reluctant traveler
it seems that leaving
is the start of a journey
self preservation

slow
I grow under you
smiles feed my open heart
pulling shut the doors

knife
teetering on edge
I catch a glimpse of promise
and fall onto you

afternoon break

calm
as I take a breath
blue light fills every corner
lost inside my sky

...........................

it is hard to find that calm inside
when chaos stirs around you
with one slow deep breath
eyes close and time stops
and the world melts away
to the beat of my heart

to not move

pool
reflections scatter
on ripples of water glass
earth dancing with sky

still
sunday afternoon
a special kind of quiet
hushed expectancy

still thinking....

soft landing
anxiously, I run
then, tripping over myself
I land in your eyes

..............................

because, ultimately
we decide our own happiness
we create our own reality
our decisions/ourselves
reflect in everyone
and in everything
that is around us
the right path
not always
the easy
one

one more...

deplete
sucked out drop by drop
so slow I am not aware
my warm blood, my life

......................................

right now
I feel life, live it
it spills into the air around me
people seem to be drawn
iron filings to a magnet
until I am covered
my eyes blinded
with blood rust
crimson tears
sweeping
them all
away

............................

too soon, too new
this excess to share?
maybe, but also
too much to
contain

special delivery

one from very early this morning—
the silence was complete
I stepped out into the night
the air cool, the stars crisp
I looked up, visiting for a bit
I heard a sound...where
there had been none
turned, looked up
a shooting star
just for me

2:20AM
a silence wakes me
with weight heavy on my bed
the air filled with dreams

wed 04.15.09

than meets the eye...
taken by the wind
sailing past the horizon
I have become more

flow
crowding around me
the words fly against my cheeks
to pour down like tears

a trip

cave
cool damp living rock
embracing our soft bodies
bones clear as glass

caverns
inky thick darkness
draws me through the open door
nothing left but thought

......................................

I went to the caves today
a place I love to go
to have the rock surround you
the feel and smell of the earth
damp ancient stone
the quiet heavy weight
solid warm pressure
covering my skin
filling my senses

sunday 04.12.09

aloe
shot of bright coral
dances gently in the sun
a hummingbird's cup

evolution
I am and am not
that person that you have known
not meant to stand still

saturday— midnight

waltz
with slow graceful steps
the moon dances with grey clouds
flirting and laughing

i am
talking with the moon
I learn that I am open
filling up the night

fount
from my deep within
I feel the desire pour
spilling down to you

spin
slowly, this long dance
of mutual found wonder
ends without an end

rain
I wake to the sound
of darkness on my windows
night dripping from trees

constant
time stops in silence
it holds your head with soft hands
shutting out the world
.....................................

in the large silence of an empty house
thoughts, dreams, fears, hopes
fly unencumbered
they fill the air
swirling about
like spirits, phantoms
crowding around me

with Herculean effort
I open a door to the night
setting them free
rushing, soaring
rising, leaving
to become stars
deep within
my lover's eyes

planned chaos

random thoughts and glimpses...

unremarkable
clearest memories
distilled from a single day
commonplace glory

wading
I stand deep in words
as they pour from long fingers
sloshing at my feet

braille
stripped down to smooth bones
they gleam in the pale twilight
etched with my life

04.05.09

unhooked
from cool shadow depths
I rise to meet your lure
smiling as I pass

04.04.09

finite
endlessly, I wait
only to find I am there
waiting for myself

04.03.09 eve

relief
Friday evening
the wind pushing the week past
the view becomes clear

release

contentment
yes, I hear it too
a deep sigh in the twilight
as the day recedes

a couple

3am
I am still awake
trapped in twisted veils of dark
a quiet hostage

beneath
under my closed eyes
I am naked to the night
dreams brushed on my skin

from saturday night.....

night stroll
walking to the stars
I step out into the night
and greet each by name

chilling
outside, in their world
I watch people run their race
and an ice cold beer

stream
under a night sky
contemplating life's currents
I go with the flow

saturday

as they come today
one on top of another...


emerge
standing on the edge
I fall into your dark pools
and come out renewed

stretch
quietly waking
the day blinks in the sunlight
night closes her eyes

early
blue washes the air
white sunlight fills the morning
the day is rising

chaos revised

search
stirred by the wind
my passion swept into words
landing at your door

....................................

[my words are oftentimes just that
or vehicles in which attempt to define/describe
despite what might be inferred]

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it is difficult to map the process of change/growth
the words and thoughts can be slippery
hard to focus on, hard to hold
sometimes it works
other times, well you get the picture
I have a feeling this weekend will have
more than a few attempts
there is too much stirring about
chaos needing a voice