• Imagination
    Painted Ladies make that
    made passing through the cocoon living through anewed
    takes flight nectar of life is knowing our life
    a light

    Moth in the night butterflies day flowers delight
    if we bloom we bring beauty through
    even the tiniest crack in materialist facts
    a quantum fluttering fuel to continue influencing

  • He took up the guitar to be around his violin
    the strings of things that tie
    he improved and he could sing and they began to play
    a couple and then a bass
    a trio then a band and a violin that couldn’t sing
    so another bow figured in then a mandolin
    drums a banjo and so it goes
    then some bars then some clubs

    and what began as a couple became a group
    and the first violin took a seat
    at rehearsals loosening the tie was the wait
    the listening turned to thinking what had begun
    to bring the fingers closer to the rings on their hands
    in bands of peace and love

  • Heard the Rattlesnakes last evening full of life
    coiled fates entangled states
    heard the rattlesnakes that lasting sound you don’t forget
    if you don’t listen it’s that sound that bites

    Driving home that night the rocky peaks
    the sun about to set
    in the road up ahead I said
    the brakes were dead the steering wheeled
    the spin I took
    I looked around

  • Stick figure beneath
    the Poet Tree
    branches off infinity fall to earth first
    from above the matter below

    the fire and the cold
    the river the stream the creek
    the crack in the facts
    that allow for thee to reach

  • Overthinking if it brings you into depth
    where deeper thoughts prevail
    then what caught you releases you…

    If the thinking is a sinking that ends
    at the bottom its means
    is a way…ward believing a deceiving
    that delivers with greater and greater
    odds that overcoming overthinking
    is an evening of destruction a morning
    awakening that has taken away
    another day into another night
    overnight over and over turns you over…
    to thoughts that leave you alone

  • Backpack on the hill…sides all around him
    views the steep climbs down and up
    through this life the hike continues
    the vision here improves our insights
    the walking stick figures that heard
    his hymn

    Sing in the wind tumbleweeds and we
    relatives of the same scene
    knowingly carry on the further see
    gathering above this home

  • There is a place called
    Love and Understanding
    you can actually go there you can actually live there
    it’s as real as anywhere

    is love and understanding
    and there is where
    you want
    to be

  • My
    my…own death
    living is a pre-existing condition
    you’re insured
    your descendence or ascension dependents and ancestors
    are all in an assurance
    that can’t be bought it’s brought in with thought

    is primary a mystical we in the midst of elements
    but can we see
    our primacy is before and after everlasting
    Blake’s Death’s Door is your next door
    another neighbor another friend another realm on high
    notes in noetic

  • It’s scenic sue what a
    growing green blue the truth in the distance
    and close to you

    what to do grow with what’s in front of you
    coming the other way
    cars trucks trips and texts and all the rest
    mountain peaks
    a little fog a little clearing
    there you are

  • Rest in peace
    it used to be said, when you were dead
    rest in peace has been demeaned
    rest in pieces, what does that mean for your peace

    Some parts living out lives,
    on movies made for TV
    your parts parceled out
    while you were still in one piece

  • Roger
    that revelation on retaliation
    that weather born on earlier relationship storms
    where the umm…brella was to reign down upon
    the scene perceived a torrent a flash flood a damning burst
    fulfilling a thirst so well nursed that his thumb finds its finger
    grips his pen and taps out its curse
    for worst then his head hurts and the heart misses a beat

    that then a revolutionary movement beheld him
    from criss-crossing the rubicon of a checked past that betrayed
    the rising tide inside
    a weaning a passing into meaning to be

  • It’s the deep
    where you learn to swim
    it’s a far greater ocean then the when
    you first saw the sea

    that drive to see, … baby to boy to …
    great grand father on a further shore
    shallow feet will never meet
    in the deep end it’s not dark


    Stay a Way

    Close the hips close the lips eyes close wise
    breath in the Divine
    inflate the higher state the magic carpet ride
    away the blues the day the grays
    leave the frame stay a way
    that goes beyond
    the name
    but is the same





    Managing roots into a band

    likes it flat as in horizontal like a flow
    marketing spreadsheets into music sheets with a cover
    got them into Huck Finn Avocado
    the mix in the guacamole is the harmony and discipline
    of fun…damentally
    becoming creators in partnership
    with what
    thou art
    richness in living together inspiring a trippy

  • Blanket
    where does your warmth come from
    blanky security near you how far are you now
    wrap around tomorrows weave yesterdays today

    the magic carpet ride arrives at dawn
    each day it may arise
    little hills little hills taller peaks it seeks
    it sets down where you come round the role you play
    begins a day began begone it’s hard to see
    surrounding all of we the consciousness sea
    the wave the shore

    the warmth


  • Telling stories…meet on love street



  • I heard a great grand mother
    say the other day
    “Dying isn’t easy” … neither is a mother’s
    birthing day
    and then the life and then
    what is the darkest night the coming
    what is the sun but a star
    the earth a maze
    at every turn a thought
    I might not see the why

  • The night before he was shot he asked for a spot
    of his art on her wall
    he was an artist then and so was she
    siblings sharing a room in a home of nine
    children with a single mom no pop living in poverty

    He had a tree fort in the woods
    a neighbor teen with a gun with or without aim
    shot with view to the tree he was in shed wound to the head
    he bled and in two days was dead

  • The river flows as the soul goes
    there the bends there never ends
    don’t be damned up about boulders on your shoulders
    find your way around let your feats rise
    till your thoughts overflow
    and the stream fulfills the dream
    the wish is your will
    the damn it man made it
    cascade the shade in sprinkled light

    Wither the weather
    storm cells perseverate cell towers metastasize
    five gee’s and we cell phones held heading unheard
    for sale is afloat and you are the antidote
    salesmanship is incorporated and corporal arms sales have reached your arm
    the pin prick of witch hunts is now a global vaccine scene

  • Not far from a cabin
    there is a bridge
    painted white now full of graffiti life
    there is where a man shot himself
    accident or epiphany
    self inflicted wound proof or providence
    or just another shooting evidence
    robbery of innocence life strife breaks up
    dreams of he’s and she’s crossing streams
    shot in the back of the knee Marine PTSD
    epiphany accident providence

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