, a skin that transcends the moment
envelops me in its warmth, beckons me
in a crackle, spark, electricity
dancing in the air we breathe
toward a day, that comes and goes, in the ebb and tide of memory
for it is you i see through it all, the color of your beauty
stripped on this night, in moon and shade
the color washes over you, your skin
i reach out to touch, i reach out to learn once again
the sweetness of your face, the pleasure in the hymn
that i hear now in my heart

the words of dream, shape my mind in this moment
in the fascination, the pulse beating in its charms
we wrap our arms around, one another, deep inside
the passion flows together, of one in, one another
born in two, the world collapses, releases this moment
for the tune of a softer song, sweet in the honey
and the thick in the truth, that burns between us now
as we live so far, far, far apart

from a slumber, i wake to find reason
though the images still reside, inside me
as i close my eyes, open them again
waking in this dawn
i see in the passing flight of image and song
the body of another resting beside me
the sounds in the dreams i see
i hear, in the call of a snow white dove
whose existence bears forgiveness
to all the days gone without your touch

in these moments, of waking and of dream
i do beckon, to hear your name
have these moments, bear the memory of me, on your lips
when ever you sleep, my hope that you drift into a peaceful dream
of our bodies entwined, of our hearts united as one
in this moment, all is calm, all does belong to us here now
in this dream of lovers, and the paradise of their song

Conscious Heart

2009-01-23T13:49:00.001-08:00

penetration, through your eyes
the soft silvers, the soft lullaby
that wakes me, from a slumber
wakes me from memory, into dream i walk
from steps long since taken, drifting
into tomorrow, when today still has come to pass
in my heart, in the weights and clouds
that collapse, in the heavens of white blue
images that soothe, in my mind
in the heart of truth, that we share
in moments, in dreams, images that grow
and dive into scenes, that shift
into a smile, on your face, the sweet glow
that soon erases, all in conscious being
conscious thought, full of reason, to mold
to blend the heavens, in the skies, to no other end
that shall find us here tonight, in this moment
i leave the world behind, send the word, on angel's silky call
to remind my body, to pass the passion
from finger to finger's skin, where do you begin
begin to feel the way i look at you, the way i think of you
heavy in the warmth, soft in the movement
around your eyes, the silvers and songs of amber lullabies
once lost, but now found, again, in the penetration
i feel, when you touch my skin

Winter of Memory

2009-01-22T14:06:00.000-08:00

winter is a collection of awakenings
slumbers, that both lull and invigorate
raising, dropping, falling deep into the ground
for a moment all is quiet, then alive
in a rustle or a sound, of the wind blowing around us
in the calm that penetrates us
i find reason here, solace from the storms
that rage in the minds around me
that flail around, on the earth i see
in this belief of memory, that i have when i was a child
walking to school in the winter, bundled from head to the ground
i walked, finding a truth in the moment, before school began
or after the school day had gone away
before i could say goodbye, to her now, i watched from my window
wondering just where it all began, and when it might end, in a winter
that reached out, over everything in me

in my memory, the winter stretches out, outward beyond the borders of my mind
i give back, to all those i receive, the intimate moments, when the world did not seem
to go on forever, only forever in the world i could see, here, now
i dress in the old, boots, the old coats of another day, when in my youth
there was a unknown truth, that stirred inside my laughter, that opened my eyes
as youth grew up, in each and every day, i found it all, in a fantasy of playing dragons
and against unseen enemies, in the trenches of the battle, remembering the warmth
of hot chocolate, simmering on the stove, the red burner awakening itself from
slumber, just as i, just as the winter around me spoke, with snow falling to the earth
i would come in from the wars, come in from the play
slowly stripping the layers away, revealing what i could, in all my exhaustion
in my exhilaration still in my flight, of this fantasy i had, as i held that sled nice and tight
flying down the mountain top, the world skipping by me, in a blur, in a rapture of cold bitter air
dancing, i drove down the mountain, down the perils, rocks and jumps
past the others who had fallen, past the others who got lost, i held tight and drove on
into the night, for when i awoke, i found myself changed, different, older
a new man, completely rearranged, as the mirror spoke to me, just as the seasons did with change
each season turned, and i hoped this winter would be snowy, be colder all over again
no matter where i am, where you are, i can still dream up a world, build it up from the snow
piled here and from there, build a world from the dreams still left, somewhere in my memory

dreams i see

2009-01-19T13:00:00.001-08:00

it is the way inside
your eyes
the place i can see
when all other lives have run away
turned away from me
far off, in the distance, an echo
a stain upon my hand, for all is open
in the dreams, in the seas of white
rushing forward, i dance in my soul
dance to a rhythm, that no one else knows
here now, in a place, where only you and i can be

inside your eyes, the humble speak, the pleasures weep
for there is no more time to kiss your skin
as you leave, there is a moment, refreshed in this trance
while the light sees you pass
from a vision to a dream
the ways of this heart, give me hope that you shall return
return to me, inside the ebb and flow of memory
for once, i know, i leave it all, behind these doors, of my eyes
the ways of my heart
seem fragile, in this moment, where laughter soars
and tears the years of sadness, apart
i would run forever, just for another taste
run towards a burning light, just so i could see
you again, and in this heat, my body's fire
churning with the desire, of a hundred other days
spent, alone, waiting, by the side of dream
when all others seem to pass, through my heart
i hope this love will last
just another day, so that i might say your name, again
hear your voice
in the moment of this laughter
in this hour of our life
waking in this dream, i have of you now
soft and blue, where your eyes speak to me with their sight
so I shall, stare forever
into you, into me
through the years of heartache and memory
we are together now, in this world with dreams I see

Unfurled in dream

2009-01-14T13:43:00.001-08:00

toward a beauty, unfurling in dream
an image, a memory, past all my eyes can see
endless through this night
toward the dawn, i never want to come
never want to see the daylight again, for the spirals
of endless delight, rise through me now, past the heavens
in the skies full of moonlight's fire, subtle, dancing
in the air, in the ways you wear smile
the shadows that cast light on the strands of hairs
that dance around your eyes
i move my fingers nearer, feeling the warmth of your skin
moving the hair away, opening a moment, revealing your soul
toward a winter, in the snow, quiet and still
resurrecting in the truth, and greener will of spring
might this moment seem to be, forever, on this night
in this dream, a kiss on your lips beckons me closer
feeling the passion rolling over my skin
there are no words in these moments
no sounds to guide us through, only a movement of shadow and light
dancing in the embers of fire and truth
so i know your name, know the ways you burn in me
as this dream is alive in me today, alive in the smoldering ash
that at last breath, is left here in memory, for the sign of an enemy
which has pulled us apart. as in fate, lies the ways of decision
as in truth, so often lies the ways of deceit
yet i know that these fires shall last eternal
somewhere here forever, burning through this night we shared
through the laughs, we dared to tempt our fates
break through the weights of doubt and confusion still
together, as the beauty of you unfurls, in this moment of our truth
i see you, you see me, witnessed here, as in the days of our youth

Searching

2009-01-09T16:43:00.000-08:00

A mystery lies in wait. Before the fates tempt me. Tease me. There is vast emptiness. Vast as the weight stretches me. The hours, that laugh at me. The world, appeased in this madness. The growing sadness that swirls around my head. My heart. In the light, there is confusion. In the dark, a deeper solace, that wraps her arms around the fear in me. It is me. Here now. The man who has benefited from luck. Succeeded from doubt. Where all knowledge fell before me. I am now. Though I wander still. Looking for truth, at the cost of living. Searching for belief, at the cost of deceiving, all around me. With a lie. With a truth. With a taste of ever more, on the lips of tomorrow, I wake from these dreams. Incomplete. But satisfied, that I am, yes, I am alive. I am still here, though I may not know where. I am. And in the mystery befallen, I must rise,. Rise. Follow the path of the heavens to the skies, beyond the moon and the stars. Far beyond the path my sight carries me now. Toward a tomorrow in today, where the world is weightless and time has gone away. At least for a moment, I can hope. I can dream. In this mystery and all what the world, pretends to be.

Following in moonlight

2009-01-07T14:19:00.001-08:00

The world grows quiet. With a whisper. A coo. The sounds are distant inside. The world beckons, in a pale moonlight. Calling, from within a wisp of cloud. A moon. Hovering. Consoling. In this night, the world is complete in me. Inside this dream. I walk. Wait outside. Wandering among the thoughts and warming starlight. Inside my heart, I feel the world reach out. Calling. Urging me on. Searching. Nowhere. Anywhere will do. For me, the walk at midnight divides into two different paths. Then in a flash, converges into one. Somewhere, far off, beyond the corners of this night. It is on this edge, where the moonlight cannot see. Cannot penetrate in the soul of me. For I am locked in some struggle. Though I dare to fight. Waging war against the world. Against myself. All in me. Where might I lead myself tonight. The paths dividing. Belonging. Inside I see. Steady, though I stumble. I gain my senses. Walking. Needing. Gathering up stolen memories from dream. Such are the roads, of silence and confusion. Of endless calm, and constant delight. For my eyes cannot see on this night. Somewhere laughing. Somewhere dancing. Amidst this calm, and uneasy flight. I am there. Beside the heavens and hells, the wavering fascination of beauty and truth. It is this I see. This that lives, inside the soul of me. For I am on a walk. On this night, I wander still. Through the moon's patient gaze, through the arms of another's life. It is the world that beckons, it is my heart that grows true. All in a dream, of this beauty that follows truth.

The Hour of your Heart

2008-12-31T14:02:00.001-08:00

it's in the hour of your heart
the world splits, and your silence
is torn apart, for a moment, the world is clear
and fears of loss, disappear from my eyes
from yours, i can see tomorrow in today
wash the will away, with a breath, with a kiss
on your lips, undresses for the moment
undressed with a wish, of loving, of leaving
of finding truth where forgiveness has forgotten
all in words, is resurrected from the depths of my soul
where the hunger lies, and death, never seeks to find me there
in this hour, of your heart

Waiting

2008-12-18T12:30:00.000-08:00

The hunger units us. Binds us together. We fight for the spirit. The longing to be free. To wander in a place, where all souls unite. And can truly see. All the color. The light. The beauty of truth, and the truth that beauty makes. When the waves of tomorrow roll over and over, undulate in our fascination. In our hearts. Such a place exists in dream. In art. A life of a thousand kisses. The life of a thousand splendors. Each different. Unique. For no two of us are the same. And your dreams are radically different than mine. So where we all meet, must contain all the dreams we each have had. The colors and light we've seen, when we close our eyes. And in this place, I feel a calm will wash over us all. In the waters that soothe. In the moments, where we all choose to simply be. Not afraid of love, loss, and the pain of memory. We all shall belong here. In the tides of this emerald moon. Somewhere I know it is waiting, and some day, I know, she will be found.

The beginning

2008-12-17T13:55:00.000-08:00

The beginning. A natural start, to some. A unnatural beginning, to others. It is the following that finds me. It is the tears that cleanse me. Somewhere, somehow, in between the rays of light, the blankets of night, I am nurtured in some forgotten comfort. Some forgotten warmth, that in these moments, guides me toward tomorrow. I single myself out, out of all the crowds. The mass phalanx of people, running, breathing, dancing, living, loving, to seek out, what tomorrow might bring. In the learning of truth, I wonder what is left to believe. What is left to see. When all the colors, are right here, in front of me. A dash of forgiveness runs on through me. A dash of pleasure gives me a moment to sigh. And through it all, I know I do belong. Perhaps not in the rivers and streams, the oceans vast, far beyond my dreams. No, somewhere else. In the rain caught on a leaf. In a moment, shone true in the darkness of deceit. Yes, I am there. Covered. Yet visible true. In this beginning, that I bestow on to you.