Last Time

dash up with flavor
spice will fill the air
with lips of juicy taste
holding the senses for
later when
the lights are dim
my arms will wrap
behind the cover
coming off with sweetness
love of a nature
waiting with memory
the last time
took hold

HANDSOME

returning to the heart

easy sway with a crush

on every handsome gentleman in view

shoe down or arm forward

they stand like gods and talk

like fools but, for each fall

my heart grows

Heart Of Mine

where does a donkey carry the dead ?

to the movies
where all eyes are looking for

the light.

lift the eye to a clear blue morning

my hand resting on a cup

waiting for the waiter to flip the cloth.

be still , the only trouble is if you

let time in

heart of mine so full

don't let yourself stumble

do the time.

Crowds

you may follow the crowd

around the course

find your treasures at vidiots and write

a letter to the organization

i'll go to the library and discover

those hard to find stories

found by wandering off the path

talk with a new face

free myslelf up

A Roof Over My Head and A New Tub to Shower In

been caught in a whirl wind

out of reach and yet full

carrying a box of books

to the top floor on Hobart Bl. not known to me

soon to be

a place for strong customer relationships

night sleep and plenty of table food

Wrong Place in Space

to see at the same time
that i need to where a jacket
to be covered in a blanket
walking in one direction while being
rolled in another
space and place
i'll decide
where i am most safe

Her Walk Has No Memory

jet moves with a violent arrow

drill catches a groove and screams louder

his language followed a pathway

all the way to the other side of the wall

where fawn's and a crane were resting

in the color of violet

arms float with smiles easily held

by the light of moon and sun

her pathway continues

untamed

until

he builds another wall

MINUTE

it's gone

that look from across the street

her husband's first name and the

man who is high maintenance

taking care

each meeting goes forward

it's gone

GIVING

everyone sharing
what you need what you like what
you are thinking about
how you know
how you can share
love you
the way you dance
and the way you know
the way you smile
and the way you give.

COMMITED

if you find yourself saying yes

all feelings, points, lines lead you there

once there

are you still saying yes

yes m

yes 30 Dudley

yes to a small space

yes to grace

with her long hair sharp eyes and

soft spoken voice

i wander what motivates her to be so nice and thoughtful

yes to Enrique

yes to the money

Nice To Be There

hands where fingers dance

legs where stomach is carried

and eyes to thank with

for my breath disappears in

your body moving with

an electrical wave

universe performed and returned to

BOND

sweet as a joker
touching the feeling the thrill
in how it is done
007
sand was first
building her waist high
as the sea
ticket time too late
the mess is already made
sticky **1/2

DOCUMENTATION

sting as a bee or fly like a butterfly
almost every voice speaks from a doorway
the corner
on each side is a pathway
leading my ear one way or another
the eye opens
the hallway of the soul
been drawing mine
for everyone to 'see'
josh does something with sound vibration
i'll look out the window and watch
for the bird, cat, squirrel.

Wired For It

at that point
the ball lights hanging on her porch
stirred the question in mind
Terah has a smile
hers is one of mine
she can't help follow the laughter
even when it takes her sideways
she and i are wired for it

Fate

the last time was

2

this time i am hoping for 3

divine complete and in time

before and for future

the number 3

333 Vernon street

take me there

FEELING

traveling across west los angeles

where everyone slides into and out from

one spot to another

liquid people moving to find

some sense

reaching from the brain

nerves lean towards the one

who makes the right feeling go

in the right place

or wrong one finds the right place

between the shoulders i heard

their cry

CAMERA

i should

could what

next to you

and the camera?

The Flag

i can be the most simple here

drape an American flag over this

paint with red blue and white

sing a favorite tune and look out at

all the people

creating an extension of life

with things that are available

then with things they put together

and how i see it mix it and enjoy

following who and what comes to me

and where and how i go

Loving Is Right

i need you beside me

hold me and scold me when my dance

is out of step

come through the door open the window

sit on the floor down

friends when loving is right

i feel no end to serving you tea

dressing my hair with flavor

calling you again across skin

of hair behind my hand

and your hand under the faucet

PUBLIC VOTE

representative of new wheels and a banana seat

across white lines

the color of yellow appears golden and white is

now the new back of our bone

supports coverage of a new tone

root down the future

wind the sail

sweat of labor will soon feed a table

of those cooking dinner

casting with show

desire to improve

this day waits

for the night

Toilet Paper

can't find the toilet paper

after sending things, going away from home

breaking my heart and shaking my pocket

down on my knee's, looking at the moon

some faint promise whispers out loud and only two steps behind

the silence,

turning into thought again and again

asking silly human mind, where is the toilet paper?

SCARy

when my body gives out
i'm going to read the final pages
written
no where land and a con
thief
coward who lie's
all make the wheel go around
i could find a place in the sky
clouds coming and going
but
it would be scary

BURNED

as the fire has a center

there are few who live there

those who do

are not afraid to be burned

M & Y is fine without a name

we call it a birthday

but it calls itself life

our glance, our touch, mean nothing to it

for it's no different than falling on anything else

a day, a leg, a friend, a sidewalk

it's fine without a name

it exists in this world

making me go blah blah blah

my dress fall to my feet

light and sounding of the morning

October 29, his birth day.

Jazz Horn

doing this because the horn is still

for saying i would do it

and next to you it feels good

so i am doing it

the lady would like me to do it

patty smith would like me to do it

and i know i would in fact

like to do it

still the sounds of a horn

through the afternoon sun

view me through the joy

i experience

HOUSE

guest house
absolutely coast
in a hurray
to be at Centinela for now
that's too slow
too much
change
positions
find
a house

your easy to be around
on the ground in the sunlight
your phone reaches the door
and complex words
require a personality
how watching
watching how we emerge

TIME

like all the sounds
in one ear
y
coming to surrender
her
day
her year
her
hour
minute
her time

Cross Over

leave it all behind

the mind backwards

back bends on a good day

and crosses over frequently

letting me know the eyes of

McCain when he goes into a zone

he was forced to one, two, three, four times

carry the nights and days through the zone

and crossing over

is a railroad with a parting

ways

switch

click

change.

Down Down

don't think i can get past my ego

on and on

to the walk walk yea

please give me the opportunity to

let me get back

in the comfort of your heart voice

thought to be most

sincere make it right

there's no drop to this

love talk

OK

as the sound is too easy
driving with the word
you think everyone is walking
on the same line
by image
by word
by tool
by
love

ONE

no mother or son no daughter & brother

a genuine moment of moving inside

the shape of history now formless and all

around me grew wider taller bigger farther

there was 1

layer after layer

melting the gap between those

things that seperate u from me

again again again back
so no watching with out sweet
thought to insist
fine education and revolution
looking cause you sound
every time again again and back again
so sweat
the sky
i invest.

DRIPPING

we have nothing else for you
words are words words
amazement for people who can't feel
infinity in feeling, thoughts and awareness
people cling to the obvious
following and agreeing
affirmation for existence and good looks
i started writing
not to threaten any group or person with
unlimited change of expression
coming through me
it feeds me constantly
my body has love in every action
every conversation my mouth gets
excited with the skin on my thighs
and the roundness of my breasts
the movement of my back sends
me into spiraling ladders of love
dripping from inside out

Getting Here

cutting into sensation

turning a blade across half my action

going 80 mph with each eye looking

at material next

on my finger, out the window and with

a peach in hand.

contact is minimal and sometimes brief

as a flash, thought can travel with speed

only sometimes new.

i found myself impatient, sounds of trouble

are a driving wave and they are layered

by each run of boredom and confusion.

leave them sitting out and take it

just where it's at.

TAKEN

look behind and between

when i fix the paddle straight

the water rolls with it

at the sun i am looking

sideways

taken by beauty again.

At The End Of The Pole

blinded by an ordinary rule, going down
inside a hallway i endured the silence of
your truth
heading to outdoor dance art
in a memory wearing sharp
retail.

CLOSER

we just know what your saying

hold on let us get all your information

the step across your flesh

how much was that?

woke up feeling right

eyes across my naval, sun coming in early

and feeling nice

hopeful, i think he will win the people

over with caress and care.

Beach Talk

there is no bottom in a glass tube

just as your inspiration is spilling

my hands fumble for the string

what some consider floss others

liken to hemp talk

along with or without the dog

your handsome in a reflection

of how much you don't know

to know what i will wear

is a poetic mystery

Stop Sign

i feel less and less about more and more
the edge is always returning to survival
of the finest tooth, hair comb and carpet
burning spears natural count of humanity
has a soothing stretch
reaching a stop sign, without change
the shape of her hips remained cut
to the edge of his leg
watching a conversation and mouth movement
reach for good-bye, nothing changed

REVOLUTION

ground lifting around my walk
where walls use to stand
at eight o'clock the night looks
more and more like escape from new york
all i really feel is to be at peace
find a love that's fine
at another time
these beautiful cotton colors
come around each part
keeping the temperature just right
sit back to back
where fire controls our skin
and talk falls down with reason.

Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba ba
in the mean time god is hard
until the day
i match up with the bay
pacific ,
watching the fire as we grow
should be feeling good
as you say it play it and work it
plant it...

Simple Attitude

wind came through at the moment

my ear fell asleep

solar name

asked all my friends who you were

i'm just glad you were here.

MUSIC

getty walls listening
color by color kinda
more or less,
penny for your thoughts.
absent soul sitting at breakfast
face to face
field beat.
cars talking about the easy cool
days on the road
how many souls are lost
on speedway.
draw butterfly window shades
of belize over John Mcain
and i'll hear music
in the morning.

Ready To Go

on any area of the body
watch as the unfolding of all
that we hold onto is fooled by
sweet eyes and divine talk
parting between my free mind and commited body
that i may blow myself out in the daylight
only to rise under the moon and roam
the grace of god circling me

everybody needs hands
no hand has broken
how we widen our gaze
we should think to ourselves
love like this is hard to find love like
this is in the way i feel
it's nothing here and now
i see myself coming
through the image of light

Sean Shock

passing through the body
giving you a smile with out
any worry
any plan
sensory become sweet each
time
telling
each
one who cares
cut off from the chicken head
shaping gesture into great
lengths up a rope
tie to the time
send Shan take Shan bring Shan
new shock

Human Dream

going to and from the pineal gland

transferred by illuminated thoughts

of dance

freed from those living in fear

ascend to traveling laughter held

in the palm of his hand

and for a time spun

around my brain in serious

ecstatic union with the deer

and her play mate

Going To The Mountains

i don't know what to do
they don't want it to end
even then, they don't know
from the walk where to seek
some friends.
if it happens outside she will know
what to do,
going to the mountains
from the one coming
to the mountain track
a trail back to the one.
foreign and public
talk, take them back
retire the guard and listen
for the rhythm of our hearts beat.

PRESENTATION

ah, her early exposure to fabric
skip, home and business now the same
bah, did he stop talking on a blind account
so, materials including latex, terry cloth and cotton
boo, movement remained separate and connected
knee, selection of her powerful cell
wow, 21st century art talk
bow, out of the context of play
show, she began when they told her to go.

WANDERING

following this commentary we are once

again led by a radicalization for a

new academic structure for loving so much

just why no one can get enough

in a day in a vote in a look in a job

safe incredients for life

the mind is guided to wander about

a resonance chamber

reasons start to fade and spacing - out

listening won't disappear after the charade

Leonard Cohen said, "everyone knows".

ELLORA

s i t u a t i o n , n a m e
rock cut architecture
at ancient religious site near the city
of Aurangabad in the state of Maharashtra, India
cave temples and monasteries were literally carved
into the rock hillsides
open classes open doors

Behind His Eye, The Lens

wander from ego to heart

connected to the night's electricity

going through the solidarity of now

gospel has scrolled it's deep weave into

the wicker of our action

leaving dew across language

and behind the lens

eyes create an alternative success

to quarrel with today

around me he is everywhere

looping holes wait to be filled

with the bone of my face

we entice (almost) some wild and cosmic thing

and make beauty local, graceful

sleek in the fields of touch.

Inside The House

eye lids are heavy
the weight of today's whale is
bringing down the house
the car
the friends
even the fun
is wrapped in ribbons and bonds.

coffee and cigarettes are not fun
mistaken pleasures for love
in a hostile environment with people
playing to play to play their hand
before putting the table in the kitchen.

do we look funny?

COLOGNE

we are reminded
do we remember
that one because
his cologne is hard to
enjoy
provided in a bottle
my wish for today
is a feelin
that could take me in a car
through the mountains or crossing
the planet in a plane
down river
for the right smell

Reopening Beyond Comprehension

you think like the front sink
?
strangers on the blog
searching through layers and layers and layers
and layers of fog.

FULCRUM

each one has a point
of return
a jumping location
coming back to
tell someone about
thier experiences
here or there
here is my heart

In The Morning

dip like a biscotti
roll you around
under any one of those
planetary wonders in the sky
swim through and walk on
pools of mineral glass
and reflect the heart of god
eye to eye
if Arizona wears red
i'll dress it in your breakfast
fold my leg around yours
move with the sun
and let time
sex the clock

Stop Making Sense

if left alone,
i'll change my whole person,
disagree with my skin
change my shoes and my eyes
and when the rain comes in
January and we've selected
the right president,
nobody will recognize me
and i'll go on as i was in the
beginning.

TEMPTED

a dropping feeling , like sinking under the smell
of earth and worms
with no sunlight in view, the sounding crow
never to silence it's open bill.
continued sadness, hard and steady,
no stranger can surprise me or will the
motion of harmony free my heart.
not even hypnosis,
frozen love rattles through my rib cage,
his voice has a chair in my mind.

a brief contact and the end rushes through me
before the beginning can be motored.
all new experience is torn down,
leaving me to witness
light stripping down in
front of the day.

COCO CHANEL

bicycle in a skirt and the wind
shapes your style
leg turning a round silhouette into two
for the wheel's leave transmuted circles
everywhere the eye's are reaching
and those flower's standing up out of the earth
stop my wandering heart every time
still
black wears a dress like
stars can dress the night.

Fly Love

fly's even fly with love, many times

their weight, they go from one room to the next

showing a grand display of love.

as even, they may fall tragically

to their death at the first sight of it.

appearing to find more love,

land on love and share some love.

Badu kind of love

street love

swami love

cool , kind love.

WD- 40

you can leap over the fence
with high assurance and low failure
even land an automobile on strings
across city lights
with it.
maybe, lay a 4 x 4 plank
across the neighbors pool
for crafty reason's with it.
with it,
i'm going to remove a pencil
drawing from my wall and
find a new home.

Slip Not Female Drinking Color From Psyche

the blue is reaching
from shore to sky and across each line,
under air,
floating lips might pass agreeable
dreams.
the next catch is just under
flying flags and plastic carpets painted in
photos meant for real feelings.
i remember what you spoke of
before i saw the picture.

history is still moving through the
beauty circus, for alternatives
plead for breakable fortune and inventive
relationships.

in this minute, the memory is lasting
and for the gift of yesterday's meditation
i recall what is good and kind,
with this language and your photo,
a path between mind & eye,
carving the next wonderous
thought.

from below,
the sounding dust moves on
and with what i've got,
silky feet walk on
hair drawing in mud and the
wind behind your voice,
return me to touch.

Peace v.s Fight

after all it all is so delicious

amaranth with some white and

even a little red

terah's talk of being in life

and her son's new dog

then, on the black box

i heard a voice

and the voice was yelling

"we must stand up and fight"

"fight for this, fight for that'

just fight? that's it. fight

and in the same sentence -

peace

what are we?

SANDRINE

on wood, her eyes were beautiful,
she let me move her rib cage
hardly aware of it
my hand glided on her waist.
she put her eyes inside
when they opened,
river and sky, time and terrain
were reflected.
having given so much
we
among the boulders and tree's
shared the moon and the sun -
hatha.

SUMMIT 1

repeat a sequence on the flute
just as long, develop one breath
while climbing to the top of the jungle.
suppose anything short of getting lost,
thunder storms and miles of climbing
with every insect your allowed to imagine
would fail the name of this black rock hike.

The top,
cleared my mind.
something happens when you take
your mind out of the chatter of other
peoples minds -
listen.

Scorpian Trail

memory turns tales into trails
not by phone or note
making a secret entrance
black and shinny
my skin crawled with fear

a tarantula walked across
the palm of my hand
toads jumped across my feet
and a snake followed the edge
of my walk
friends

when the scorpion moved
across my bathroom floor
i went for a professional
and like another sport
i took the first chance out

Fire Dance

coconut muffins and sunshine
heat in the body
love pulling at me
with what sounds wake me
i slept on and on and on
until the sweat broke
i could not sharpen my position
balancing on one leg
taking his question and his stare
shaking for what would move
through me at a bargain price
48 hours
circling the abyss like a shark
i received his insisting
madness and sensual smile
my mind rolled sensitively
behind 105 degrees
grace put at arms distance
a door to seperate
the hour

Everywhere The Wings of Birds

with the pile of tree's stacked
with enormous branches reaching
to the next enormous pile of tree's
the ancient and innocent
size of the universe is felt here

all the fruits of the moisture wet
the skin
and the ways of rain
have planted animals on every
bed of color
at your ankle's
trailing the edge
and beyond

the scale of life is everywhere
kissing in emerald green
on the sweet of the leaves
and feet of the juvenile bird

White Path

pull my legs and arms in
stay circled by air and rubber
with the rapids
direction
white water
folding many times over
Christina
gives no interference
to the angular pounding
with her hand
light from afternoon sun
attuned me to observe her
way
least resistance to
natural force
engagement with time

Bikes In Guatemala

not only is it very delightful
and easy in cotton colors
the head peace
in laundry on a line
and passing
on motorcycle
picture is in
my mind
to
think about
Tikal
ball court

POLY -

canoe

come along friend

float down skin to water

in the rhythm down center

and hear the clinton's sanction
a cause
the cause of

obama

tonight

i remember the french group

ahead of my canoe the walls of the jungle
went by

to Cha Creek for drinks

at lunch under a rain storm
we took cover
without rushing

time to travel
by water and relax
get a new economic, energy and education
down little water
little earth
little people

में & Women

मेड थे फ्लोवेर्स ओं थे टेबल
ओपन
थे लिघत इन थे स्काई
तूर्ण तो स्टार्स
एंड इ ग्रेव तो लिखे
हिस नेम

Swimming At The River

was my bed and rock was my
pillow too
feeling so semi permanent
talking
recognize the people and place
revelation
it takes a revolution to move
side to side
forward
pulled my leg and wouldn't let go
a solution
coming sooner than
the river whispered with notice
like the bird in the tree
i flew right to him

KINKACHU

sounding the night
each pair follow the other pair
crackling and sensitive impression.
who's watching who in the moonlight?
you don't need to take my hand
everything may pass over the small one
look to the tree's
that breath on your neck is not
the Kinkachu
Bonnie
it is the predator,
the one the Kinkachu is
playing with.

Long Body Stripes

point to point green
hoping soon it would drop off
and
never checking with at&t
sideways down the rock walk
details found by eye are 'live'
sing on snake
play on
feet
Saturday
day

TRANSPORT

letting myself go
letting myself go
letting go
letting go
cathy's voice
joel's call
alix's computer
nancy's cookies
zoran's friendship
roy's connection
kim's text
mom's reminder
jalil's email
and tonight's
wish

Apple Jam

you don't want to lose me?
me her them
two bodies blasted in a single burst
nothing dared
nothing earned
my voice has lowered
the smile on my door broke
how does it feel
naked
you are simple as one hand
turning at the wheel
i've taken the pathway through an apple
looking through the moment
letting myself go
to Belize.

In Time

hanging on a string is waiting on a wall
upside down my tail bone
swinging from cloud to cloud
one kiss falls to the earth
and only one
will make the catch
with two hands
reaching for the golden ring
of the universe
my flesh hangs over a star
through a hole bodies
walk rib to rib
suspended in time
hanging on a string
waiting to fall

RETURN

pm there was no muse out there
an early conversation with
zoran
stirred
the day

That Beep Beep Varoom Boom Sound

my thought bounced
landed and came back
returning after i told it
to never come back again
beep beep varoom boom
sounding landed next to
the turtle renting my socks
out of glitter and gold
i believed his word
later learning words are
for sale
sold and i landed back in
the market place
beep beep varoom boom
after much scrubbing and combing
the view outside my window
is the view inside my room
and when i am different
the earth will shake in tune with
the pains of our livers and sweating
blood of our blind hearts
beep beep varoom boom

LOGIN

realmS
of not thinking
scanning without blinking the night
the photo's are talking for you
no feeling's zone
witness to most things made
landed between 7 and 9
for a communication
capitalism
how boring
the skin reflected on the screen
extraordinary
whereas a whole tradition is born
killing the personal with constant
display
evaluation I and I
togetherness formed
and when i looked under her hat
with eyes of peace she wrote
letters to Nelson Mandela
pleading her case for a new president
i saw it on facebook

BEAR

kind of a wonderful world
when the sun fills the sky and the space
where you sleep
is the place where you live
before the fog rolls over my body
a Bear's yawn breaks the sounding
air with a dime of a turn
dropped in the well
left before the charm of a child
anticipation is rendered wrong
and my belly presses against the pillow
hiding from the frown of
a morning gesture
what's gone is gone
under the tail of one leg
and sent out far to the wind
my brightest moment
a road obliterated
what a groach

8 Cell Division

this isn't exactly what i had planned
then you told me how
how to open up and send in all that
sacred light
shinning down intersecting shapes,
informing my intuitive knowledge
now recognized as equations and symbols.

it takes time to fall in love,
it is our elaborate journey
to learn and evolve with time
getting to know the universe.
my partner is an eight cell walker
breathing the air of an eight cell
sky and falling for my eight cell smile.

love is the full awakening of life
at first sight,
the potential.

not knowing my arm carries
within it an eight cell division,
i may fall short
and land too soon.

Ascending The Great Divide

as i take part in today
so does the white butterfly
move from plant to flower to
fence
in and under each foot step
crawls
away the life sky
who's similarity would remain
only in an art form
ringing loud a reminder
there is me
and there is you
against the pale shadow of time
my fingers sweep across threads
of feelings
sitting on the corner of my bed
with no view in sound to debut
to be or not to be
beauty must stay for the dance
this chance has presented itself
with a cup yellow and a breast firm
awash the separation
in a world half
a universe whole

Love Is The Flower Of Life

'seen '
is the time let it flow
over and over
straight from the fire
all over the world
spread into the morning
heaping it into the cargo
and away
among improvident spirits
empty the grief in my bones with it
feels good
like the platforms of light
ascending to every way,
feels good.

If 6 Should Turn To 9

and the mountains fall to
the sea
i won't mind
fall and fall just don't fall on me
land on my memory washing down
left stream ascending to another
vehicle with wheels within wheels
pointing that free flag high
play on heart
some visual balance
where the sun
ends and the stars generate
new fields of light
copy and transport space
to concave
curve and complement
the future

This Page Phlegmatic

gone are the types of food
packing my refrigerator with
inspirational texture and choice
a void sits around me
with a barren and flat skin
nothing to look for in the
doorway
shelves where books used to
be pulled and rearranged
are collecting dust from
my bony hands now inactive
with flesh torn and out of touch
after the nature of two
leading my mind back to one
several times lost in myself
gradually inactive and unprepared
for the windows to fall and the air
dark portrayed by your absence
in morning's memory now dehydrated.

summon into focus
a moving spirit walking towards me
with green eye's spiraling,
warned in May of a
barbarous soul.

TECHNOLOGY

the driver of innovation
is not technological change,
but the need to find
our presence.

reaching far
5 fingers to the ground
pulling at an electrical
field, sparked in violet
laughter around
the place she will go
is an illusion of what
you 'think' i need
products of the world around
you is everything your investing in
in and around the world
a smoke curtain
(fe) male is changing
he(r) and (s)he deserting
the need.

May 25, 'relegate' 2008

a less prominent position
under the sky
(or)
above the soil?
where would you have me
forward my laugh
rewind my focus?
delegate
with one stroke
and dagger
short of greatness,
your very narrow gesture
carries with it
ill and rehearsed
words from others
i've heard before

The Flesh

it is not that i am cattle to be eaten
not that i am Mary to be worshiped
but your hands crossed me like
some sort of architect
after the blue print complete
you rolled my hands back and turned the key
divine inspiration is not to be locked away
for keeping and spending
the very sight of my thigh
lay still as a gold piece



my mind got stretched over my skin
somehow leaving something between
my shoulders uneven and awkward
my sex will be transfixed .

Ondiek

ah ah yea ah yea
ah yea ah yea
ah yea ah yea
Ayub Ogada
light breeze coming through an opening
before the dark sky
rest my face in the sounds
of peace
a marvelously round sound
voice
into the pores by way of
soul
homage
to the one's who live
beyond what they know
and express gentle
sway
power uninhibited by
moving coils
in the sand
ah ah yea
ah yea
ah yea
ah yea

SUNRISE

the heart came out of its
cave
lifting outside my chest
i felt freedom
happy for the one
i love
happiness felt with
no expectation
strings
ownership or
regret
i just felt
happy for him
up and over
even the pain
i am happy for
the ache in my chest
is a miracle.

Human Folly

as mentioned before,


cloddish
in
persona
and speech
even boorish
when looking
at the
moon

debauched
situation
and after
all
uncertainty
it's decided
more
fallacy
completing
a stern
resignation.

SLIGHT

bubbles
roll out
clandestinely
mistake
uman
for a human
salty
and
blue
with
tailored indifference
conduct
energy
industrious
challenge
making lines
without
walking
next to
uman.

All Aboard

the heart chakra is like a carpool
traveling towards you
gathering
everyone
over the wall
do you know you
have me plunk
included
by way of
request
directions
destination

VOLVO

sitting across from the scent of love
Rachel may ask, how her leather seat
seems so alive so odorous?
seconds of freedom
against glass where eye's follow
the lights on the backs of cars
looking severed by organic electricity
wrapped in breath
trustworks.
feelings survive
Chicago's
extended mind,
the distance
straight forward
phone
to ear.
sweetheart,
we were
there.

Every Body Talking?

body articulates the moment
found Jasmin at my door
in contemplative pause
one hand to one hand
by a spell
transfigured the wind
a currant new with conversation
for everybody
terrific satisfaction
as witness to
balance rotating
unconflicted and mysterious
nieghborhoods ask for assistance
multiple shootings hit many
pick and share
a full spectrum of communication.

EASY too two to BE

after you
next to me
in you
around me
for me?
a rose
wished
and true
time
Aziz
you
to be
easy
to
feeling
i believe
you
too
to be flying

An Angle's Capacity

each of us has a riddle
to solve
what it means to be human.
the feeling you have
are you afraid
can you sense that between
what you 'see' and what you 'feel'
is fragmented or whole?
renderings of true human or
true self come to mind
in review,
i feel the depth
of what can't be verbalized, only felt
directly
in the depths of the heart.
welling up from the pit
of our being
comes a flash of light
an individual
same as me
i would give the
answer's of an
angle to.
as complex and profound
a life
those icons
in the road
point toward a reality
that can be expressed
when followed
by chance.

FOUNTAIN

linked
passing
beauty
seen only by the seer
under
and further in the distance
mirrors of opening
open the
setting
supreme folding
down, down, down
formulating
an instant of trouble
cessation
to a moment of truth
comprehended
compulsion to repeat.

Men Have 2 Eyes

things fall apart in
our lives,
as if shaken by an earthly quake.
not by a fault
or stride,
there is nothing to point to, no one
to blame - not the wind
or the size of my kitchen.
no one with a nose or an ankle
has ever uttered a wish to end.
one smile after another,
splinttering into a beautiful circle,
holding this emptiness,
ask the man with 2 eyes,
how do you turn a bowl of blossoms
into a bowl of gruel?

Iluminated Images

spontaneously generating
a view from my window
pulling outward a reflection
of dreaming
interconnected reality
look far and imprint
orchestra in the brain
dancing midway
picture pixels
emphasis
work pleasure
handle pranic
candle light
devour
with one breath
staircase elbow
walking,
watch the wall.

GANESA

came in slow motion
through a voice awakened
by the secret

found me organic
later than most
as the soil in my belly restored
a memory of fertility and nutrition

cleared the way for honesty
and reflection
unassuming any other vision
directed by prayer
to the top of a desert mountain
i released my self.

Stars Can't Measure This Feeling

these parts sapid with inspiration
this back to the earth
blushing from ripened play
lifting our touch
then mimic the lines of a mouth
who's conversation is forward
making afternoon delight
tan
loosing sight of blue in brown
waves of cosmic rhythm
between time
waiting and knowing
the night sky
and the morning light
do
return.

FUNGIBLE

is each of us owner's of our own dress
when we walk through the street
looking through windows
and meeting a stop sign
can we find the stillness to greet
with sincerity
the beat
today the soul of a women
surfaced through the skin of her face
all the corners were smiling
her spirit was crying
flesh in motion.

AWAY

folding my arms together
turn my lips away from the gentle
rocking of everything beautiful and kind
painfully overcome the creature in my mind

what can the only one
make me feel
hold the way
until i come?

Finally, A Mark

where we started
both not believing it could
begin and end
moving on in one direction
giving
doesn't stop
right away feeling
today i am
half
we are the same thing
in search
to reach.

how much do you need?
how many photos make
a body, a person?
silver clouds are coming
and your silhouette is clear
all and all there's finally something.

NuArt

the end of meaning
drop meaning in two
meaning was created centuries ago
where did that meaning come from
is there meaning in my body
does my heart have meaning
if meaning is changing
then how do i stand
walk forward, leg sideways, feet backwards
if the earth is spinning and the universe
is spinning, meaning is spinning
in which direction
and with whom do i spin
if i place meaning in context
is it true or selective
manipulated or random
is meaning the same for you
or different for me
is contemporary art finding a new equation
for meaning?
i mean to say,
is there any meaning in love anymore?

He Could Be A She

so the sentence goes
talk about work and politics
this friend and the t.v
whose language serves one
instead of all
does conversation serve all
this is part of the new
crystal center in Russia,
how many people decided
to build the tallest architecture in the world
needing its own and personal habitat?
she could be a he for all i am told.

HOPE

10 wild horses escape
open a window and set the parrot
free
only two of your words turn
me on, bring me into focus
those words
line 100 isles with
skeletons and handkerchiefs
falling to the floor
feed
every mouth with grain and fruit
put me to nap on a wood deck
off the coast line
reaching a mile into the pacific ocean.

Circle Of Memory

my spine reaches the earth
swims up stream
coils around love.

climbs stairs
bends to fit between chairs
and rolls across fields of dust,
metal, cement and plastic.

tells me when to believe
and when I am being mislead
knows the time to rest
and how to unravel a story.

my spine leads me to the surface
walks into circles of beautiful beetles
multiplies with joy and is
spinning below the white crust of waves.

a cord or rope lifting buckets
of blood up and down
in and out of time.

I see love in memory
waiting in some quiet place
to circle the planet.

Gold Medal

streets slowly beginning
to catch fire from below,
the temperature climbing.
until we are lifted
from shoulders of leather,
feet in the sky
going on hikes to the moon,
suits swinging on trains
and dolls lining the dresser,
civil society will keep making it up.

violation of the universal law
and spontaneous selfishness
feed the mouth,
that starve the lion.

Boards Of Canada

groove with your favorite skin on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ona and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on aodn on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on ano and on and on and on and ona n and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ona don and on and on and on and on and on and oan and on and on and on and on and oan and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on a d and on and oan and on and on and on and ona da da ada dadadadadadldjlfjlghldhgiiehtldhgdkdkghasosnelslgoslsndnbbbbbbbbbdddbnikdndknkfjfncdnjdkdmvndj

SHOWER

first time i heard that sound
the birds became silent
drawings of messy charcoal lines
formed
paintings
on the tile surface
and i stood still
naked
water reaching me
covering me
surrounding me
from
his echo sounding
my will in an
afternoon shower.

From Across The Street

back impressions
curve through the corner of pink
tears fall from elephant dreams
up to now in mud

laughter will open this jar
a door
lead me to the grass
blind fold the
sound of silence

enter
wading inbetween trees
bring her to the stairs
his mind is cluttered with
their cabinets and long hair.

Time Wave

moment to moment has become
hours of loose time in mounds of rapid
sensory construction.
my attention is taken by
those sweet eye's in the days pass
and whose lazy tongue,
allot strings to
my dancing legs.
i'm hanging at the edge
of a cloud with rays of light under my chin.
through many lines and
layers of other's, these lips speak at
the chance for
something lucid.
i wish to not imagine,
the spirit living where bodies cross.
i want to cross the spirit
where the eye's stand.

250 million cars in this country

i love driving my car.
burning and consuming fuel,
rubbing rubber to the cement
and pushing the pedal to the metal.
how do i propose a new way
of transferring this excitement and Independence
to say, sailing, floating, drifting, hanging?
the entire world is industrializing.
economy is still pushing the edge of the universe
with competitive wheels leading a problem
to and from short sightedness.
wheels for the plane, wheels on the skateboard,
wheels under the bus, wheels turning the mind.