the garden down below carries riches
small black birds beneath the basin
fall white snow leaves
shimmer of silver metal
together together
i can't help but modify
breaking even
that's where the tide comes in
closer and closer to my towel
the sun shimmers on the water
and surfers dance and fall
over the glistening mother
holding her mound
like a baseball player
and the small lonesome
fearful of crashing waves
slowly gets closer to fear
until it becomes fun
how come you wait so long
to speak
because I love to feel you kicking first
then I know you want me
to be free
Minimum of one dose of poetry a day for one year proves to keep all ailments of psychological and spiritual nature at bay. Dr. Melai
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Eating Past Time
oh past I eat you up
like frozen guava
stilled water
a night of nurture
and spooky fixations
on oh past
at my throat
you lurk with
gripping hands
and softer sensations
alarming me
to a present haste
a present tense
a finer taste
Oh past
like frozen guava
stilled water
a night of nurture
and spooky fixations
on oh past
at my throat
you lurk with
gripping hands
and softer sensations
alarming me
to a present haste
a present tense
a finer taste
Oh past
Friday, October 14, 2011
Morning Slippers
there came a day when I walked in and out
and the blessings of the wind
carried me further than I had ever imagined
It spoke of every crumb that passed into my mouth
and digested its way down
to the belly of fire
within my heart
it flamed and wandered so aimlessly
that the whole of my existence
became a 3 dimensional mat
and I wondered so hard
of something that was not here
and eventually
over time
all of a sudden
it was here
in front of me
and I could not hold it
or touch it
but it touched me regardless
and held me regardless
Saturday, September 3, 2011
after midnight princesses:
pine
for a new bed
to turn over
red in passage
of blushing questions
a queen sized
beauty rest
plucked
of old stains
& ripe roses
it will clear itself
as a new bed
is delivered
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hands Together Hands Apart
These words speak nothing close to what I wish for...
Skipping over
My hands
They write
Many hands
They write
Many hands
Write where
We go
Riding together
Many hands
We write together
In unison
Many hands
Ride together in unison
We write
In unison
My hands
In unison
We ride
Together
In unison
We write
And write
And write
In unison
Many hands
Ride together
In unison
Ride alone
Skipping over
My hands
They write
Many hands
They write
Many hands
Write where
We go
Riding together
Many hands
We write together
In unison
Many hands
Ride together in unison
We write
In unison
My hands
In unison
We ride
Together
In unison
We write
And write
And write
In unison
Many hands
Ride together
In unison
Ride alone
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Monarch
I'm in a car with 2 others
male and female
A large Monarch butterfly flies onto the windshield!
It is huge and beautiful! It's body is big!
It has a beak like a weapon!
The beak falls off... it is soft underneath.
My window is slightly open and it tries to get in...
I am in awe and slightly fearful of this Monarch because I don't know it's intentions.
The man in my car punches it in the face and I am appalled!
-----
The Monarch body is in a white cloth bag.
It's been beaten and is lying on the ground...
I take the bag and begin to caress it's body - furry and colorful - giving it life and love.
It's body is warm...
It is coming to life...
male and female
A large Monarch butterfly flies onto the windshield!
It is huge and beautiful! It's body is big!
It has a beak like a weapon!
The beak falls off... it is soft underneath.
My window is slightly open and it tries to get in...
I am in awe and slightly fearful of this Monarch because I don't know it's intentions.
The man in my car punches it in the face and I am appalled!
-----
The Monarch body is in a white cloth bag.
It's been beaten and is lying on the ground...
I take the bag and begin to caress it's body - furry and colorful - giving it life and love.
It's body is warm...
It is coming to life...
Friday, February 11, 2011
Complex Reflection
A gentle breeze
enters morning
in her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow
ENTER MORNING
2 doctors leave
this complex
where sick people live
Rest, they say
We need rest.
EXIT MORNING
to quicken their step
she dives into
a shallow pool
her cry for help
drives away the doctors
they seek rest
from the complex
where sick people live
Where is the beauty in my words?
SHE ENTERS MOURNING
HER WORDS ARE DEAD
Her car hidden
behind a tree
Her favorite place
to park
Please don't ask if it's allowed to be there.
She wishes not to be moved
GOOD MORNING!
GOOD MOURNING!
HERE
they are tired
they want to take a break
from her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow
HEAR
where sick people live
enters morning
in her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow
ENTER MORNING
2 doctors leave
this complex
where sick people live
Rest, they say
We need rest.
EXIT MORNING
to quicken their step
she dives into
a shallow pool
her cry for help
drives away the doctors
they seek rest
from the complex
where sick people live
Where is the beauty in my words?
SHE ENTERS MOURNING
HER WORDS ARE DEAD
Her car hidden
behind a tree
Her favorite place
to park
Please don't ask if it's allowed to be there.
She wishes not to be moved
GOOD MORNING!
GOOD MOURNING!
HERE
they are tired
they want to take a break
from her complex
where pools are
gated and calm
crystal clear and
surprisingly shallow
HEAR
where sick people live
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Boomerang
I bubbled with determination to meet love's words.
That determination melted into my forehead releasing pressure fumes that intoxicated my sorrows to sleep.
As they traveled through my body of being, I traveled closer to the breath of Truth, embraced by a heartbeat I once thought was mine.
But soon realized it was the beat of the world- ALL worlds - ONE world - YOUR world - OUR world.
I felt shakey with pinholes tempting tears to vaporize my heart into the atmosphere and embrace all of you so NEAR and FAR. Just an innocent longing. Elmo said it, so can I.
I sunk into an aisle of dreams and confession- drifted and woke in a daze of little nudges of priced time trying to furrow my brow.
But the intoxication of the WORD fume LOVE fume kept me strictly in embrace and I let it.
I looked around startling myself with acknowledgement of the multitude of complex planets revolving with each other as in dance and I began to fall in love with each.
That one in our solar path awaiting a next call in line and a partner to return. That one full of feeling, of love, capable of worlds within world. How beautiful my heartbreak!
That one working so hard, with a female professionalism, mask of competence and a vein of motherhood and strength. Oh she can be tender to love and feel all worlds as I do! I'm in love.
That young planet boy, development immersed in curiousity, freshness, and raw emotion, hidden emotion- oh how you will suprise yourself as I suprise myself. You feel all too! Don't deny it!
All you stranger planets so close to me my heart- if you ever knew that our worlds are as one and I love you knowing we know not of each other, except in the deepest reveal and bareness of void. We see in the dark that our love is stronger than any of those nudges of self-conscious culprits carried on our shoulder whispering numb smoke of across our hearts and our eyes.
I was so startled to find You- once again in my breath and beat.
That determination melted into my forehead releasing pressure fumes that intoxicated my sorrows to sleep.
As they traveled through my body of being, I traveled closer to the breath of Truth, embraced by a heartbeat I once thought was mine.
But soon realized it was the beat of the world- ALL worlds - ONE world - YOUR world - OUR world.
I felt shakey with pinholes tempting tears to vaporize my heart into the atmosphere and embrace all of you so NEAR and FAR. Just an innocent longing. Elmo said it, so can I.
I sunk into an aisle of dreams and confession- drifted and woke in a daze of little nudges of priced time trying to furrow my brow.
But the intoxication of the WORD fume LOVE fume kept me strictly in embrace and I let it.
I looked around startling myself with acknowledgement of the multitude of complex planets revolving with each other as in dance and I began to fall in love with each.
That one in our solar path awaiting a next call in line and a partner to return. That one full of feeling, of love, capable of worlds within world. How beautiful my heartbreak!
That one working so hard, with a female professionalism, mask of competence and a vein of motherhood and strength. Oh she can be tender to love and feel all worlds as I do! I'm in love.
That young planet boy, development immersed in curiousity, freshness, and raw emotion, hidden emotion- oh how you will suprise yourself as I suprise myself. You feel all too! Don't deny it!
All you stranger planets so close to me my heart- if you ever knew that our worlds are as one and I love you knowing we know not of each other, except in the deepest reveal and bareness of void. We see in the dark that our love is stronger than any of those nudges of self-conscious culprits carried on our shoulder whispering numb smoke of across our hearts and our eyes.
I was so startled to find You- once again in my breath and beat.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
5 Million Dollar Chandelier in a Cave
We stood
around a circular well
Dew drops fell
upon our tongue
As we spoke
of our day
Our hardships
Our fortunes
fell upon our tongue
and traveled to
a circular well
where a 5 million dollar chandelier
resides in a cave
We stood
with open arms
awaiting our twin voice
to fall
onto our tongue
As we spoke
of our day
Looking across
My twin voice
Resides in a cave
Looking above
The whites of your eyes
Reflect pure asking
a 5 million dollar chandelier
in a cave
Looking below
Our feet in mid-air
No ground
But a circular well
Where dew drops
fall from our twin voice
as above...
around a circular well
Dew drops fell
upon our tongue
As we spoke
of our day
Our hardships
Our fortunes
fell upon our tongue
and traveled to
a circular well
where a 5 million dollar chandelier
resides in a cave
We stood
with open arms
awaiting our twin voice
to fall
onto our tongue
As we spoke
of our day
Looking across
My twin voice
Resides in a cave
Looking above
The whites of your eyes
Reflect pure asking
a 5 million dollar chandelier
in a cave
Looking below
Our feet in mid-air
No ground
But a circular well
Where dew drops
fall from our twin voice
as above...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Gingko Nuts
When earth opened up
and belched lava
the molten flow
blanketed the land
where forests stood
The trees
green and wet
No oxygen present
to permit them to burn
So they turned to stone.
She cradled the weight
as if her own
He carried the stone
as if his own
everywhere she taught
the weight of stone
as if her own
everywhere he taught
the weight of lift
as if his own
No oxygen present
to permit them to burn
So they turned to stone.
the earth opened up
and belched lava
lifting the stone in heat
a wet blanket fell
as if from nowhere
steam arose
as if from nowhere
everywhere
we are taught
the trees
green and wet
and belched lava
the molten flow
blanketed the land
where forests stood
The trees
green and wet
No oxygen present
to permit them to burn
So they turned to stone.
She cradled the weight
as if her own
He carried the stone
as if his own
everywhere she taught
the weight of stone
as if her own
everywhere he taught
the weight of lift
as if his own
No oxygen present
to permit them to burn
So they turned to stone.
the earth opened up
and belched lava
lifting the stone in heat
a wet blanket fell
as if from nowhere
steam arose
as if from nowhere
everywhere
we are taught
the trees
green and wet
Monday, January 24, 2011
Happy Birthday
My striving
a state
stormed over California
the side near the sun
shocks me
with unexpected tones
the kind you hear
on the inside
where my no's and yes'
cannot survive
you want me here
the side near the sun
we burn together
in unexpected tones
don't march this way
away from here
the way you hear
our sounds apart
we rest together
near the side
my striving near the sun
a state
storming
toward the west
a setting
of unexpected tones
hear me sing with you
happy birthday
a state
stormed over California
the side near the sun
shocks me
with unexpected tones
the kind you hear
on the inside
where my no's and yes'
cannot survive
you want me here
the side near the sun
we burn together
in unexpected tones
don't march this way
away from here
the way you hear
our sounds apart
we rest together
near the side
my striving near the sun
a state
storming
toward the west
a setting
of unexpected tones
hear me sing with you
happy birthday
Friday, January 21, 2011
Flotation Poetation
I received a text this morning at 9:24 am:
"Help! The bad guys are coming!"
So in my grogginess , I threw him some lines:
Burning eggs keep
an island moving
Floating garbage along
the shore of a stair
Where bad guys await
the sun
the burn
Chasing you
through safety shadows
The black twin
of tall trees
I burn
In between
Shadow to shadow
Chased by black children
Taking flight
Higher and higher
The black twins shrinking
Brave burning
In the sky
Over city shrieking
Look straight
for the arrow
It points to your downtown
Your city of angels...
Did you catch it?
Are the bad guys gone?
"Help! The bad guys are coming!"
So in my grogginess , I threw him some lines:
Burning eggs keep
an island moving
Floating garbage along
the shore of a stair
Where bad guys await
the sun
the burn
Chasing you
through safety shadows
The black twin
of tall trees
I burn
In between
Shadow to shadow
Chased by black children
Taking flight
Higher and higher
The black twins shrinking
Brave burning
In the sky
Over city shrieking
Look straight
for the arrow
It points to your downtown
Your city of angels...
Did you catch it?
Are the bad guys gone?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
A New House
A wooden pier
Raised over a thicket
The course hair
Pokes through the holes
Wind their way
Up our legs
Tickling our insides
Up our legs
Celebration
Tidiness
A frog croaks
On a lilly pad
Winding it's tongue
Up the hole
In our legs
Wooden pegs
Holed up
Frog tongues
Winding through
Windy wooden
Peg legs
Whistling
On the glare
In the front
Around sunset
Moonrise
There on the wind
Splattered legs
Open
Like a shield
Reflecting sharp
Biting wind
A#
Provoking strange sounds
For people to tell
The weather by...
A stringed doorway
Maybe a window too
This house
All openings stringed
Becomes a musical instrument
The way the wind moves
All the doorways and windows
Are stringed
The way the wind moves
Silk strings
The way the wind moves
To the center
What place this may be
I don't know
The strings
They look like bars
Like
Bars
We tear
Our papers
Our wishes
Our words
Crack in open air
Like thunder
Our words
Crack in open air
and blow through
The openings
The openings stringed
Stringed
and barred
For skimmed music
The way the wind blows
Our cracked words
To the center of this house
Where all openings
Are stringed...
The doors
The windows
Stringed to play music
Raised over a thicket
The course hair
Pokes through the holes
Wind their way
Up our legs
Tickling our insides
Up our legs
Celebration
Tidiness
A frog croaks
On a lilly pad
Winding it's tongue
Up the hole
In our legs
Wooden pegs
Holed up
Frog tongues
Winding through
Windy wooden
Peg legs
Whistling
On the glare
In the front
Around sunset
Moonrise
There on the wind
Splattered legs
Open
Like a shield
Reflecting sharp
Biting wind
A#
Provoking strange sounds
For people to tell
The weather by...
A stringed doorway
Maybe a window too
This house
All openings stringed
Becomes a musical instrument
The way the wind moves
All the doorways and windows
Are stringed
The way the wind moves
Silk strings
The way the wind moves
To the center
What place this may be
I don't know
The strings
They look like bars
Like
Bars
We tear
Our papers
Our wishes
Our words
Crack in open air
Like thunder
Our words
Crack in open air
and blow through
The openings
The openings stringed
Stringed
and barred
For skimmed music
The way the wind blows
Our cracked words
To the center of this house
Where all openings
Are stringed...
The doors
The windows
Stringed to play music
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