is special

saturate a time of smiled roses

linger a verbal commitment

embrace a bricked dance

satisfy a curve of abandoned shoe

fascinate a touch of chardonnay

surface a salt of grape

re shine a transparent glow

destroy me a toxic clue

know of a do to say

resemble a lie of grain

detach of spiral in a glory

rebel lord the phony

ceiling a piece of sugar

cup thee a folded road

violet me a blank piece

written sometime in 2002

A night...

Buildings of white in fog of sun

Gray dust of LA settling down

Street corner blinking with lights

Car next door talking a sound

Sign merging right where it says left

Vehicles curving to a point in distance

A light fixture greeting a hello

A kite on an antenna

Two American flags competing for a spot

Metal pokadots appearing in a mirror

Cement slides occupy my right

The left a tower of glass

Wine house on the roof

So...I continue

I watch you

I see you

Can you do me a light

In the shimmering night

It is your finger that I touch

So…I continue

Run Run Child

Run Run Child

For no matter where you go

Run Run Child

For all places go to you

Lead no one and

Carry no one

It is only you alone

Run Run Child

For I want you alone

For have you seen the desperate

For you are not like the one

Cut me a piece of joy

For I know you are the one

Run Run Child

For running stimulates the mind.

May 2002

Fleeting Moments

Sun. Comes and goes. 
Warmth and wind. 
Great combo.
Disturbing blue van.
Guitar music.
Thoughts of kisses.
A maybe wedding to go to.
Boston.
Tibet he wants to go.
Bye bye I say now. 

written sometime in 2002

Stung

Elated, I am

To the point of exuberant

recognition

Of acknowledging

the depth and the lightness

the lightness of its weight

The crapulous tandems

of the inner self

that gifts me with

surprises

one after the other.

Thank you

for learning to

remember.

The astound sound

have motivated partials

sure the steps needed

to be taken.

originally written 2006

In the Space of a Breath

In the Space of a Breath

Before I was I

I was other.

Created yet unborn.

Waiting for that timeless spark

that brought me here,

through the gate between becoming and being.

In the space of a breath

this body caught me

And here I will remain

until

in the space of a breath

I am released.

And after I am I

I will be other.

Created and undying.

For souls are not born.

They enter.

And do not die.

They exit.

All that is just a firefly's blink

against a sea of stars.

originally written 2005