Waiting

Season of relentless storms
Cracking thunder deafens
Streaking lightning blinds
Howls of beasts
What can you do
Days and nights of waiting
Passing time

Ascension

Let these days of Winter end Let us emerge in Spring
Let love rule Let us be the better selves we have always
known ourselves to be Let compassion reign Let us do
away with fear Let us live with greater understanding
Let us do away with our vice and weakness Let us live
more fully Let us love all women and men Let us look
upon each other as family Let us recognize the brevity
of everything Let us forgive Let us be the ones we need
Let us live in peace Let us not merely pray but act upon
the need for good deeds in this world Let us never cast
judgement without cause Let us bathe under the sun and
reclaim youth and vitality Let us grow freer and stronger
with each good deed Let us never succumb to darkness
Let us guide each other through the long nights of Winter
and it's frigid mornings Let us marvel at the first blooms
of Spring and drink deeply from the flowers of the field
Let us never forget the lessons we learn and remind our
selves of Let us be kind Let us be gentle Let us be strong
Let us be all things in alternating measure Let us be true
to the goodness of our nature Let us sing with one voice
Let us drown the darkness Let us embrace the moment
Let us marry the possibilities of the present Let us ascend
to a point from which all becomes clear Let us not create
new gods to worship Let us embrace nature Let us marvel
at the tides Let us rejoice in ritual through the forests Let us
bask in the warm stillness of the desert Let us dream under
the stars guiding us now and forever Let our hands touch
Let our lips meet Let love grow Let us be a better union
of humanity Let us pray in our own ways to someone or
no one at all Let us be the peace strength and compassion
we wish to see grow Let us join together Let us be Let us
be truly human Let us be the stewards of this home

The Strangeness of Dreams

To wake and remember
a dream is a rarity
What from these subconscious
worlds haunts us
compels us
and takes on the name
for our highest expectations
of ourselves
To occasionally glimpse
a world alien
or a world strangely
familiar in ways
words often fail
What are we telling ourselves
What do the unseen voices
of the farthest planes
wish us to infer
To wake
to sleep
so often do we
traverse this distance
do we know
where this moment is?

Quote Me

Pain is a crucible through which 
all must pass. 

The sound of a crying child is 
proof of order in the universe.

Everything changes.
Everything must change. 

Kiss You

Touching soft hairs on the back of your neck
Unintended reaction
As your heads leans in to me
Closed eyes
Soft exhalation
Into my mouth
Call it a kiss
What else could it be

Her Heart Sings of Revolution.

A Morning's Worth of Thoughts

Change?

Change.

Love?

Love yourself.

Respect?

Respect yourself.

Answer?

You are the answer.
________

Are you ready to believe in yourself again?

What golden path are you searching for?

Accept Winter but work for Spring.

I wake up and sing along to Leonard Cohen.

There is a reason.

Create the better life for yourself.

Believe. Accept.

Do not be afraid of the answer.

Embrace your beauty as much as your flaws.
You will never be perfect
But you can always be more fully yourself.
Allow yourself that opportunity.

Will you allow yourself to succeed?

Know your limits.

More than mere flesh.

My heart is a flame.

Let us move forward in peace.

Write More.

The answers are here for you.

The Axis of this World Turns 
Towards Uncertainty.

I'm Talking to You

When will you be honest with yourself?
You can lie to yourself
You can believe the lie
But the truth will always be seeded within.
Strip away the ordinary thoughts
That cloud your mind-
Your fears and insecurities
Needn't always be drowning your heart.
Your bad habits are only keeping you
From a higher sense of self.
Take up the mantle of work
And labor for what you desire.
Sweat under the sun,
Put your feet to the track and run.
Do not be complacent with your
Words and actions.
Become angered and willing
To create that which you wish to see.
The days are falling behind you
And you cannot see how many
Remain ahead.
Be honest.
I can hear myself.
I can hear that voice
Ringing clear
Like a church bell on
Sunday morning.

The Great Restlessness

Restlessness moves through me
  Impels me to stand
                   to walk
Restlessness reminds me
          of irreversible time
                    A river moving
                    forward unable
                    to be still
Able to take us
                    to sights
                    unseen

Journey Home

I and the water
  flowing through the street
  are the same
Passing through
  looking to meet
and be part 
  of the great Ocean
once more

We Are The Architects Of Our Desires.

Wind and Springs

Beds in rooms
Rooms in houses
or apartments
The silence of solitude
Thoughts welling
A spring bursting through
Bubbling and making itself known
How peaceful will these winds be
How powerful will be the storm
The winds have arrived
Now we ready
for the onslaught

Fools and Innocents

You believed a liar
and now

We must all suffer
for your

grand foolishness

Ribcage Cracked and Spread

My heart is open
and it is bleeding

Like a scalpel 
through my skin

Like my sternum 
cracked open

Like my ribs
spread apart

Like my stunned heart
beating in the air

I will not forget 
the scars

I will remember 
and I will fight

Until life rescinds
its gift

Fuck Him

Psychopaths

on

Power Trips

Midnight in a City Without Light 

Edge of the Heavens

When you wake up to a gray and overcast morning
Ready to burst with rain do you feel inconvenienced
at the coming storm or do you ready yourself for the
deluge I'll often sit and find myself writing about the
view outside and the shifting moods of my mind in
those early hours Obscured by the clouds but I know
the sun is hidden behind the wall of rain It has to be
It is There is nothing here but relief at another day
under the edge of the heavens

The Secret Language of Words.

A Feast for No Guests ( Freewrite )

There is no point in being pointless but there is plenty of reason
in being senseless Pull the image from the sky and tell the truth
as often as you life The truth can enslave you as much as it can
set you free I never promised to be faithful Did you childhood
disappear faster than you can remember What ever happened
to all of your infantile memories and dreams Is there a way we
can reclaim these parts of ourselves that have been lost I start
laughing when I remember how foolish we were in our youth
and the false sense of immortality and invincibility that filled us
then Only the passing of years has made us aware of the frail
nature of our lives Forget how to love No that is a thing that
is impossible Loving is innate to all of us I sat down and sat
and sat and thought and sat some more and thought about
putting a pen in my hand but even that was too much for me
to bear So I sat and sat and sat and thought until my head was
so filled with thoughts that they began to spill uncontrollably
from my hands so fast that words would often disappear or
thoughts would come out half formed from the deluge You
are sleeping when I wake and we live so separately though
we are tied by the invisible thread that binds us in secret knots
Hiding in a small museum in Culver City I cease to be the
adult I have become and feel the curiosity and wonder of my
childhood reemerge I am humbled at the ability of this to
happen to me I was listening to you sing and I lost myself in
your voice I dreamt your songs I woke up to your sounds
and now I am filled with the sounds and words that can heal
the broken and invisible parts of myself Memory becomes a
thing that randomly accesses itself Sitting in my car on a
darkened residential street Loving you and feeling so apart
from the world and the lives we had created for ourselves
Eventually we had to open the door and get out and put on
the costumes of the lives we had made I see your smile in
pictures and know the unhappiness that lurks beneathe Yet
I know there are many genuine looks of joy within I am not
afraid of death but I would be telling you a lie No one has a
life they would willingly give up but we must all be torn from
this home someday and when that day comes we must decide
on our own peace I drank lemonade and thought it too tart so
I poured in a spoonful of sugar and it was fine Night comes
and shows us what it is to have been one of our ancestors
and be filled with fear Pick up the warm roll and spread the
butter over it with a knife Comfort in such a pure and simple
way Is this not what we are all seeking in various measures

Failure is always possible but so is success. 

Dearest

I have missed you but I know better
than to wallow in those feelings.
So I'm writing you.
I don't have much to say
Because my mind feels at a loss
at words through my hands.
I woke up early today
Even if I didn't have to.
I remembered the feeling
Of your warm body
In bed next to me on a cold morning.
I slept until I could sleep no longer.
When I woke I sat down to write.
Looking for words, reviewing thoughts,
Letting things pour out if they so wished.
There is music on and it is calm
And reassuring. We are not alone
Here and that has always been the case.
To reach out and touch one another
Is all any of us have to do.

Advice for You

Do not grow discouraged with yourself. 
Do not let negativity consume you.
Do not let self-consciousness and self-
doubt swallow you.
You are the strength you seek.

As human beings one of our great

abilities is to change ourselves

and our world. This can be only

accomplished through measured

steps and a steady commitment 

of willpower. 

Premonition

I dreamt of your unborn child
And saw him with you.
Was I positive it was a boy
I'm not entirely sure.
You were beaming
and that was all the language
That needed to be spoken.

If one cannot sleep one must wake.
If one wakes one must create.

On Tears

It cannot be said
we cry for no reason
All tears have their
own reason

Learn to

Let go

      of the world

One day

    it will let go 

of you

Slave to one thing or another. 

the unease of this world
is a mirror to the tenuous ties
we all hold to life

tied

to return from nothingness

night after night

this is our condition

morning daze

bright shining sun or

clouded over continents of gray

ever present wind coming in from the sea

water cannot stay still

continually crashes upon the shore

mind and body

together for as long

as the night holds the day

Fear is a Thing that is Hunting Me.

Mother

She kept her words to herself
Because she could picture
No one better to keep them
Words grow stronger and bolder
Within her and soon
They begin to gather on her
Fingers and tongue
Grew impatient
                          and knew that soon enough
They would escape
                          and see the world
                          and meet other words
                          and ultimately
They would leave their Mother behind
So it was

Accidentals

I cannot write your story though I can imagine
what may have come to pass
Young and divorced embraced by a new love
Caught in a place you never intended
But now you cannot leave
Love carried you this far
Now where will reason take you
I remember a picture of you
Wearing a red dress your mother wore
When she was your age
You are timeless
With your right leg bent back
And your heel touching wall
Do you remember the time
We met when you were married
I thought of you so much
We drank and drank at the end
Of the bar while the bartender
fixed us up his favorite drink.
I got too drunk that night to be
Anything but a silly man
I thought of you then
And I think of you now
I remember the songs you sung
I'd listen to them over and over
And would imagine you
Singing them just for me
I know that wasn't true
Somewhere between
Then and now
Your beloved cousin died
And so did your brother
I know we've lost touch
I am sorry for your loss
I don't know what else to say
You whom I loved so dear
And pined for in futility
I hope your health is well
I'd like to think we'll see each other
Again some day by chance
Or circumstance

Words become action
become truth
become history

In truth and circumstance
Find yourself in the rearview glance

Be the love you seek.

For the Searchers

If I am a person
Who is lost
Who will be 
The one
To find me?

Love is a labyrinth 
in which we all become lost. 

If the wind is my Father and 
The ocean is my Mother,
What am I?

Crossing the Desert

Thirsty and dried up tongue
Relentless sun beating
Feet no longer able to walk
Now what
Submission or
A stubborn continuation
Of hope?

Between Nowhere and Here

Who Will Replace the Old Gods?