blaze
this sun
a crown of glory
prompting
rain

1453

Shake me shake
I shan't break
my roots are deeper
than any could make
let my limbs
with leaves be raked
but still I'll stand
in pride -not fake

Now come on find
a place to rest
where I'll shade
to meet your quest
just come on now
and be my guest.

Let me begin
Find truth through folly
Face the light
Practice life until theory becomes fact
Let me leap
Soar through the galaxy, spinning
So high up, gliding in blurry neon
Reaching for God at our passing glance
Catching space in my hands
Let me love
Caring arms take me to euphoria
Locks, and chains fall from my imprisoned heart
We blossom in love
Familiar smells unleash the flood of memory
Just to keep form floating
Let me sigh
To take a calm breath
Find peace in morning light

Venus in Abolone

At sunrise strolling whitecapped beach
all thoughts stray as seagull fly
mind pulled full from human reach
by mother ocean's lullaby

un-thoughts buried deep enough
that a flash bold caught the eye
pointed path on a different bluff
to see the flare under the sky

Imbedded, buried in tide's cruel rut
I pulled and it stubbornly, finally gave
slipped wet sand from it, I saw a form jut
from a shell iridescent, a motionless slave

Your voice calls from the Dark

Whispers that haunt

                each flake of Snow

The wet kiss of the ice trails my cheek

The only truth,

                the ground with each step.

Your tongue darts the mind

Thoughts tortured

                with each stab of the Arctic wind

Sitting in a poplar's shade
on this late spring afternoon
while heat sends shimmers in the glade
summer time will be here soon

A drop of sweat dives off my nose
as I sip on a cold sweet tea
I can't shed any further clothes
for it would show too much of me

Bumbling bees provide a hum
as they pollinate the varied flowers
a toneless tone which leaves me numb
after hearing it for hours

CIRCLE

We who to this earth
are born
last as long
as it is by our nature
deemed
and from our beginnings strong
and bold
the seed in us grows too quickly old.
each day we begin to fade
and must leave behind
that which in us has died
and having gleaned what is left
we start all over again

Street Soldier Young….

You didn’t have to die young soldier,
at the hands of those black hearted fools.
Would you have lived until you were older,
if our leaders learned to play by the rules.

They preach about prosperity and peace,
while starting wars all over our lands.
They’d rather have our power increase,
than look after the poor in our hands.

Does that idiot Duncan Smith even care,
ripping through our poor like a storm.
will he worry where to eat, what to wear,
no he’ll always have a buddy to keep warm.

see nature through my eyes
and
as I sit at my window sill …..
pitter patters fall raindrops still ….
now the thunder comes roaring from far ….
thunder god is annoyed so far ….
then comes, another splash of lightening …
preceding, another thunderous volley….
flowers in the wind still dance about ….
in summer like spring, rains are welcome no doubt ….

but then it’s getting dark and cold ….
ere the sunrise hopefully tomorrow we are told
the flowers will in the wind blow …..
that will be a lovely show….

Stray twins
astray
askance

paint dreamskins vanillin

late frieght calls down on the
nickel line
cresote and creekwater

restless like a trance
you shiver and stir
a newborn dream
crawling

down the history
ambrosia
up calf ridden inkwork
and hip frame

a whorl of navel
a shadowed breast

wind like the Jin Jin
blows
Ju Ju arrival
and your nest hair
spills
aflame
like a sunken dusk
a treasure glean