brief image of you

In you I

see every

thing

as you sit

among the

leaves.

Waking

Your coded

tongue

speaks

through trembling

leaves.

moving beyond the heartbeat

let

that rhythm ride

on top of

your heart,

now you're

doing a

p o l y r h y t h m.

it's a great

feeling as you wield it

freely,

playfully.

smile.

you know

you want to.

advice for a young singer/songwriter

play your guitar

and let your

voice sing like

no one is watching.

it's simple

if you just

forget there

is anyone

listening.

A Few Months Back

It was

disappointing to hear

you say

there was someone

else.

I didn't realize I was 

in a competition,

I came in

second place.

It's not a huge loss,

I got to write this

about it

didn't I?

Poso Sin Fin.

if the well runs 

as deep as we

imagine,

the waters

are endless to

us all. 

Something Einstein Said...

"the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."

Statement On Art

Art is the aspect of  society

most reflective of its

hopes and fears.

To Be

I am 

and 

will con

tinue to be

so until

I no

longer

am.

Saturday, October 30th 2004

How little has changed

between then

and now.

We've grown older

but the passion

burns just as

bright.

Traditions

There is a pressure to learn from tradition in order

to mold a present and future.

The words that call to us,

choose their time to speak, convey meaning, and

understanding.It is our

place to listen and absorb

what is given to us, a knowledge that can only be

earned in time. We must

constantly relearn the

virtues of a patient heart in a world filled with the

steps of a million feet all

walking in a constellation

of directions as varied as the thoughts in each mind.

All words present and past

breathe as one through the

touch of your hand scrawling a pen across the page.

The Finest Art

The years are carving

themselves into our

faces as steadily as

into our hearts.

A Certain Joy, A Certain Sadness

Counting all the affection gained

and lost over the years makes for

a strange map of your life.


Faces, times and places relegated

to the dustbins of years seldomly

seen except through the fogged


opaqueness of late night libations.

I wonder if they ever think of me

in passing thoughts at random


times. There is a certain joy,

a certain sadness that comes

thinking of all these things.

Before It All Fell Apart

Your parents were asleep in their room as

you snuck me in

through the front door.

I watched every step to

guard against

any needless sounds.


We turned into the hall where

your room was,

you told me your

brother had the room

next to yours (great

I thought).


Your room looked like a

heavenly paradise once you

locked the door behind us,

making sure it was firmly

shut. The lights were low,

your white bed looked

comfortable and inviting.


You said we could watch a

nature documentary, it was

the one I'd heard so much

about.


We began to kiss, a chain

reaction of affection and

desire kept us from ever

finishing that film as it

played in the background.


I could have stayed there

all night, I wanted to hold you

and finish the movie.


You told me I had to leave

because of your parents,

I understood, it would have

been an awkward introduction.

At least your brother wasn't

home that night.

2 Things Said

when BE becomes WAS


Life is too short to not find something to believe in.

Tyrants

tyrants have nothing to fear except everything

narrow down the focus

add more conjecture to the pile of uncertainty

just to see if anything will stick. if thats not

enough take a few shots of your favorite

liquor of choice. think about the people in

your life and their relationship to you. family,

friends, supposed loves and imaginary

relations. get to the heart of it, think about

that one person and just and just and just

_____________________________.

VAIN

With

just a few

words

we play

easily in

to

each others

vanity.

One Armed Christ

He walked towards me like a one-armed christ,

I quickly made my way inside the liquor store

before he could get to me. I looked behind the

counter and told the clerk to give me the bottle

of gin they had on sale for $5.99. He rang it

up and said, "No blue moon tonight?" I said

no. He shoved the opaque bottle into a black

bag, the calling card of any liquor store trans-

action. I resolved to give the one-armed christ

some money if he was still out there. I turned

right outside the door to get to my car, there

he was, standing against the wall. He moved

towards me with a pained sadness, his right

hand was dirty and calloused, it was a hand

that has known work, it was a hand that was

stripped of its brother too soon. It compensated

by being larger and more muscular then it

would have been otherwise. His dirty, darkened

white face was beginning to show the marks

of hardship and age. I marveled at how life

had chiseled itself so deeply into his features.

One gains a face like that only through ex

perience and suffering. I dug into my right

coat pocket and emptied it of all the loose

coins sitting there. He reached out his right

hand like one thirsty for water, like one

hungry for food. As I turned away from him

without saying a word, he nodded at me.

I wish I had stayed, I wish I had talked to

him. I wish I had asked him how he ended

up this way, I wish I had taken another

moment to show compassion. I wish I

had not left him alone in the cold darkness

of One A.M., standing outside the liquor

store. I got in the car and drove home.

I poured myself a strong gin and tonic, then

another one. Now I sit alone, thinking about

the one-armed christ. Could we have saved

each other? It's too late to know.

Life is too short to not believe in something.

3 Block Paragraph Non-Sequiturs

We sank into the ephemeral tides into another state of
consciousness we'd never been in. The colors shifted
in a kaleidoscopic burst. Inner and outer space became
one as fear gave way to an egoless understanding of
the true nature of perception. Do you remember? Do
you remember the eagle-eyed god cracking the sky
with each flap of his wings?

I can't shut this off. It goes and goes and I never
know where or why. It just moves of its own
volition. It is a force greater and more power
ful than any I can comprehend. It is both furious
and gentle. A surging tide of elemental force
that is super/natural. This temporal being can
only know what it knows. It is far too ignorant
to face the reflection in the mirror, too cowardly
to look inside. It moves on its own accord it is
both present and future tense. Past tense is a
misnomer or it could be spot on in its description.


Be willing to strip meaning away from the world
you know in order to embrace something wholly
new. If you can do so you will be rewarded greatly.

Bestial

moon,

spread your

self for

me.

When We Dance

The beat moved our hands

and feet in time to the

sounds echoing in the

room, ecstatic bodies,

a rapture more pure

than any intoxicant.

Said in another way:

Move to the force of

life flowing through

you.

an inevitable apocalypse

There was no light streaming through the blinds

this particular morning. I rubbed my eyes and 

planted my feet on the ground as I looked to the

blinds above my bed. As I opened the window

there was no sound to be heard, the sky was an

ashen grey. It was a stillness I had not thought

possible. The earth itself felt dead, a heaviness 

of heart I could not bear. It's been days now

wondering when the sun will peek through

haze and silence.

Lemniscate

All past lives reveal themselves in the erosion of years,

strata on a cliffside, naked for all to see. The rubble sits

on the ground, all past possibilities jumbled in a heap.


Who were we then? It's hard to say. Were we strangers?

Lovers? Friends? Enemies? We are the ghosts of history's

heavy hand, basking in the glow once more.


Sunlight warms our skin, life busies itself with the usual

tasks of living. We are the forces elemental drawn to

life by divine breath, sustained by the guiding hand


that draws water from the well. We drink freely and

thirstily from it, sating desire, the need that bounds

itself to us, like a calf suckling from its mother.


Waves crash with a steady ease as another layer is

revealed. What new history is there to learn? What

truths hidden are now unbound?


Our hands touch ancient rock, a humbling grace

oft forgot. The past and present are all one,

nature in accordance with herself.

10 Years Past

Driving up to Santa Barbara

the waters lapped the coast

as our music played loudly.

The miles fell behind us 

as the islands came into view.

Our youth was in bloom,

joy soaked our hearts as 

deeply as the alcohol

would our livers that

weekend. We have scattered

ourselves to geography 

and life's steady sense

of order reshaping our 

lives into whatever form

it deems fit.

Creative Force

Sound as

Vibration

brings Creation

Beautiful Impermanence

There is a beautiful impermanence to life

that should always

compel us to move forward

in any way possible

at all times.

Awkward Conversation

I can't hear you when you talk so quietly.

Could you please speak up?

That's better.

See, it's not so hard to do.

No, I don't blame you.

No one does. 

It's been a long time,

we've all moved on.

Time just seems to do that 

to people.

It's just the order of things I suppose.

I still find myself wondering what

could have been.

I know, no use obsessing over it,

but I have.

It still eats at me like cancer 

slowly growing and consuming.

Thanks,

I really should get going.

Nice seeing you.

Authorship

So many pages

written,

all of them

awaiting eyes

there is an illness

in my heart

from these patterns

repeating endlessly.

It's always cold

the morning after

when you wake up

alone.

Morning,

you are a strange creature

when you find me.


More and more these days

I wonder what happened


the night before, and more

and more, I wish I could


turn back the hours on my

actions and just stay home.

Let The Pieces Fit

Find your place within memory,

the dark spaces looking to give

cohesion to actions lost in


midnight wanderings. It all

comes together as easily as

it falls apart,


                   that is the only

truth I can impart from these

years.

          It all falls apart as easily

as it comes together.
    

Venus

your goddess locks

fall across your visage,

a slight curl at

the edge of your mouth.

words flow in a cadence

calm and familiar.

the candle flickers,

those opalescent orbs

bask in the light.

your form familiar

in my arms,

the night ending.

Words To Live By

Work Is What I Do In Order To Survive

Art Is What I Do In Order To Live

Reading the Frame and Contents

It's hard to place myself outside of the narrative,


inhabiting it fully

and breathing it in

is the most logical thing I can do.


The Art and Hand are both of the same Mind.


There is a disconnection

that I can't always ignore,

so I close it with water.


My Heart is tethered to Hope,


she sings to me,

I draw her face near

for a kiss,


There is salvation in our creation.

Radio

Hearing 

your voice 

separate from

the form,

what kind of 

alchemy 

is this?

Cut & Paste

cut u p

with scissors

gluedbackto
gether

still rough a


round

the edges.

you get the



idea.

Be less

awful.

this darkness

travels through

me,

my soul at an

impasse.

A Series of Random Bits

1) A Jealous Hand Is A Vengeful Hand.


2) Who am I beneathe this skin?


3)I  can't help the feeling that this world teeters on the edge
of a deep madness.


4)Time is the ultimate eraser.


5)
There was a girl
whose name I don't know
and she said
and she said
I don't know you.

6)
I watched your face disappear
into the rearview mirror. I looked
again only to see miles and miles
that had come between us. The
gas light came on and the car
ground to a halt. I had miles to
walk before I found anything.

7) Precarious Fragility


8)Cowardly Thirst


9)Let Emotion reign and Reason be the adjudicator.

Burn Yourself Down To Nothing

Unedited Freewrite Excersize #4

dont worry let the words falls from the sky let your hands free
themselves from your rational reason let it fall apart let if fall
apart let yourself go let go of that ego go go go go to any where
you fear to be this is just practice for the big production that
isn't happening its just too soon too eventual its far too simple
to make sense of random acts of violence though the random
acts of kindness can be just as violent like the creatures we
are pinning hope on the hopeless hoping for less but its just
a matter of energy and flow draining from and into you does
it seem like your head is falling apart its not making sense &
does it ever really need to it doesn't need to it never should its
just this an emptiness permanence offset by the fleeting that
burns so bright you can't sleep light shining through the blinds
your being afraid to let itself slip into the abyss but its always
temporary its always temporary until it gets us until its takes
us from this place into the plane where truths reveal an energy
that is endless and formless or existing in a way that is beyond
the limits of any physical form i want to go back but to where
there is no where back there that holds anything new unless
we changed the course of our history to learn new lessons
loves not lived from moments skipped over and forgotten
like so many humans lost to dust over centuries the grains
sand mirror the stars as the sun mirrors the heart of our love
there is an endless fountain pouring water from its being into
rivers that flow into an ocean in that ocean there is nothing
but fish swimming through the ruins of our lives the empty
cities we built and ruined the street paved with algae the
whales swimming over roads like eagles once did over our
forests but oh how long ago that was and when it was it was
an age best forgotten our hindsight is too clear we have not
forgotten we remember all too well and when the night ends
what can any of us do but pour another drink into that empty
space that threatens to consume the universe but then it glows
within you and sets your limbs into motion and your tongue into
verbal acrobatics while the brain struggles to retain control of
its unruly employees who like nothing more than to take it easy
after a long day of being themselves and taking orders from
the grey haired boss in the office upstairs but even the boss
doesn't mind the drink needs the drink lets his employees buy
a round and then it goes round and round and round like the
ground beneathe his feet hands searching and clinging trying
to hold on to the face of the earth fearful for the absence of
gravity because that would spell the end of everything and if
everything were to end then what would happen to the nothing
would just get itself together and go somewhere else or would
it just continue to be uncaring and unneeding of you and all
that you bring such a wondrous thing to be there and then when
it was how it wasn't when it could have been something but
we still dream slowly but when we wake the sun breaks and
shakes our limbs slowly as we adjust to the cold mixing warmth
on our skin we wake wake so glorious watch the sun smiling
shining trying to bring us out and up out and up and we get up
from under the sheets and into the streets trying to get to the night
and to bed again trying to make it back home only to sleep
once more only to wake again only to sleep only to wake again
only to sleep only to wake again only to continue the cycle
because it is endless because it is a story that will out live us
all this story has never needed us but has liked having us
around theres always another actor born to take our place
to keep the play running until the director decides the production
has run its course and all the actors go home to night and
memory waiting for the next script to read, to memorize,
to live once again.

melody

What then melody?

I'm sorry you

can't sleep.

Just lay your

head down,

close your

eyes,

close your

eyes.

Oh, the Choices

I

can't help

but be

caught

between the

affections of

Venus

&

Aphrodite.

The power of choice is always in our hands.

trading

when the blur

replaces the

memory

what should

we then

make of

time?

Masters of the World

Answers that are searched for

can often be found

accidentally.

The downside to this approach

is the potential

to be inconvenienced

at the time of discovery.

On other occasions

the chance finding

can be fortuitous.

We revel in the idea

that we have

mastery of our world

though we are

subject to the

whims of chance.

We relish that

which we can control

and grudgingly (at times)

accept that which

we cannot.

Mariner Saying

You Can't Will The Wind

Anymore Than You Can

Tame The Sea.

Passing

ashes scattered in the wind,


tears drying on your cheek.


the seasons change, in spring


flowers bloom once more.

Drunken Hieroglyphics

We wrote our

communiques in

coded hieroglyphics

to keep our secrets

from others.

Doesn't seem

we needed to

after all this

time, but what

was the harm

in trying?