The Friend

A friend to the nameless
Untied and shameless
A vagabond of distant songs
A solid rock to perch upon

A memory that sticks around
long after the experience has dawned
In dark and dusk one to trust
When bridges fall, and bends corrupt

A silent stream that calls to lead
A stirrer of ones deepest dreams
One whos face could be retraced
Through memory left unerased

A true friend, gods blessing
Of Harmony, Vitality
A chariot of victory
A seed we slowly nurture

Black Haven

Time drags by so slow
As if the world has ceased to turn
Memories Discoveries
Again the past returns

Take me in you arms
Forget where you have placed me
Grant me human kindness
If only for a moment

This shelf on which I sit
Collects dust and shelters
Me from the world at large
We reflect the world we see

Alive blazing the spark returns
Alas it has laid dormant within
Itself is an allegory, brazen
Gifts from a black haven

Watching from the Field

Me over my dead leg, quotient of the ocean
It's a question of protection while I'm peaking with the spoken
The psalms songs and stories are a sequence of problems
Life's laws outstretch as we're seeking to solve them
Without the sealant of solution we may crumble & fall
Stumble and stale, rupture within rounds of applause
Bite death down during a silent exposure
While the all supposed master meets the starlit composer

Boy this world is an oyster, girl this globe is a pearl
And in it's changing and transitions we travel far and unfurl
Our very make and mold redistributes each day
As desires of dawn fold into yesterdays fate
May we function awake, lead and seed demonstration
Never hold, hesitate, or let it breed to stagnation
For life is a fluid whose only anchor is flux
And it's moments of time likens the changes of us

Let it seethe, let it beat, and allow it to shine
Give it all, push along, to and fro for and by
For in unwritten benediction we indulge or deny
It's many forests and fires
That sculpt our eyes in surprise
From the murkiest mud to an unearthly light
The stone littered gulches 'neath the highest of heights

How can you deny each an all deserved rights?
From the loneliest cold of those greying and old
Alive in regret from never seeing the world
Or never cherishing dreams that may blossom or die
And inhabit the wise territories of skies

To the postulated person thinking in terms of the church
Looking for forthcoming flight, denying mid-evil urge
Paging the scriptures by order marking the sentences bold
All the while without smile his mind is dreaming of gold

The aristocrat thinker, terming what's best for the team
The adolescent scraping dollars frictioning way through his teens
My eyes glow and glisten to celebrate free
Out of each and every one forms an image of me
You see...All these people are alter aspects of me

I watch my children from the field and it likens to love
Whose forgoings are distant, whose renewals are plush
With all that's witnessed still so much remains untouched
By the image, the word, the pen or the brush

Mother of Life

Mother of life I prey to you
I prey that at the hour of death you take me on your wings
Let it be a moment when your crescendo upraises
like a hawk riding winds to the summit
Allow the highest note be hit when I close my eyes
So they can forever be open to your boundless wisdom
Free of time, free of sand, free of sadness
You alone are and in my deepest knowing there is no loneliness, rather ecstasy
There will be no droopy eyes at your banquet
No aching hearts at thine feast
Or enemies in the seat of thine perfection
In life you have chiseled me, ready and fair
So deconstruct me as you wish in death

Let death be the dawn of a new day
A day where barrels of cannons endure a purification of rust
While the wind howls through the trees, composing it's mysteries
A brief resurrection of the things we have forgotten
Let that day be a celebration without indulgence
Rather, a fresh mark amongst the tallies of creation
Carved
In wood before stone
For stone bears dust
While tree bleeds sap, a tear of renewal
Let each coordinate a temporal dance, to fade only when one is appeased
When his hunger is full and her thirst quenched
And throats be not left dry from song because the fruit is ripe and willing
to collapse under ones teeth and gush their living mercury

On this day of death, of my coming, allow the planets abandon their old spell
In order to resonate with a hum that sources from self knowing
When ones individuality is discovered and fulfilled
May the nights lose their forsaken residue and unfulfilled longing sour to the home
rather, be made still so man can know the harmony of a day properly lived
with mirrors edging each bedpost, allowing a stare into ones radiance
smiling with deserving gratitude upon his own master and the master of us all

On this day life is not a past tale or a moment of memory,
It is a hot meal
Cooked at the hearth of ones well being
Sparked by the flame of compassion
Consolation finished
Happiness becomes unchained and willingly fleets in it's many directions
Leaving Life a colored spectrum
Flying on the wings of perfect expression
Saturated in the honey of wonder
The ocean of tears is soaked into each heart
and in a language lush yet embracive
Sung out into the megalocosmos
A song of humility & unity
of life & rebirth


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The Path Walks Itself

The softest love
A field of bright red
Rubs my chest
Caressing the tight

Rejuvenating scars held
Leading this deepened root
Engulfed so no influence reaches me
Reaching my heart back
Into the return of life

Roads are traveled ambitiously
Until ends are sought
Spindles turn and suddenly
A spoke is seen to bend

Such is my owned path
In pacing the plotted trails
On and off this worldly map
The treasures of it's crevice
Bright sculpture of public eye

Like matter moving through god
I seem to be gone all together
The stepping stones have lead into a sea
Symbolizing my disappearance to be full

Enveloping the steps And leaving the path
To live through me, and so before my final dissolution
I leave her a final rendition
An accumulation of all my practice

Scratched into the shore with a single finger
A symbol that is squalor to the deserved collector
And insult to the well to do
For it is neither of good or bad
Nor taken from books of wise or depreciated
I pause and draw my last mark to say
That the path walks itself

Live Full

Live full and allow the fruition
It's easy with ecstasy as a condition
Lets leave the technicality to sort out itself
Asphalt to the clouds, their heavens and hells
Just tell me a story...

About the impulse outside of the majority
The hidden rings of mercury, the miniscule and majesty
An interwoven tapestry open for our eyes to see
Shifting into vibrancy that lets the tears of iris free
Can you feel it?

The symphonic 'neath sympathy's
Explicit edge of symmetry
Drifting back to noons relaxed
Where curtains close and then collapse
Allowing minds unwinding...

To suns broad stretch
High into the sky negating the nocturnal
With joyful tales imprinted in your journal
Left out were the problems now internal
Memories...

The melodies lead astray to days spent somewhat grey
Overcast and clouded, mysterious and shrouded
A voice again has shouted Time will pass and you'll be out it!!
Patient Progress makes the clouds lift
For a day... maybe

You can Wonder with the Thunder

1^st and foremost approach a problem with awareness
The care that flows through the eyes of those
Who design the pros, bend and touch there toes
Catch me in it’s throws, riding waves to home
Riding off to know, spaces east and west
North and south I spread it out to bless
This is the very best, the god given test
I’m going through the loop, and then I’ll lay to rest
Any challenge prone to cause a dangerous
Cause a dangerous threat, go fetch
And feel the fire and the fuel and the friction of the rocket
You can topple the whole tower  you can wake up and stay topless
You can fix and photo shop it you can cut the photo chop it
You can wonder with the thunder of 1,000,000 stars in progress

Psalm 1

Allowing me to shine so bright
Each debt I'll pay name your price
Within me lies your azure eye
Your horrid screech & timid cry

My lord I love with all my might
As white is black in black on white
My king, prince, my good will Shepard
With you holds keys to present nether

My love, steed, my driven pair
With radiance to luster air
I preach & dance "But strength and shine"
Come to me now, reclaim this time

As arrows sail into the sky
Together Bowed
Separate Neigh
The asphalt of my prayer replies
I praise your name 'till lifted high

Ode to Self

You broaden my horizons
You beckon my bent sails
You broadcast my specialties
And grow along side me

Your names I long to hear
Your voice I love to listen
To mellow down and hear
All that you must say

Sweet as dandelions
April Shower mornings
Restful and rejuvenated
Underneath your awning

Myself the self is yearning
Cheering, Clapping, Yawning
Waiting for the spring time
Wakeful during the evening

Come and rest and share this breath
Consume me in your sultry depth
I rest and climb so free again
Alone with you my gentle friend
I'm with you my gentle friend
Alone at last alive again

Depression

Shadows displayed in my memory case
Locked in the vaults fallen below
On top a pedestal looking at stalled movement
Climbing out of the whole

Ahead of me lies a road
It's the one on which I travel
Behind is the same trail
In which I have traveled

I feel.. scrawled into the snow
There is little answer in this quiet
There is little content in this silence
That something within stands alone

In a station awaiting a train
A train whose cancellation has come to pass
Looking out into the musty station
Awaiting the train yet to come

Mercury in my spectacles
Outside are flurries of snow
Above me are the storms of stars
Of lives between and specimens

On this path of polar opposites
My trailing feet have wandered between
I have noticed a pattern that has gotten me far
One step after the next, one step at a time

High Priestess

By the utter grace of your sole vocal
My echoing high priestess
Your bosoms erect in their shout to the sky
I faintly recall the summoning
The will of concord into element
Stress is the cloud, thunder it's belly
Cracks, Shatters, Bursts, and breaks
Beads upon beads in the downpour of your blue
Your undefinable bounty that covered the town
Reigned by the rains that left me minimal

A Seperate Peace

We are waves upon an ocean of change
Elements asphyxiate and inevitably strain
Stretch and leave a hopeful heart wondering why it came
Metamorphosis strolls with a silver cane

I sing my song and battle on from Lebanon to Babylon
To airs of Europe, London’s song
This line that laughter leads upon

I stand, demanding nothing that but time to trust me
In this state of saturation and separate study
We retain our differences
In high supply by winter winds
Whose house I tread, which element
I look to see whose face this is
Whose feet stomp beats and break the clean
Whose words weave substance through the screen
Of rectified or righteous means, I play the card and suddenly scream
I leave the club and stumble seek, the soul whose song will comfort me

So long I’ve been the backdoor seat, the seventh son, the bastard seed
The black crow’s caw that soon recedes, the dying shout that catches need
The child of drought who lives to breath, the oxygen of space proceeds
The second hand that clocks repeat, The sediment of centuries

A feverish ache a leaden bead
That falls in debt of waters deed
Of closing cases, LEDS
That play themselves to memories
Turned off to show their dark retreat
A voyage that is stark repeat
To carry trust and triumph seas
I’ve left unto a greater deed
I've gone again don't look for me
I’ve singled out a separate peace

I NEED TO DREAM

I NEED TO DREAM
TO LEARN TO LEAD
TO LIVE TO LOVE
TO LEARN TO LEAVE

I NEED TO DREAM
OF NETHER SHORES
AND CAST AWAY
FROM ALL THESE CHORES

I NEED TO DREAM
MUCH MORE THAN WAR
I NEED TO SEE
THAT I AM MORE
AND LEAD A LIFE IN WHICH I'M HOME
IN DREAMS IN WHICH IM FREE TO ROAM

MY FEET AND WORLD
MY STRENGTH AND TIME
I NEED TO SEE ITS WHOLE DESIGN
I NEED TO LEAVE ITS ALWAYS RIGHT
AND RECOGNIZE THIS DREAM AS MINE

AND IN THIS DREAM THIS SPACE COLLIDES
AND WHAT WAS SORRY SEEMS TO RISE
AND WHATS FORGOTTEN GLEAMS SUPRISE
AND ALL MY SORROWS LEAVE AND DIE

THIS DAY THIS HOUR A DREAM WAS BORN
AN IMAGE I WILL SOON EXPLORE
ENCHANTMENT THAT HAS LEFT ME HIGH
I DREAM A TIGHTROPE IN THE SKY

Back in The Game

Ditch It
negative thinking

Mellow it out
tight attitude


Stay Clean
Stay Focused
Stay Active
Rest Steadily

Swoosh

At the Barrels Bottom

" If you find yourself lost and struggling at the murky bottom of a barrel, sometimes it is best to wade and wait for the rain to lift you towards the top "

Stuck, slow, and stiff. Treading in a pool lacking any character or quality. A cool breeze, cold & numb feet, an immobile mass. Well, I'm tired of arranging what never gets clean. Near delirium torn without hands or feet. Haven't been known to exist so low. This cigarettes ember is the light of life. It's burn weaves down a straight white edge into a territory merely labeled, still unexplored.

"Should've, Would've, Could've," Desiring the lightness of the breeze but I'm to heavy to be moved by it. Laden with thoughts to appease what is thoughtless. Then.. a tingle & a breath; I'm stil susceptible. Keep it, hold on... at this point nothing can wear thin. A motion of a grindstone, but a movement none the less. Breath, finally a shuffle of the trees. This weight shuffles with but hardly shifts, mellows, or even bats an eye. This disguise has been melting into something less vague, and well.. it's something.

When trees never seem so hallow, I feel so indisputably sick and worn, tired. Well think, no, just settle at the bottom of a barrel where the wood bears no crack and the water is stagnant with the bite of dead fish. Time takes quality so it's a guess when restraint clicks & doesn't take time. Redefinition

Ron Paul did alright in Maine. He barely missed Romney and previously in Minnesota the snow unfroze the vote of many. I'll be here yet again without capacity or conclusion; with boxes & bindings and quotes. I walk with this cigarette held up by a limp limb, without question, just an uneasy crescent of not wanting it to end, not soon, allow me to be so I may redeem my luster for life, rather than ideas about it.  The tobacco smoke reminds me that the flame is never fully extinguished.

The mits are off, my soul is stagnant, and my feet soles are frigid and numb. I step into the yard and let go of what hasn't floundered, the flame is extinguished yet I'm still here allowing myself to live. I walk past the threshold and close the door. It isn't a feat, it's a step, a step that is marked but left for another to measure.

I enjoy the beauty of a gate rusted shut, a board game without the potential of pieces to move, the flowing waters that drip into a sewer grate, & an abandoned building echoing the footsteps of a single ghost, feeding off yesterdays dust.

2-2-12 Fear

Fear exists because I don't understand something.
I haven't experienced it directly, and haven't encountered it continiously. If I'm very afraid of something I begin having nightmares and unwarrented thoughts. These are abstractions to an actual experience. For a simple example, I might develop a shyness to the cold as it bites my tender skin. Anybody would tell you that to feel sensitive to the cold is a natural response, but if I haven't understood this myself I might think myself to have an alien quality towards the cold and become afraid to experience it.

Fear is only an abstraction, it's a shadow of an experience we are still hesitant to get to know. Fear is not a foe so don't make an enemy out of it. A fighter's whip can give his arm farther reach, thrust, and velocity, and also focus these forces upon it's tip; In the same way fear can be handled as an extension of myself, a pointer of what to understand, and perhaps a hint of how to approach that very same fear.