Dec 21, 2011

cycle

it's not a sprint
but i want to attack it
foot on the peddle
full throttle.
it's not a marathon
but i want to pace myself
conserve energy
stretch the line to the tape.
there is no finish
but there are ends
indefinite pieces of time
suspended in any given reality.
in an attempt to sprint and marathon
i take my cues from the tour
combinations of attack and fall back
alternate the practice
but keep in mind
not to get lost in the past or future.

Dec 19, 2011

untitled

i hide in silence.
the deafening vacuum
repels the hardest of rocks.
it unnerves the unsteady
and in that space
i hide in plain sight.
on this nomadic journey
i meet a few souls
where conversations are broken by speech
we listen to each other's breath.
in the quiet
the heart beats
and with the slightest movements
a new language is spoken.
i cherish these moments
but there are times
i drift into opium induced dreams
willfully trapped by my ghost
the hand of the hand
drags me back to the world of decibels.
all things in moderation
is a tight rope.

Dec 16, 2011

steps to the steeple

on the way
people will fall
slide down the stairs
attempt to block the path
grab your leg
to pull you down
into the mud of self doubt.
only one
will teach you the moves
to dodge
recover
with grace and balance.
this thing
we call life
rocks on axis spinning wildly
rotate magnetic currents
to the point of nausea.
there are others
like you
eyes to the heavens
optimism in tact
ready to create the unimaginable.
find the birds of a feather
and let them guide you.

Dec 14, 2011

throne

it is not inherited
it is not a right
it is taken
by force
positioning
manipulation of the stars.
the people
do not crown you
they are persuaded
to be lead
by your hand.

Dec 9, 2011

L

sometimes
you have to take the L
let the punches
roll over your body
sink into the fabric
etch the reality of situations.
the urge to resist
turn the tide fight ignore
kicks into gear.
energy from the reserves
comes online.
the panel asks a simple question.
as you stare at the options
the weight of the decision
presses on your shoulders.
sometimes
you have to admit to the lose.

Dec 8, 2011

loom

the moon and i have conversations.
she expects me to move
longitude latitude
and i will
grant her wishes.
i'll travel the curves
earth's body
seek adventures conversation
sleep under different stars
but always find her face.
when the rocks align
i'll shoot into the sky
break gravitational pull
only to seek gravitation pull
land on dirt
that transports me to days of youth.
from there
i will look at the blue green ball
and wonder what the next conversation should be.

Dec 3, 2011

fall hard

a historian
warned me not to fall hard
to bend knees
tuck roll then stand.
normally
i would ignore advice
do what i do
but old years stop me
tell me to listen think
be mindful.
i'm going to fall
this time with eyes open
take in the scenary
and watch the curvature of the earth
dissapear.

Nov 29, 2011

A Note: Feet to the Fire

Sometimes we need an external push to get our shit together, to pursue that dream, to complete that project.  The push can come from people, unexpected circumstances, and it may be a situation that first appears to be a negative force.  But if you listen closely to life, to that voice in your heart, you'll see the opportunity.  Without going into detail I had a few knocks that caught my attention.  I'm listening to the voice and telling my circle my intentions.  The voice tells me what direction I need to go and my people keep me honest.  So here I am again, standing on the corner with the die in my hand.  I rub them together then let them fly.  Yes, I'm a gambler and that's the only way to live.

Side Note:  I created this blog to keep me active in writing poetry.  As the blog grew I posted my art (photos and crayons).  Now, I'm separating the art from the poetry.  I believe it will give me more incentive to create and post art.  I'll continue to post poems, but going forward new art can be found at www.artcrawlwalkrun.blogspot.com.  Heads up:  the art blog is empty.  Now that I've told you of it's existence I'm under the gun to post the newness.  I'm all about finding ways to trick myself into being productive.  :)

Nov 28, 2011

reconcile

in conversation
the past is revealed
a version of myself comes to light
voices give insight
excuses are null-in-void
truth is truth
and as i converse with the past
all i can do is acknowledge myself
parts of uncertainty
i ask forgiveness
face the young me.
this process will repeat
years from now
the goal is to minimize friction
keep it pushing
as conversations
from past to present
are reflected through friends
past and present.

Nov 23, 2011

Nov 20, 2011

artificial life

the day night begins the same
patterns are followed with slight variation.
means of survival
is buried under
fantasies and imaginary constructs
a world that doesn't make sense
i alien search for foreign travelers.
we cross paths bounce link scatter
form a bond understanding
wonder if the sickness can be reversed.
with weighted shoulders
we do what we can
with the belief of the ripple effect.

Nov 18, 2011

untitled

i fly away from the sunset
snow birds wait for my arrival
a reflection of a reflection stares.
a key looks at plastic
it wonders what grooves it will make
half wishing it was a spray paint.
it's marks blend with others
which are quickly ignored by passengers
and that defeats the purpose of its existence
but color stands bold
cross plastic metal borders
only confined to the strength of index.
the moon looks down to the earth
it wonders why my eyes come from the east
memory jogs the mind
it makes sense now
the moon takes it a step further
and reminds me it can be located from any part of the world
i agree and take its advise in consideration.
the house burns to the ground
normally I would rebuild
but today
everything is on the table.
i take a long walk to clear the skies.

Nov 16, 2011

dodging bullets

i'm not a saint
i use my smile to disarm
humor to crack vaults
patience to wear down the hardened.
the path behind me is riddled with stories
fun tragic all life
lessons are pinned to the bulletin.
skirmishes battles full blown war
my scars disclose the details
my faith points to the next one
where i suit up
enter the field with an exposed heart
fearless
ready to fight throw down get dirty
and while i'm dodging bullets
putting in the good fight
i'm waiting
waiting for that chick with the perfect aim
to line me up in the cross
and put me down for good.

Nov 14, 2011

the good sale

the office is dingy
spiders create traps
bugs stick to silk
a death dance ensues
paint peels
plastic slips from metal veins
two people sit on milk crates
the tongue of gold
paints pictures of grandeur
the listener drifts into the whirlpool
happily forgetting reality.

Nov 13, 2011

noise selection

for me
there is no such thing as quiet.
i switch channels all day
replace one with another
in order to fit the mood.
uninterrupted signals
bounce the walls of my brain.
i drown it with selected distractions
as time spins
i master the high pitch
cancel ignore it
let calm suffocate
cells firing on cylinders.
the day opens
i roll the window
intake life and it's disturbances.
at times
music soothes then infuriates.
outside thought
presses to be heard
the world shouts
screams kicks
i press mute
but the internal static
cannot be stopped.
it must be led down the road
and slowly put to sleep.

Nov 10, 2011

age old

where is your voice?
is it
trapped under the weight of thought?
does it call your name
tap your shoulder
only to be ignored
forgotten
pushed to the side of the road?
despite the suppression
it sings
even if you dismiss
the enchanting song.
what does it tell you?
does it point to your path
only for you to turn around
walk in the opposite direction?
do you close your eyes
blind yourself from your vision
your future?
at the end of life
a question will present itself.
ask if you ignored the beating drum
or did you listen to it
take its hand
skip down the road
that led to fulfillment?

Nov 6, 2011

she's quality

i pour over the contents
inspect the parts
test re-test scenarios.
this process shortens
as life lengthens.
my council
sits at the table
drinks wine breaks bread
debate engage
all known aspects.
from second one
i knew where i stood
but protocol demands discussion.
i listen for unheard truth
evidence of the deal breaker.
heads of personality
whisper in my ear
partake in the artistry
moving my thought to theirs
despite my known stubbornness
i move forward
toss deduction out the window.
i take her hand in mine
to see what the day brings.
i experiment gamble my life away
the win lose column constantly dance
but that's the way it has to be.

Nov 4, 2011

daily

one wakes
to a blue sky
white gray clouds
black specs flying through the air
an orange orb fading east to west
a cold rock reflects light
noise of children playing
an ignored song
beats of the heart
between life and love
moments pass
creating a path
unforeseen by anyone.

Nov 2, 2011

around the corner

eight stories
i slip in and around
the entrance
watches my movements.
i alternate patterns
avoid high traffic areas
stack excuses in my favor.
around corners
i hear voices
snippets of conversations
i fill the gaps
scenarios play out
images are reconstructed
these games fill time
as cloak and dagger
take over my mental state
avoid eyes
conversation
pause
when i stranger
view a glimpse of a neighbor.

Oct 28, 2011

xo

in a warehouse
i stand among thieves.
silence trumps anticipation
american beauty catches a breeze
i take note of everything.
four cargo vans
caravan to my feet
the muscle watch my movements
i disregard their eyes
inspect the packages
i'm satisfied.
we replace drivers
my boys know where to go
i watch them peel off.
the deal is done
i pay respect
my fellow conspirators blend into day.
from the abandoned building
i let the city wash over me
gray cloud the skies.
like the man on the latter
i turn dirt into blue
the task is daunting
but if not me
who will stand during the storm
dispensing happiness to the world.

Oct 23, 2011

state of mind

i'm swimming against the current
yet wallow in my stillness.
i push consciousness out
then stomp on it.
lifeless energy twitchs on the floor
it waits for ems.
no sirens
no lights
no help
with its final breath
cpr is performed.
ingrained training counts the rhythm.
i watch the miracle of rebirth
celebrate its homecoming.
i jump back into the water
knowing i don't know how to swim.

Oct 19, 2011

peppered kisses

anticipation leads to heat
it rises
stirs the clouds until mist falls.
i add
a touch of cool to skin
her body goes into shock
trembles.
i record the event
poker fingers take the reading
the tempo slows
i place a kiss
to every section of her lips
i inhale her flavor
let its spices dance on my tongue.
time crawls
she stares me down
i'm caught
exposed.
she leans in
places warmth on my neck.
nothing exists.
her and i
slow dance to the tune of life.

Oct 16, 2011

morning quiet

i turn the noise off
open the window
let the light wash over the room.
birds add tunes
to the underlying track of traffic.
i let my ears relax
rubber on asphalt
transforms to waves
crashing on the beach.
i make the transition
from eight stories high
to front row at the pacific
sand between toes.
i roam around the box
wait for the tea to cool
map out the day.
every few moments
i have to stop
listen to the silence
and bask in temporary peace.

Oct 12, 2011

one of those

thoughts try to gather
form cohesive sentences
a train of consciousness
that leads to an awakening,
but tonight
they bump around the dark
playfully spilling orange juice on the floor.
rhymes of life
hit the drums
without impact.
it can end abruptly
or with a touch of grace.
but is there an in between
third category that defies two?

Oct 9, 2011

reaction

shadows of dust
play in the space
between light and reflection.
ideas jockey for position
vying for the attention of
the creator
stands on the edge of sanity.
colorful lights fill the empty
drugs kick in
slowing the brain
slowing time to a crawl.

Oct 7, 2011

damn shame

within five seconds
i spot a black and white
occupied.
my immediate reaction
possible threat.
to my right
my reflection walks towards me.
my immediate reaction
possible threat.
i flow between the parties
without incident.
i should be comforted by one
and safe with the other
but learned instincts kicked into gear.

life.

Oct 5, 2011

ruins

footsteps creep on bubblegum stained concrete
darkness pushes light to the side
observers of the night prepare
six cities arm for battle
but nothing will happen tonight.
packs of wolves take inventory
they spread through the streets
tunnels rooftops
the opposition does the same
they divide the chess board
staking out squares
anticipating valuable real estate.
paths are crossed
they know not to engage
a tight rope of nerves play violin strings
releasing calm tense energy.
the walker flows between the future combatants
makes notes in his book
anticipates the new order.

between the madness a cigarette burns.

Oct 1, 2011

kept

they say
tell people your plans
to keep you honest
to keep an ear out.
there is also a time
to keep silent
to move in silence
so undetected moves
avoid obstacles.
unfortunately
some people smile
then block the lane
slow your momentum.
i'm committing to the quiet
make my moves
in the cloak of darkness.
once the deal is done
the achievement accomplished
the announcement will go out.
time will be spent analyzing
old information
and i'll stay silent
plotting on a new venture
keep all looking
two steps behind my waves.

Sep 28, 2011

overlap

the run off from mental illusions
spill into my waking life.
i slide off the bed
into a puddle of spoiled thoughts.
the stench rises me to feet
without a second look
i create
a device
transports me to a time place
unfamiliar
forms take shape
spewing visible language in the air
i watch the symbols float
collide with rival strains
combine mutate into a soup of letters.
the voices become loud chaotic
polluting the air.
i dance until moisture becomes heavy
drops fall from the sky
drowning out the conversations.
i slowly walk to shelter
allow the cleanse to take place.
others shout envious misunderstandings
i ignore them
enjoy the moment
etch the memory into my brain.

Sep 25, 2011

versus

each person
looks at a blank page.
i scribble notes on the sheet.
each person
looks at a page.
the words differ from points of view.
i change the story
add details
omit truths
present sides of myself.
it's become an art
a con.
i sent doubles into the world
they keep me secure shielded
eyes ears everywhere
presenting themselves as me.
i wait for her
to see through the ghosts
assassinate them until i remain
but i know this is unfair
so i set out into the night
hunt versions of myself
erase them from the world
so when she sees me
she see me.

Sep 23, 2011

eight count

time and pressure won
left me on the canvas
defeated.
sparks light up the sky
a hum plays in the air
vision fades to black.

Sep 21, 2011

redefine

the american dream is not about
  a house
  white picket fence
  two point five kids
  a dog
  rising stocks
  having the latest and greatest.
we've lost our way
caught in a barrage of commercials.
the american dream is about
  doing what you love
  making a change
  helping people
  realizing your full potential
  leaving the earth in better standing.
we've lost our way.
i've turned off the tv
switched radio stations
looked to my fellow man
and said
  only we can control happiness
  times are hard
  but when are they not
  let's change perspectives
  and jump start the positive movement.

Sep 18, 2011

will the guns come out

it came to a point
where the new way of life
became normal.
the children stopped asking
only to replace it with another.
daytime was once sacred
but now
under the warmth of the sun
terror cuts through the air
sending all souls
to take cover
behind thin plates of sheet metal.

fast short long wave

in the vacuum of space
nothing travels
unless it hitches a ride on a string.
i bounce from train to train
making connections that connect
to other parts of the universe.
i settle for a blue green ball
that is both beautiful and hostile.
the brother from another planet
warned me about the american north.
they cut skin on based on skin
but the tragic kingdom is worth the journey
if you're able to survive
and laugh when the need to kill emerges.
i land with two feet smoking.
the sky tells me a message i can't decipher
so like any explorer
i take notes
observe walk taste the air
smell the life
watch the animals.
they speak to me
revealing histories of themselves
i pick a spot
sit
listen to their hearts.
a dialogue begins
between strangers
slowly understanding the other.


Sep 16, 2011

A Note: Give Me A Title

One day I challenged myself to write a poem a day. I started the process then stopped. During that short stint I pushed myself to write and came to the understanding that every word, sentence, or poem can't be a jewel. I'm going to write some lames, but it doesn't matter as long as I keep doing what I love to do. I've started version 2.0 of the poem a day journey. I set up reminders to write, but I don't beat myself up if I miss a day or two. I remind myself that it's fun to create even when I have to push myself. So now that I'm writing consistently I've expanded the scope to include posting on a consistent basis. I've been aggressive in posting and have seen the blog stats jump. It fills me with joy that people around this spinning rock are reading and enjoying my thoughts. (I'll get to the crayons and pictures later.) As I share with you, I ask that you share with me. If you give me a poem title, I'll write and post the poem (tagged as "give me a title). Leave what ever string of words you would like to become a poem in the comments of this post and I'll spin it into a poem. Thanks, I can't wait to see what you send!

P.S.
Don't be shy. That's the beauty of the web. You can voice your thoughts and stay hidden if you choose to, but do share.

Sep 14, 2011

swift

in the heavens
magical creatures congregate
amongst the clouds
they wax poetic
about the trials and tribulations
of the beings below
they observe heartache and pain.
in an attempt to heal the earth bound creatures
their consciousness takes physical forms.
crystals join together
each structure unlike the other
light reflects off it's sparking body.
once complete
these gifts
follow the wind to the earth.
unfortunately
with out ever knowing
we destroy them with every step
an unimaginable amount of diamonds
break beneath our feet
and all that goes through our mind
is the sweet sound of snow
collapsing in on itself.

Sep 9, 2011

the human experience

the human experience
a collage of contradictions
experiences on a collision coarse.
we fabricate realities
worlds built in the sky
on the backs of others.
we strive
for a better way of life
all paths differ like snowflackes
but are held together by a common thread
leading to the same place.

Sep 8, 2011

the crack show

the world is on fire
i light my cigarette with it
sit back relax
inhale exhale blue menthol smoke.
the flickers and sparks
sing sweet lullaby’s
putting me to sleep.
when i wake
the axis still spin
flames are in different locations
but the state of the world
is the same
it is stuck on the same channel.
those who wish not to miss the light show
record the madness
only to push off the viewing
to a day that doesn't exist.
i inhale exhale the menthol smoke
watch it all with a grin.

Sep 4, 2011

drifting on a star

we made a pact
years before time was defined.
you would drift
from the fixed point in space.
i would travel
return to you
with the reflection of the universe.

Sep 2, 2011

residual

i trade new and shine for time tested.
in a dream
she told me to be patient
not to focus
on the wind
lifting particles of sand.
i awoke
held on to the image of the meaning.
a minute later
everything is gone
except for a vague feeling
that no words can describe.
i string together after thoughts
hoping for a coherent
something to take shape.
nothing happens
it is lost beyond my reach.
i breathe slowly
as i become comforted
by the murky cloudy water.
darkness guides me towards the light
they play hide and seek
constantly changing my perspective.
she told me to be patient
i protest
hold the hand of recklessness.
we break up to make up.
i take comfort in the repetition
let all sides
balance each other out.

Aug 31, 2011

fragments

dead suns exist
in the shadow of light
gliding through space.
traces of actions
ripple
sending waves in all directions.
silence moves slowly
affecting everyone it touches.
i become a ghost of myself
disappearing before my eyes.
duplicates tip toe through the streets
we stay hidden
collect life
caught in snippets.
we meet in the war room
trade secrets
speak at the same time
until a single stream
forms from the many
bouncing off the walls of my head.

Aug 28, 2011

route

i argue
for an hour or two
to wake up
get out of bed
take a shower
eat
leave by a specific mark in time.
i warm the car
travel the same streets
locked in a pattern
battle morning personalities
rushing to nowhere special.
in the office
i make lemonade
a life sized board game
filled with humor and tragedy.
home again
my stomach passes a note to brain
imagination tells me what to eat.
negotiation and reconciliation
lasts a microsecond
then another routine begins.
in the meantime
i play in the silence
i play in my head
think of ways to create
new routines
to fight the boredom of
current routines.

Aug 27, 2011

suspend

rain falls
he doesn't move.
sheets of water
causes ordinaries
to run for shelter.
he takes in the scene
how it reflects his mood.
dirt and garbage
float down the block
mixing ingredients of filth.
one can never be clean
he laughs.
rushers ignore him.
he knows the risk
a case of melancholy
can cause
but the future doesn't exist.
he sticks to the present
observes the environment
allows thoughts
to play in the puddles.

Aug 24, 2011

cyclical

with each generation
the same words are spoken
by people who think
their words are the first.

Aug 21, 2011

young minds, curious thoughts

young minds
curious thoughts
lurk through dark places
bright spots
circle the charted
probe the unknown
mix past with present
into a retro neo blend.
white rabbits and lasers
guide the unintiated
into a world
void of fear.
any spark of imagination
can become reality
in a blink
stand the status quo
on it's head
to become
the new norm
sits on a temporary throne
made of the ashes
of adult thought.

Aug 19, 2011

run off

i remembered
the lessons from a night
that was filled
with mind altering drugs
intellectual life conversations
the battle between
hot and cold air fronts.
a key point
rattles in my brain
keep an eye ear
pressed to passing signals
to catch signs
then ride waves.
a lone die
acts as a signifier
pointing me to the signified
so i listen
to myself
the universe
like minded speeches
thoughts by friends
human road maps
leave packed bags on the floor
and keep it pushing.

Aug 18, 2011

untitled

i keep secrets
even from myself
i split them
between
friends and enemies
compartmentalize information
creeps into sectors
meant to be void of life.
corrupt data
implants an idea
deep within electrical circuits
liquid fireworks
dare to dream big
knock down the gates of self doubt
parade victory
on the shoulders
of the one who shall remain nameless.
all things meet at one point
connection messages
scream to be seen
i keep the audio on high
pick and choose
what i'll pay attention to.

Aug 16, 2011

A Note - Start & Stop

Start & Stop. I occassionally get caught in this cycle. At first it annoyed me, but I've learned that it is part of my process. There are two resutls from S&S. I either drop the project or put more energy into it to see it through completion. This is how I wake up in the morning. Never do I hear the alarm and jump out of bed. After the first bell an internal conversation starts; the negociation begins. Should I get up, should I sleep some more. Sometimes I fall back to sleep only to jump up and take off. This is my process and I'm learning to navigate it. When it comes to a project and I've S&S many times I re-evaluate it. It can be a sign that it's not right for this time or it just needs to be droppped and forgotten altogether. Things have become easier, less frustrating once I realized and accepted this practice. I now lean on it to see where my energies need to be focused. By learning my madness, I can use it to be productive and happy. And I'm all about that hapiness.

Aug 14, 2011

simple pleasures

toes in the cold water
the moon during the day
slow kiss on lips
melting crayons
ceremony of blowing purple smoke
unexpected conversations
nascar on sunday afternoons
sid the science kid
people watching
removal of dead skin
long hot showers
an empty movie theater
a woman's laughter from a distance
unplanned nights
lost change found
sunday without travel
a walk to nowhere
scribbling on wood.

Aug 12, 2011

the many

many
share a common bond
only to believe
they are the only one
to feel lonely
hardships struggle
they are the same
thinking they are different
unique special
isolated from the world
that surrounds
multiple states of consciousness.
if the many
start to talk
share experiences
they will quickly learn
the many are one.

Aug 10, 2011

the only

one
in a crowd
a sea of many
wishes to meet other
like minds
but the world
is submerged
with dominant and minority
constantly changing places.
so many
find themselves lost
wanting
to form bonds
indestructible by time
forged by shared experiences
thought prayer
so one
searches
meets one
finds ones
until one is many
and the one
outside the many
takes a journey
to look for one.

Aug 4, 2011

untitled

a snow flake
drifts
from a roof
away from its siblings.
the temperature increases
crystal structures weaken
change
wind blows
the wayward water
to a patch
that is quickly scooped
compacted
into a spherical missile.
for a minute
coldness breathes new life
due to its brethren
it becomes strong
solid
no longer
pieces break
on the face
of a five year old
who quickly drinks
remnants of solid water
made up of a million fingerprints.

Jul 31, 2011

ricochet

it ends
where it starts
with two eyes
looking into two eyes
focused on one
at a time
they read each other
decipher misinterpret
movements
flirt
hide the true self
protected by a representative.

Jul 29, 2011

cascade

i glide
the tip
of my finger
across
the plain
of your body.
i grab
your bottom lip
with teeth
moistened
by a curious
tongue.
i breathe
softly
on baby hairs
trap
sensations
travel to the brain.
heart beats
synchronize
race each other
colors
turn to
black and white.

Jul 27, 2011

untitled

day by day
items leave
in the cover
of darkness.
a lone idea
takes root
hopes to gather steam
a pandemic erupts
pushes thoughts
to action
when all is done
the room is empty
dust is left to roam
to collect uninterupted.

Jul 24, 2011

balance

the battle
of the cerebral
and the emotional
continues
every day
every hour
every minute
every second
neverending
human experience
is a walking talking thinking contradiction.

Jul 22, 2011

fire cracka

she left me speechless
wordless
my eyes stuck to her
thoughts carried her essence
her aim was impeccable
everywhere i went
a spark caused flashbacks
shattered my world to pieces
the sparkle in her eye
penetrated depths thought to be dried
untapped forgotten wilderness
the blaze engulfed everything
i stood with the chief
and said "let it burn".
i sifted through the ashes
as a child
firecrackers were lit
i would run away from the blast
find safety in shelter
as a man
i recognize the brilliance
run towards the storm
melt with her touch.

Jul 20, 2011

altered

in a skewed state of mind
the language became clear
it unfolded before my eyes
symbols morphed into understanding.
i became giddy from the revelation
all became clear
i treked into the depths
untaped the linguistic block
and watched as a new world
opened up for split second.

Jul 17, 2011

spit fire

when the clip is empty
rocks are thrown
to stay consistant
with the message
the lesson is learned
when repitition
bores a hole in the head.
glaciers move slow
carves stone into swiss cheese
creates a marvel for years to come.
endings don't exists
they slide into new beginings
only to continue
beyond the scope of vision.

Jul 16, 2011

filler

hunger sets in
but laziness stops all movement.
don't be disappointed
not all gems shine.
some need time and patience.
some just need to be thrown
down the sewer
swept out to sea
and get caught in plastic.

Jul 13, 2011

one source, two outcomes

in the center of white heat
friendships are forged
after cooling
they either flake
become brittle
shatter on impact
or band together
forming an element
stronger than the test of time.

Jul 10, 2011

extra

i spit phlegm on the street
party until the sun wakes
dance in my head
while i hold up the wall.
lava burns underwater
gas slithers to the surface
i look to the stars
and know my feet will touch the moon.
my agenda flows with water
ripples set the motion to fall asleep to.
warm flesh begs to be touched
the knighting gale whispers
an image that becomes a ghost.
a break in life issues
gives way to random streams of consciousness
rivers become wild
draining into the many oceans.
stone transforms into movement
but bullets put an end to their afterlife.
we stay silly
so i
play silly
dance silly
think silly
dream silly
party silly
smile silly
be silly
until it hurts.

flower



Jul 8, 2011

love is high school

years ago
puppy love ran rampant
in halls staircases classrooms.
it was simple
only when you look back at it.
uncomplicated love
issues easily forgotten forgiven
the true meaning
elusive from the blind.
now jaded
unable to wade through dog shit
i wait for the real
up and down
anticipate that first argument
to see
how we handle it grow survive
the flames of life.

Jul 7, 2011

equations

boy needs girl
artist needs time
man needs woman
crackhead needs crack
prince needs princess
stripper needs pole
king needs queen
pimp needs ho
i need you.

Jul 6, 2011

A Note

It's been a hot minute since I wrote a note. I don't know what I'm going to say, so I'll start with what I'm watching; "So You Think You Can Dance". I'm playing judge and want to slap the audience for booing. I don't know why people get offended when they hear constructive criticism. If you're only fed what you want to hear, you don't learn. TV and people annoy me but I can't live without either. This is my attempt to write something coherent, but I've failed. Here's a new tactic. Each line will be a random thought. Evertything can't be a winner. I have no more thoughts. End of Transmission.

Jul 5, 2011

lost in lose

i play to win
so in essence
i play to lose
life dishes out more
loses than wins
that is why
when a victory occurs
it is overwhelming joy
happy feet giggle
a dance occurs in my heart.
when the tide reverses
luck runs out
snake eyes reflect my image
i sink to the depths of the abyss
look to the sky and search
for the shining glimmer of hope
and wait for another win.
in the mean time
i wander the caves
explore the despair
pain becomes normal
and i crave it once it vanishes.
solitude wraps its arms
rocks me to sleep.
lighting breaks the darkness
briefly showing
the contours of my surrounding.
there are times
i stop looking up
days go by weeks
moisture from the clouds soak my clothes.
the cave fills
drinking water
becomes swimming water
lifting my feet from the ground
i doggy paddle towards
a bright speck in the sky.

Jul 1, 2011

discipline in solitude

the easy way
is to commit a crime
land in jail
then spaz out
with a plastic knife
to get placed in a box
meals fed through a tray slot.
inhale the stale concrete air
for 23 hours a day
the mind reflects on itself
learning begins
understanding forgiveness takes root
out of the dim cocoon
a new life shapes
enters the world wide eyed.
that's one half of the extreme.
many of us fall in the middle
being pulled in all directions
not allowed to be still.
the art of slowing time
sits on a dusty bookshelf
there are notes
scribbled by an eager soul
on chapters
the courage to say no to others
and the ability to seek comfort in silence.
off to the side
on the other side of a wall
a park sits idle
listening to the sounds
of humans talking.

Jun 29, 2011

seven digits

there was a time
i could rattle off
a series of numbers
that connected me to you.
they where locked in my head
exercised by repetition.
no matter where i went
i could pick up a receiver
and touch your voice with my ear.
my words would jump around
and land on your plate to consume.
times have changed
and i've become lazy
reliant on technology
erasing information from my own super computer.
now i type the first two letters of your name
into a phone smarter than its predecessors
and you pop up
ready to receive my decibels.
if i were to lose this handheld
i would be lost
fall back on technology other than my own
with an email begging for your math.
i've tried to get back
into the art of memorizing digits
but i slip back into the comfort of ones and zeros.

Jun 28, 2011

lav

life as vacation
that's the master plan.
as in god love money happiness
there are various ways
to a singular point.
i'll find my way
you'll find your way
only if we remember
to live like it is a vacation
so that we are never dissapointed
when we go back to work.

invisible




Jun 24, 2011

why

i'm becoming allergic to that word.
it's a knee jerk reaction to know
why things happen the way they do
why events crumble
why people act and react.
we just want to know why
the earth spins
keeping us tethered to the ground.
i like to know things
what makes them tick
watch people and their subtle movements
but i've come to a point
where knowing why doesn't matter.
with certain un-foldings
i stop the gears before they start
because i know
whatever conclusion
out of the infinite scenarios i run
is most likely wrong.
i've chosen to conserve my energy
and became a fan of the phrase "shit happens".

Jun 22, 2011

six minute poem

a flurry of thoughts and nothingnesss
floods my head.
only a few words make it through the process.
i tick down the time
to force the reason of the work stoppage.
the television distracts me again
but it's turned into more lines of code.
not the best not the worst
i keeps the fingers moving
in order for the gears to stay oiled.
three minutes later
i am half way done
so i slow poke to the finish line
or better yet
i stop and let the finish line come to me.
i've abused the philosophy
work smarter not harder.
i won't tell if you won't.

Jun 20, 2011

talk the talk, walk the walk

i snatch the words
out of the air
stretch them bend them
flatten them
until they fit the groves of my feet.

blue green



Jun 17, 2011

untitled

the words don't want to leave
they've burrowed in my head
an inch from the surface.
i have no detection
they sit
hiding in plain sight.
i am unable to dig them up
so i wait
for the wind to blow the top soil.

Jun 15, 2011

suicide

at one point
it has entered your mind
spun wheels
because it is the easy way
to seek rest peace.
we are not built for easy.
in order to laugh
experience joy and pleasure
pain and hardship must tag along.
i hate that aspect of life
but understand it.
i've sat in a car
contemplated to end existence
to escape this world by my hands
but i love the game too much
i love the pleasure pain of humanity
i love the creativity of man
the possibilities and adventures it brings.
i'm too curious to leave prematurely
so i will wait
for it to claim me
then i can rest peacefully in the stars
but until that day
i will fight love and grow.

Jun 13, 2011

winter beef

broken pages lay in a hospital bed
whispering to author,
he is next on my list.
i sharpen bic knives
on the bodies of dead poets.
my serial days are in flight,
any word uttered
any letter pushed to pad
any thought materialized in a poet’s head
i’m hunting
author’s who dare to write.
i murdered fourteen letters of the alphabet
so the remaining
only spell my name.
i eat evidence
and lie to scribes.
one poet gets slick
speaks in mixed tongues,
i bite it off
tear up the dictionary,
disassemble its structure
and drown poets
in an inch of water.

swirl

Jun 10, 2011

skin on skin

under the moon
beasts ran rampant
during the witching hour.
her flesh was on display
bathed in the accelerant.
he connected fingers
and let them be his eyes.
the night was for the young.
old men watched the festival
reminisce on yester year
smiled and winced
at the world they created.
the youth know this to be true
somewhere down
the line of sight is lost.
the one with the shattered hand
decided to walk
take stock of his surroundings.
he limped through the ravine
watched the lighting bugs dance
waited for an imaginary street light to flicker on.
he thought all things in life are odd
remembered what her skin felt like
how smooth it was
as the foam engulfed them.
he stood there stuck in time
as the moon kept light on his path to follow.

my own quiet

to myself i talk 
questions and comments are hurled
i don't respond
play into the stitches
sewn through lips
ignoring me
seems to be the answer
for the short term
because i care not to hear the truth.

Jun 5, 2011

rush

i sit
wait patiently
stare at the keyboard
tap my brain
listen to the echo
to see what bounces back.
nothing happens.
i sit back
watch tv
turn the brain off
drift into the abyss.
a spark sets off a chain reaction.

Jun 3, 2011

elixer

the first word to pop into my head
sounds elegant
friends with
liquid potato
tells death's cousin to work her magic.
mysteries play on the not so silver screen.
above my head
an animal scurries across the room
it's a new familiar sound
the ingredients of a recent addition
but in a few i will flee to the unknown.
another train runs through the tunnel
and i watch the lines and length.
i'll pump junk on the corner
until the diamonds shine
i hold a baker's dozen in pocket
recite verses of a past life
but those believe it was just a dream
or is it me who tells me so.
i care not for punctuation

Jun 2, 2011

grown

a high price is paid
sometimes without notice.
the realization of life
and what it means
circles the sky
keeping a watchful eye.
at its core
it tells us to keep quiet
and to walk the walk
but we don't listen
and talk above the faint message.
caught in the shining light
the message glides the earth
for those listening
it says:
     your choice,
     suppress the inner child
     or to listen to it's rants.

May 29, 2011

who said what

a dream told me
what i already knew.
god
a god
gods
reside in us
without a word
its presence is silent
undetected
its influence tugs pulls guides
the personalities and voices bouncing around our heads.
i awoke
replayed the story
god is
in me
in you
that is why
we created
in our image
and in some cases
our imagination.

May 28, 2011

illusion

frame
plus blurry picture
equals art

May 27, 2011

A Note

I've been missing in action for a minute and it's been a hot minute since I wrote A Note.  I went on a trip and to some degree I traveled to the past.  For a few days I visited and caught up with people that have known me for double digits.  It was a hell of a party.  I kept to one of my life missions and created new exciting unforgettable memories.  And for three days the smile did not leave my face.  I'm back in the future present and life has kicked me in the head.  It has kicked everyone in the head and I wonder what keeps us standing.  I really don't know.  Now, back to your regularly scheduled poetry.

May 14, 2011

windows

i walk the streets of los angeles
peer through moving windows
to see what they are watching
notice their mood body language
they "multi-task" ignoring the responsibility
caught between fingers
i contact the eyes
away from the coffee phone music daydream.
the rolling structure is a second home
a refection of our internal external state of being
it possesses the illusion of power
to those who are willing to fall prey.
i intrude on the lives of others
that pass me at forty miles an hour.
i slow time and take a snap shot of
the driver passenger kid in the back seat
create a caption fitting the mood
and keep the rhythm of my feet synced to my pod.

May 11, 2011

short sleeve

because
it doesn't
and shouldn't
take long sentences
to get to the point.

humanity

if we look
into the eyes of others
and see ourselves
then why are we quick to
judge and hate?

May 10, 2011

fits

i have episodes
where the world implodes.
i'm in the center
trying to hold gravity in place
then all gets caught
sucked into a black hole.
the witching hour
i should be asleep
but something tugs
at the uncharted frontier
of my mindscape.
from a distanace
i stand on a makeshift mountain
composed of outdated versions of me.
they all point to the same spot
so i listen and look between
two globs of water.
an unclear future magnifies.
my companion tells me to stop thinking and go.

May 7, 2011

man down

dark skin turns pale
lips dry
crack like desert soil
when hit with a wave of heat.
energy tries to jump start itself
but the body doesn't move
it sits parked
waiting for a miracle.
in the meantime
the mind remains in tact
held prisoner to the failing body.
all that is needed
is a slice of shade
thimble of h2o
a touch of mist
on the forehead
but these simple things
are too much to ask
when all the eyes see
a tan yellow haze wasteland.

May 4, 2011

conflicting thoughts of a man child

i dip a toe
in the tip of the ocean
carbonated sea water
bubbles around piggies.
i watch the waves
crash into its cousin
and imagine
myself gliding in the spiral.
a voice
of reason tells me
i must first learn to swim.
the child responds
as a child would respond
and i agree with the child.
feet first in the deep end.
that's how i roll
and now
i must take my own advise.

May 1, 2011

last year's interesting negro

sits off to the side
looks out a window
vison caught between
the reflective image
and life passing outside.

Apr 29, 2011

fade

we get caught
in the illusion of time.
there is too much of it
or not enough.
when we're not looking
precious sands slip through fingers.

Apr 28, 2011

lost steam

somewhere along the line
drive tapered off
motivation decreased
focus got stuck in the mud.
it struggled to break free
days trolled by
and all of the habits
that make me successful
fell by the waist side.
the cycle begins again
and i commit to new and old friends.
i tell my inner voice
to step my game up.
only time will tell
if i listen to myself.

Apr 23, 2011

live stream

technology does not lift us out of poverty
life collides in an articulated worm
it glides the surface
the curious and bored
look in and out.
toleration levels are high
until the straw lands
this leaves each experience
a gamble
all will play
when they stop on the stop.
the lost feeling of a city returns
uneven pavement
puts hostility to sleep
it lulls the beasts
to think of other things.
add random thought here.

Apr 21, 2011

history of a hand

have you
wondered where a hand
has traveled
a minute hour prior
to reaching you?
what has it touched
activities it participated in
smells and memories it carries?
each hand
has a routine
habits it must abide.
it roams the earth
experiencing
one touch at a time.
it transports an invisible story
of leisure and pain
a secret language forms
textures build
mannerisms are imprinted
then it touches yours
the process of exchange
begins or repeats.
what tale can your hand tell?

Apr 17, 2011

it never forgets

the picture of you
shit faced
holding two bears
while balancing a cigarette between lips
jumps from a friend's phone
catches a facebook current
only to be tagged and bagged
copied chopped and screwed
is how you feel
after it's deleted
but multiplied by cut and paste.

Apr 15, 2011

thrust

i love sexy pussy.
she stalks her prey
gives then takes
fucks with my mind.
she smiles
she knows the art of subtle movements.
her pheromones sneak
from panties to nostril.
i interpret the signals
put forth a vision.
she sits on my face
rides twirls
thinks she runs the show
but i pull
from the back
her body heat increases
hit her spots
spin a tongue
to fuck her world.
now when guys ask
what you taste like
you'll remember
that i know the answer
and made you taste
the taste of you.

Apr 10, 2011

shadow dance (pt.5 fin)

a slight stutter reveals vulnerability.
when he taps the raw emotion
i coach him in his first steps
he stumbles
nearly falls
but stands straight.
i caress his face
his eyes smile
tells me exactly what's in his heart.

Apr 8, 2011

shadow dance (pt.4)

her scent lingers.
i sit in a train
watch the stops melt into a my reflection.
traces of her face
come to the surface
her morning voice says "hi"
then tries to hold in a smile
i take in her beauty
and run my lips over hers.
someone bumps me
breaks my thought
fragments of the morning
help to brush away
the crush of rush hour.

untitled

the sun
minus the stars
equals
something in between.

Apr 6, 2011

shadow dance (pt.3)

the body never lies
neither her laugh nor her smile.
we surrender to now
the conspiracy of success
takes our hands in a loving embrace.

Apr 3, 2011

untitled

why do boys
play war
run around
shoot imaginary bullets
flank the enemy for a kill shot?
when bullets fly and bombs drop
tears flow from eyes.
the truth comes out
the brutality
of the real game.
they cling to momma
fists clench tight on her thigh.
their cries blend
with the nearly departed
little boys shut their eyes
to the grown up world
they wanted to be a part of.

Mar 31, 2011

shadow dance (pt.2)

she told me her secrets
and like i promised
i forgot them at the end of the conversation
but i kept the seed
in order to navigate her inner workings.
she read me like a book
revealing myself to me
i sat watched the show of my life
pass by in small colorful square pixels.
i dreamt of a fantasy
and she agreed take part in the show.
in the dressing room
we heard the audience talk.
we said not a word to each other
and to this day
it is one of our memorable conversations.

Mar 30, 2011

music with johnnie

i have imaginary conversations
with various parts of myself.
there is a backlog in my appointment book.
some i push to the side
but i always find room for johnnie.
we walk all over the city
people watch
paint possible stories of what we see.
alone in a room
visions of blue smoke haunt me
these memories go hand in hand
but i had to kill one before it killed me.
life choices.
the warmth burns my chest
melodies and harmonies sink into one another.
i stop breathe then start again.
time ticks
the session closes to an end
until the next time i push myself to explore myself.
a quarter glass turns into an empty glass
this is how two becomes one.
heat radiates through the crushed sand
while i play with its naked body
i wonder where my friend went.

shadow dance (pt.1)

she didn't say a word
just looked at me.
her brown eyes connected with mine
and i knew i would enjoy the journey.

experiment XT.12

Mar 28, 2011

5-7-5

late night hooded thoughts
insomnia sleeps today
the sky falls silent.

passage

i sit with a gentleman named jack
he picks my thoughts
a solid wall breaks
crumbles
and i spill thoughts.
a few days ago
the radio spoke
i listened
to a similar story.
young men in chicago face death
pride fear bullet wounds
lost friends found in the cemetery.
i was lucky
scraped the surface of the life
avoided being pulled under
suffocated.
someone spoke
said we lack a ritual for boys to become men.
this is true.
i flashed back to a younger version
and remembered for a time
i felt like i missed out
felt that it was normal to be shot
a rite of passage.
to this day
it creeps up
spins its twisted web.

Mar 24, 2011

city as a canvas

people dart in out of its details.
for some reason
they think talent creativity escaped.
false starts discouraged the spirit
who do you tell your dreams to?
they bounce around the head
cannibalized by thoughts
beaten by others
who are too scared to dream
think big
go hard.
if dreams are kept secret
they will die an untimely death.
who do you tell your dreams to
who do you open yourself to
share in the light of you
to see exposed vulnerable parts of you?
the twinkle in your eye shines for a reason
thoughts try to force its way out mouth
for a reason.
drop the draw bridge
grant them safe passage
to the safety of the ones you trust.

Mar 20, 2011

play to lose

i think in terms of
war
business
and a mixture of life.
i can get lost on tangents
play in the weeds
talk until the teens revolt.
to know the limit
you must push it
push it passed itself
in order to create a new limit
strengthen the fear muscle.
in a dimly light back staircase
i shoot dice in a urine stained corner.
the click clack echoes in the school yard chamber.
they sing to me
telling me fear is good
excitement to keep learning
keep growing
allow fear to dance with me
on my adventures.
it's a love hate relationship
but i know it is needed
to keep balance
perspective
so i encourage fear
to keep singing it's beautiful song
and it encourages me to keep rolling the dice.

riley

the index itches for action.
american me watches scarface
hustles for the dollar
models behavior after all the great
thieves.
mischief of self interest consumes me
and i enjoy every minute of it.
i care for
happiness wealth
the future of the rising king.
i laugh never showing the sadness
in my eyes to the world.
pain and hate push love out the door
allowing me to pursue the american dream.

huey

i sit back
analyze spheres of influence
comments stick
move thoughts
cause ideas to shift and change.
the image of me
displays the young conflicted revolutionary
ready to pull the index
ready to lead
ready to set fires
ready to be hated
ready to be feared
ready to be a target
ready to give up
and let the world tear itself apart.
eh, why bother to put myself on the line
no one cares to listen
or to step outside their world of drama.
the revolution was televised
and was canceled due to poor ratings.

Mar 13, 2011

carry out

me you
you me
me you
all night
from across the room
i circle collecting intelligence.
my eyes speak of my intentions
the devil grins
let imagination run wild.
i watch failed attempts
take notes
retreat to the storm
then send weapons of mass destruction
to moisten you
soften your walls.
the whirlpool pulls you closer to me
i listen to your heart
beating faster
you try to control it
deep breaths
but that too tells me
the time is right.

Mar 12, 2011

crab lion

i don't know what's happening.
there use to be a happy ignorance surrounding it
keeping it at bay
now i'm conscious and can't decode the meaning.
people had to jog my memory of the upcoming event
now it pops up without warning
reminds me of its visit.
it doesn't bring dread or fear
i'm just curious why it decided to stay surface
maybe to remind me to step on the pedal
take no shorts or prisoners
to grab this world in a choke hold
think big go hard have fun
but those are the positives
the inspiring.
there is a dark side
and i purposefully do not look at it .
if uneasiness comes then it comes
no need to put energy into negative.
i like positive and the color pink
with yellow being a close runner up.
in the meantime and for all time
i'll continue to ask questions
that will lead to answers and more questions
this debate will last until the last breath
an ongoing conversation until it arrives disappears
then returns a year later
and the year after that
and the year after that
and the year after that...

Mar 9, 2011

rain weather

it's trying to remind me.
the force of invisible energy
throws itself against trees
creating the illusion of waves
meeting moist sand
the conversation makes its way back to my consciousness.
she looked at the sky, shivered
and asked if it was to rain
i said no
but then again i don't pay attention to the reports.
it never rains in socal
so i ignore anything weather related
in the off chance sunny skies turn grey and wet
i shrug my shoulders
sometimes you hit snake eyes.
she shivered and said it looks like rain weather
we departed and i looked to the sky
purple orange pushed into blue's territory
the wind kicked up and i agreed
it is rain weather
but like everything in this world
i won't believe it until i see it.

Mar 6, 2011

left for dead

countless times
i abandoned creativity
left it to collect dust
in the caves of my inner thoughts.
its body lay on the streets
spectators watch the carnage
happy it's not them
they keep it moving
stepping over the chalk outline
of my imagination.
the safety protocol kicks in
after an unset period of time
one persistent line
rises from the mud
sticks itself into the ear drum
and bangs until i listen.
so i pay attention
regroup
focus on the routines that make me successful
then i shake off complacency
and get back to work.

Feb 21, 2011

A Note

It's been a while since I posted a poem or video. I was caught up in life. I forgot that I have the power to slow time. We all have this power. We can freeze time, tell the world to wait while we gather our thoughts. It takes effort and determination to tell the world to stop. And because it is easy to lose concentration there are plenty of times when the world wraps us around its finger. When this happens time flies, we lose contact with friends, and we don't do the things we intend to do. Life got its arms around me and swept me away. I enjoyed the ride then casted a spell to slow it down.

water spills

i share nothing
a closed book
on a table
liquids race
to soak into strands of wooden fiber.
the conversation stops at the front door
sand bags redirect information
movement hypnotizes the poet
the poet hypnotizes the reader
the reader hypnotizes the listener
i let silence speak for me.
abstract images find a hidden playground
joy surrounds still water
under the surface
a child floats in the womb
imagination flourishes under constraints
so i settle to the depths
play in the silt.
moist castles crumble with a shift in the tide
we night ride
cause confusion
let the masses misinterpret our message
the chosen spoken few
carry the torch for us
our ambassadors
take the form of political assassins
bipolar personalities play the role of mediator
the open road disintegrates into desert plains
objects fall but bounce off of the ripples
i loner sit observing
the social dynamics of the group
then retreat back to the depths of an isolated kingdom.

Feb 9, 2011

salute

we are not soldiers
but we are brothers in arms.
unspoken salutes
pass between strangers.
outsiders ask if we know the passerby
the answer is always no
but we do know him
we know each other
we know what awaits us outside
even though we may be one
at any given moment
when one sees the other
a moment of solidarity
turns a head nod into a complex conversation.
time tends to wash the past away
so we pass the code to the younger generation
without their knowledge
and one day they too will pass
nod to a stranger
and both will understand the greeting
the message the history the strength
of who we are.

Feb 6, 2011

obscure

santana jumps off the cliff
does he fall or fly
the next panel shows the results
half empty or full
fisticuffs breaks onto the hip hop scene
headphones are turned up
this is what happens when you try to jump start
inspiration stalls but all is forgiven
like the night when a years worth of thoughts
becomes reality in a small room
the goal is to ship product
no quality no rhyme nor reason
just dropping random thoughts on the screen
to see if anyone notices the stench.

Feb 2, 2011

we night ride

the sun disappears
runs from we villains
who step out into the day.

grins of white light the way
creative thoughts paint the town
move mountains of people
change culture and society.
the fight
is taken to the hearts and minds
we shadow box under street lamps
car headlights dimming neons.
all is fought
until there is nothing else to fight
then we fight the nothing.

we villains slip into the cover
the sun peaks its eye
to make sure it is safe to shine.

Jan 29, 2011

dirty water

white noise fills the room
people speak louder to be heard
the bottom floor
rises with the tide.
five rocks float in water
becoming each other's keeper.
the lack of vision slows all
memories please get out of my head
ten feet tall burnt matches
look for a spark.
ready to smoke
kerosene fluids leak on themselves
under the night's eye
layers of illusion are stripped down
cycles repeat every weekend
waiting for liquids to soak
in polyester cotton blends.

Jan 26, 2011

versus

a low intensive war is being waged
early bird night owl
clash for resources
i'm caught in the middle
stretched thin
hoping to appease both sides
but they tug and push
leaving me reckless and sporadic
i use both of them for my petty desires
knowing the loser is me
deprived of sleep
anxious to recharge batteries
i continue to play both sides
and they continue to play me.

Jan 21, 2011

progression

i look out the window
watch mechanized life move.
a few decibels make it through melted sand
ancient patterns form
i've noticed names and faces
a gray asterisk softly blinks
noting they no longer belong to the earth
life removed from existence.
i move back in time
and remember this has happened before
it started with things and places
changing into something new
or disappearing to memory.
my mind scatters
i debate whether or not to leave the puzzle on the floor.

Jan 16, 2011

a thought

i've been away for a long time.

those words drift in the air
set off a chain reaction to the listeners
they dig deep
bypassing the plain text
one spark leads to another
the day passes
a voice reminds me to remember
so i repeat
i've been away for a long time
stories outlines scenarios develop
as i drive
sand blows onto the road
stops traffic
tumble weeds mock me then leave
all forms of my world disappear
i sit in my car looking out to the wild west
in all its golden splendor
the earth shakes
the dashboard lights up
a mechanical voice counts down from a minute
what was once know as earth
disintegrates before my eyes
t minus ten seconds
my spaceship pumps fresh air into the capsule
and i'm off
past the sun towards the deep vacuum of space
onto the newly constructed hyperspace bypass.

Jan 12, 2011

raspberry kisses

the lights dim
silhouettes hide and seek
cat eyes take hold of the zebra
fahrenheit rises
the baby face disappears
a beast emerges
inflicts pleasure pain to all senses
dull pressure is applied
followed by teeth pinching skin
human voices turn into unnamed animals
until little deaths fill the air.

Jan 9, 2011

cascade

i'm in no mood
have no energy
for anything.

not even rest
can save me
it can not put me at ease
recharge the battery.

a state of uneasiness
clouds my head
and i brace
for the storm
that is about come.

Jan 6, 2011

sleep

it sneaks
wraps its arms around you
disappears when you wake.
the more you try to remember
it slips away from memory
leaving snippets of
steps
running up
awareness of broken reality
joy
lucid
exploring a make believe environment
then it returns
powerful enough
to put you back to sleep from dreaming.

Jan 2, 2011

A Note

We tend to make plans and promises to ourselves around the new year. We gather up our mojo and proclaim that we will make big changes. Then we don't and repeat the cycle year after year. I stopped making New Year's Resolutions years ago. If we want to do something or make a change it falls on our shoulders to do so. I recognize when I get into a funk and spend time in the playground of procrastination. The trick is to determine how long to stay in that space, enjoy it, then move on to getting things done. I've delayed The Collection S Videos for a few months. I was scared. I'm still scared, but I enjoy poetry. And I made a promise to myself to do the things that I love. So here we go, something for your ears: The Collection S Videos. Sometimes we just need to jump into the deep end.