Naturally Collapsing

another generation lifted with hope
painting new murals of clouds raining on us
fair to all
planting organic and yelling out of love fashioned by hate
those rules don't fit us anymore
striping myself down by light
for the planet for the farmer for the food
i'll work with worth
not necessarily keeping step with order
of a hand shake or contract
finger guide and partner for now
texture for music and business on site
available to us daily.

across calendar days and Jefferson's ways
you may sift a word into a screen and then wait for your dream
new reason in freedom
blowing in the arts on bare breath and hair
i'll catch San Francisco's Golden Gate fair
since
congress is late with yesterday's date
collapsing by telephone, the cell is gone
ringing out another wet flood by street, a bucket
handed down consuming each fellow being,
stay with me. play with me. rattle and roll with me.

ADAPTATION

absorbed in the glory of wind
yard after yard of all that is planted
should the sensations of change be toppled out of reach
by fence or gate
of taller season's the rain would run
blending my skin and the sky's screen into one
only untouchable things of the world
were weathered with salt
standing on the bottom of the sea bed
light gave me air
gave us nothing less than power and steam
i've changed with the hour
my shoes
and taste for mushrooms
on another plate with sauce
humidity is measured by the potency of moisture
and temperature has left my skin of body asleep
waiting to be turned over
elongated by spine and foot
stepping into the future
with screen in hand and mind a float

The Snail

the snail having time
along and along with shell and air
so slow,
having touched so much
shadow
and rain falling from above her pain
a reflection
of time
absorbed in a minute
of speed
no one may lead
or follow
snail.
where moisture is deepest
snail has traveled
in spring
winter soaked
her shoulders came out to play
on with time
turn away.

The Day Night

rose around my feet like waters on the street
climbed my dress with feverish scent
pulled my hair just to show
the hour was not mine, i let go.

clear as night leans into stars
between sleeves, rung a line of tongue
i strung to tether the thought with bow and arrow
please take your time
for morning
mist and afternoon silence
follow me into the night of day
weathering a thirst for today.

the mind body

WATER

when it rains
emerald discovers the land
the soil is scented with flowering eyes
turn where you can will a leap forward
reach out to the wind with hand and face
fellowship of friends gather in collection
go forth with new discoveries of insect color
wet in laughter on the border
honeymooners go forth from underground
drive with care
a lively bottle standing
earth is stretching
promise to mend the mud and rescue the floating
rich lend
fresh green with life
newly risen seed
plant in staircases of depression
build beside the old reflection of trees standing tall
from cloud carrying gifts of mirror and moisture
unit the weather with footsteps
drenched in love
the body is saved

A Corrupt Time

public diplomacy considers peace
negotiable
with contention backed
day after day the legs of my seat
are supported by chair
where
is the protection of our social security
bundled in credit and someone's dream
a good neighbor was frisked in the day
to hold the essence of time
in a tulip
people find more respect
in the secrecy of their thoughts
everyone hopes the government would
find peace

Hang Out

the bell fell down

came crashing to earth seconds after
i passed on
a huge thing
having absorbed all these visions
cast in bronze and words of tone
insurance surely
ringing in silence
smothered by a lambs conversation
put out to vibrate
premature seedling sitting above the soil
turning
the hair on arm pink in reflection
watch with snail speed
and silence from counterparts
lead my tears under my adrenal glands
feeding gravity with blood lines
strangely in comfort with ease
safety has been pounced by tongue and cheek.

waiting for visitor's with umbrella in hand
and soaked to the skin
with applications for tomorrow
not clapping or yelling
crackling,
meditation circling
news ignite.

EVERYWHERE

walking on point and assailed by butterflies
to hand and foot a folded bill
caught in the sunlight
this time was for me to see
each moment threads each secret to life
found
lost
scattered feelings gathered by wind
and settled by dreams
blue one's with propitious wings
and landing on knee
throw your hair
join and rise and rise again
the dish is delightful
taste liberation

Weather and Land

the poet's death is her life
she has torn the blood free from her flesh
of mind,
only another can touch the character in deed
this height by volume has no cord
of the sky
i have fallen with tear
disposed of any possibility for union
touching lightly is of no measure
the usual things remark in response to rain
the day after
quite hope
leaking a faithful love of her landscape
land standing soul wet
washed over bodies who've died on course
incapable of large design
and factual truth
her gowns have no length and bare vines
hand apart
bound with briers in lap
who pronounces the world
again,
a holy place.

Ask Myself

the seated body
rose from the mind

tasting a cool light
and watching the shadows of voice
locked behind obscured replications in book
a feeling sunk to bone

a voltage going along wall to wall of water
where sea urchins tumble in delay
put on land by back and hand
piling story on top story
around them,
civilization unfolds
a comb of song and skin

the limitless air
blows my curly hair this way and that
lightness of time and thunder of heart
to seek the color of fruit
and feel the pulse of plant

the body gives way to truth

POINT

politics of feeling good
good feeling a talk in politics
NOT.

like bird said, " money don't make cents"

KUNDALINI

it does not come easy by day or leg
withstanding the cluttered minds at my side
falling hearts entangled with barbed kisses
my chance by art
i have blended many material and common thoughts together
given over to irrational winds that prolonged a goodbye
water or stone
and fragile bouquet's standing on end
to speak of truth
for bones settle in cool shadows
against each other under construction
groundation and obligation
with your hand or on wooden flute
stead fast in tongue with scent
here i am pushed into my body by plant and animal
a seat i am sitting
a passenger heart born and worn
gently beating the floor while keeping the crown
of no more than five pounds
positioned and aimed to cut through
sorrow and pain

The Other

they hardly need dishwashers
a great problem then in society
an inconsiderable amount of drop outs
staring at the colors of a garden
don't buy the local big car
the validity of game rules do not apply
not everyone must play
the rule in united states in the sense of confidence
you may try not to be
if you know
what are we going to do
circle around conformity and gates
pounded with sensible clothes that are of no real use
as we have tried it
floated by care and from standing
all people are divine
free and easy hair loves outsiders with wigs
i was making a basic gesture
in adult consciousness
with a baby mind of innocence and pleasant
views of marked behavior
tail bone down and back to principles
of reduction and simplicity
do not panic
allow the sun to rise
and set on my skin
your smile

By Surprise

the horn makes me feel the color
solar by day and metal by night
nature standing aside for the big one
across my back the eyes of night disturbed day

crossed and content or flat with m on my back
breeze
reflection and time
pause
the park
plays me and plays me and plays me
bball and hoop strangers bounce
yoga and
tree
grass

Year's End

just moved to view the window with light for reading
came to listen to the words held up
wiggling towards the mountains and pine
outside
willing bodies move to make rain
watch rain and surface from rain
soaked in Bali's down pour last February
plastic bags adorned women, men and children on scooter
flooded by Monsoon
a concert of plant and people, tire and wall
torrential beginnings
at a distance from here
today i'm a float with balloons and blessings
singing happy birthday by light

from past to future congress weary of waves
from neighbor to merchant
if the language not hold time by present sense
a year later,
i still feel the tracks
leading
and followed by
earth

RESOUNDING

surfacing file for the one in your mind
sounds like warmth
sensations directed to outline this feeling
finding a texture of memory to install
bring down a curtain
find a cure for this part of time
holding the flow of images close
and leaning back with the wind
take a leap across the bush
a mile in scent and scenic places
i need more wood
to keep this fire
and not part

if i plead for the sky to open,
would a bounty of hearts
catch the swing in sound and return to
feel through the bundles
lead us with a perfect scent
and chant down the wet road
lick the willing eye
and never say goodbye?

Build Another Love

kill them softly if they feel over naughty
fool the mighty
and leave some mystery in people's mind
now rooted in soil
around the body one should create the sun
rise for the one
take many across dreamed day's and all their troubled ways
for arms carry and share
spaces float through my hair
spinning the love zone
not knowing where or when
how to do the things that we do
traditionally keeping color from color
and land from land
not until them lift out fear
can one be won

Light From The Dark Matter

i've no feeling for anything
little darling has been put to the sky
some macrobiotic dish could we bare just for the flare
little darling has taken a long road
seems like the path was a detour a long time sitting
smiles may return
letting go of the why and how
if all the people feel
alright with a little
darling
asking the right questions out load
night shadow night shadow
sun here it comes.

Meditation / TAT PRATISEDHARTHAM EKA TATTVA- BHYASAH

silver and gold
through my finger tips
a light
carried by soil
another day ringing the bells
simple for this one is cloudy
round with a filter and coloring
mutated by language
love is in the motion of my face
and any poisonous blow intended
under a pounding moon
a grimacing horror will shake and awake
up lift the tomatoes and potatoes
the unconscious life carries me under
not today, rise with one simple wish,
work among the crows and carry
juice of the nature
with blessing

Lake Tahoe

a particularly good sense
once pines surrounded a hand and foot
an eye and wing of sound shaped
the reflection of morning
with ripe color and smell
union is thriving with penchant blossoming
tossed open by my indebtedness.

ah, love is a voyage with sky and earth
what shadowy memories bound in wood
the roller of my heart
leaping to surrender
breaks up from the landing of skin
another naked arm lifted
tracing a summer's wholeness in sun
tremendous feeling for a found pathway in blood
continued by art and friends
birth and genital spark.

Placerville Ranch

mountain line
followed by the line on your face
your girls mouth

the eyes from south to north
in full reach
could not see as far as the
heart can reach

smell of hay
pushed itself to lumps and bumps
under the skin
a lasting kiss
horses move under the whip

leaning all day on walk
under trees up dirt
your thing talked
past to all ages
late night drink under stars
is where you could find us
history until eight in the morning

The Career Of A Lifetme

took a position of sitting
with antennas streaming outward
fragrance from the yard moved around me
floating a rib
sounds of Jupiter rang through my belly
and my left eyeball swam under my cheek
leaving the back up
i've made a decision to wait for news
lying down
meditations absorbed in limitless shapes
under me the earth stands round in quakes
a voice from the wind pushes
my dream
to a presentable occupation
body talk peace walk

One Love

these insights emerged from minutes
sitting outside the box and listening
perceptions rang from the breeze
a thought or two in reflection
carried an inherent quality
through an arm and between the ears
worth living and pitching peace for
nature
is the showrunner
the artist
the eye of my thought
running a thread between time
space is our messenger
collapsing new theories of everything
by storm and heat
we are rejected in numbers
and survive by color and scale
know-how
bleeding hearts mend by unity
one love

The Closet

skipping around the hour
wearing stripes and landing a tongue
on point
blue of a bird
ear open and eyes roaming
the colors of nature
reproduced
re-fabricated
remembered on cotton and silk
listening to hear
what next
i shall wear

KOI COY

visiting, when invited
always by surprise and in view,
i happened upon,
koi:

a pond of gathering saints
with color splashed
in cold.

then,from above
below was easy and gentle
with interest reflecting
eye to eye
skin to scale.

grace made visible in ripples
my arms hung
heart swam.

purpose achieved in a pond
of gold, red, white, black
of perseverance
i turned back.

circled in strength
to and from
my flesh
their mouth
at peace.

I Was Born In America

I cook with arame and wakame but, I'm not Japanese
I think with science but, I'm not a scientist
I have a dream like Martin Luther King but, I'm not black
I live in Koreatown but, I'm not Korean
I love like mother Teresa but, I'm not religious
I sit with a wood flute but, I'm not native
I listen to the right wing but, I'm not republican
I dated a Serbian man but, I'm not from Yugoslavia
I dance for Jah but, I'm not Jamaican
I like chili ranchero and beans but, I'm not Hispanic
I read Chinese fortune cookies but, I'm not Chinese
I help heal people but, I'm not a doctor
I said, "lila tov but, I'm not Israeli
I voted against the lobbyist but, I'm not a politician
I watch Charlie Rose at night but, I'm not Nancy
I have a good friend from Turkey but, I'm not a Turk
I don't eat pasta but, I am Italian
I had an affair with a woman but, I'm not homosexual
I married for a green card but, I'm not from the Philippines
I dress with Belgian fashion in mind but, I'm not Belgian
I am American AND I do have a choice!!

Roof Is Leaking

felt a puncture
a deviant sensation holding me chilled by fire
of intrusion this feeling won't die off
through contemplation this felt sense lasts
by storm and hand
the sky is leaking
the earth pierced
our roof is broken
soaked in excommunication up to posture
sukhasana appears on table tops with paper and pen
make policy far reaching
give the power
to self regulate with righteous information
education to everyone above the soil and
finance groups who share time under the sky
with peace in their eyes
house
fashion
divine

VARIABILITY

we find today
the heart complexity confounded
with feeling
the heart is stretching
teaching direction of irregular patterns
spontaneous paths worth living
dried up
the rhythm
wake up
get yourself unconfirmed and into
dangerous
territory
manifested in vippasana
praise the voice worshiping
no problem

Sounding The Time Right

building a trinity of motion around my skin
hook ball and by the foot
another easy tail flipped across this thought
when under the sky and in line with stars
i'm calm with your voice sounding out
each word holds a note for the next
building a trinity of motion forward
spontaneously in setting with my master
even and externally flowing
suitable for vitalizing pranic heat
and signaling all nostrils to scent illusion

be versed in all forms of neighboring vibrations
the Queen

MISTAKEN

their idea of cleanse is surfaced with powdered dreams
satisfaction by a watch and chain
putting down a smile of mine
and what i've said before
crossed by some floating face
most wait with suspicion in the place
of collection
that those things are
of freedom

on these worn out knees
with hand on chest
stinging the hour
i've been shown again
that the obsessed are somehow blessed
irritants and vagabonds
holding arms and legs together
with voice
and star lights
shinning on objects sediment

eight nine ten

i won't call back then, i'll wait for your call
a huge leap from here to over there
with no problem
stepping on stones with tunes
deliver all the value of sound these eyes can manage
your being raises me above cat and beside rock
suddenly i've lot's of friends
in the hour of health a dollar is planted in food
drink and love

Individual Love

was creating a memory in that moment
i understood this feeling would come back
URGENT time flung itself around this sense
body standing and body sitting
no leader and no follower in waters shallow
that bone floated in samadhi
the depth of our union is infinite
for now
sensual arousal shaped the smoke
flowing in real
moving the system in synergy against doubt
the music lasting
American freedom transcends the best
diversity in union
unisex
since you love me Mo(re)
with a fixed anatomy
where you take me down
with water
i'll make that beat mine

Getting Closer

didn't you know
day by day all those who doubt
throw hand and sleeve across the sun
blocking the world from change
and earth's unmoving infinity
have fallen under shades of obstructed sensitivity
oak chariots carry the fox
and giraffes are fed to view yesterday's
mistakes with sugared talk
breaking night's conversation with day
another possible affair
moved into incandescence and ear

to the wind a voice will let go
HER eyes to a gaze on the sky
and in the dark of her soul
mute and awake
getting as high is high
a holding pattern will lay circled
and ready when morning comes
on two feet with root and sahasrara opening
above as below
didn't you know?

Inception In View

frontier of the mind
with inception of mutual thought
show me that you love me with all your might
transcending sub and conscious drifting
with a platform to dive deeper
into waters flowing with pure and formless shine
teaching confidence how your feeling
the wait is not long
reaching for you with royal ease
for this speed is continuing across lands of sand
time to use the mind in conflict resolution and save the heart

GOLD

walking into the grooves this speed is endured
by the process of tuning and refining
another arm carry's silver gold and leather
across miles of paved streets the line ascends up
with ordinary skills one can outlast the weather
up and everybody could know what diamonds from the earth
can do to one century of business
fashion and teeth

quality of your smile
shows the efforts of your soul
in the hour of pure vision
all the things reveal their value

Left Hand Under Right

club likes my body work
try to get unlimited love in catching the right
side flows with a positive shared feeling
that is not easy to hit
with one hand

My Plant

yesterday evening my plant had a small party
to the night, voices were soft and agreeable
and how interested in love.
knowing onesleaf, the daughters of the god
found many mysteries
running through the spine of green fibers
matched the blood of her seedling and reared
by the heart of our sun.
possibility constantly makes the plant appear
in hallways and windows,
tall and conscious of light.

The Place

crossed over leg at desk
an hour or three in work with book and tea
banana yellow is framed midway
with lights of fire and scent of prayer
the walls and skin share color and shadow
with stillness another vision took from the sheets
a toss of hair, eyes open and close
sounding afternoon relaxation with night time bounce
plans for a retreat to the kitchen,
always
present
and listening for a message
from my blood
an invitation open for transfusion.

Friend In Disquise

activity guaranteed by niceness
those taking forward the love
by the rivers standing firm
green trees reaching from root to stem
upward a good one still in the mind
a window opened and i'm walking
straightened by a friend in disguise
reflection found in our past a future image
holding hands and feet
changing our skin talk
with peace and love

Mindful Paper

call me if you need anything else
going down the rest hallway for a look
with ears leaning sideways and a net in hair
for so many hours
these thoughts and fingers have sifted
pushed open door by window
a working mind

Stay High Sizzla

you try to watch me in some way
never out of sunshine stay out of the shade
skip around on the final day

Ruled And Washed Over

deep and black and sticky
molten emotions
after three years
my mark is alluring
refined by emotional line up
standing sitting lying down
arise thought and my back has shed
found me in golden
territory ruled over by faith

Protest In Stillness

hooded against hot and cold
water of the land felt the skin of my lip
enough time around a circle for insight
bleeding through my t-shirt a heart
saturated with human's speed
stillness holds protest
by seed
now seated in delay
calm handed and
curved for operation
with shakti rising
a dove will take the blue of my eyes
surmounting yesterdays faith
entrance

Buddha In Line

in freedom to be real on stage
where i am in time with pant and idea
did anyone notice one shoe on and one shoe off?
for the lights i would sit in silence with a body
talking by card & listening by voice
come forward i said, put your ornamental foot out in front
and delay a foot bare in favor for truth
had the black of the floor blazon the heart of the flesh?

Independence Day & Energy Evolution

common line around the will of skill
for the military's position i would applaud
a national cause of humanitarian security
marching synergy in line against poverty
holding form for shared information and education
willing to put myself on the line
demonstrated at home by dish and cloth
sustainable me
in 2012 Denmark matches a Kyoto plan
mark by walk and policy with Germany
personal agency
can lead to produce and consume less
of change for saving and more of change
for sharing.

Concerning Friendliness

early growth bent over to see Dharma
plucked from a vision on glass and pierced by expansion
the face of a leaf took form of a wolf and spoke from the wind
in the trunk of elephant rounds of grass roll
turned by pink flesh and broken down by acid
another sun stole black from sleep and reflected orange
across my feet patience sit round after round
turning Dharma upside down and swallowed by valleys
my walk exhibited a svelte intent to cross the light
erected in posture
known at two, a mind is one and shared with centuries
by steady exchange of skin and smile.

Wimple

rolled through the outdoor terrain
nose to earth and shoulder to sky, the bloody hen
gathered her feathers and peeked through a rotted cage
heart pounding at the rhythm of a wallop.
for hours and years the tall man used and abused by hand and mouth
juice of the fruit and flesh,
thieving abundance
with tool.

insight crawled slowly across the earth
in guise and shield
with grace and joy, divided among
command and metal,
wind sailing and sky diving
returned with chic timing
mingling among continents,
with shakti and word.

LINEAGE

hands floating to a stream
the day put a sun in the sky
on foot with other prints in paw
traveled by word
i remember day dreaming and night visions
with things as they are
the arc of one eye
and with wish and bone
my body will stay afloat on breath
carried up by spirit and work
spine to skin
ordained to view the horizon
and advance through a fence of oppression
poised on two feet

Monkey On My Back

followed his shadow into the light
a cloud of mist dropping on my shoulder
and fingers climbing a knife around
the mind
something pulling and a slight tease
swinging with the breeze among free formed leaves
pestered by his shallow leap
still connected to my posture
enveloped by air of fools breath
appeal
has so many faces on call
he took shape in the times with tapping
another brain or four
holding yellow flowers at the gate
a dozen offered by arm
he would take the arm the flowers and
the gut of my words

Felt-

softness in the air
a view from the window to the sky
mountain everywhere
heat everywhere
the shower water hot too
the pool water hot also
and night still
spirit
in the desert

WEATHER

interest among clouded heads
how absurd a thought
i sat all day trying my best to bring
the temperature outside down
asked the water to cool off
sitting on fire
i'll roast a prayer
and surrender to the boss

Wild Fire

my mouth shuddered at his posture
the stature of his spirit took me to silence
thieving or telling,
he held the moment with both tails
a whip struck my thought
and my mind had to swim.

mischief or art?
hunger seeking a seed
i finally fell to sleep
with matter out of place,
threatening the gods of my mind
with new models of divinity.

Ozi late night
still, collecting fruits
a place of feeling
standing, sitting or lying
listening and waiting.

Poor Minds

the crook wants my marbles
in a jar or on paper.
toads and their cousins are calling
asking for my hand
while judgment drops from their mouth
and high fashion shoes stand in the door
circling
found position under a tree
in the shadows
oh, the crookedness of it all.

Rise In Pink

on top of my head
and turned upside down
eye to eye on white
in a flash of twenty four hours
several parts went in the right direction
a combination
leading to the right room
and the right feeling
M would hold my flesh
with the right touch
coming at the right time
morning arrived like a gift from the night
wrapped in mouth
rice on the walls
we stuck together
like shades of pink
snail shell

A Path Is Opened

i am just as i was
with half of me left behind
and half of me walking forward
edge of my ears lifted
my fever would wipe the mirror
send me to the trees and i shall shed
a year or two from the past
cleanse my liver and bladder
in eyes of forest green
a path is opened
by an enlarged smile
a rock or two will get turned
the sun will breath in light
and justice will get kicked over
shaking the waters free
washing my bones
hand to hand:shadow and dream
rolling around another obstacle
sitting in the now
we feel the way we feel
most I and I.

Earth's Story

law is firm and in letter
tree is rooted and difficult to fall down
still, man found a way to slice
cut off the roots and take
extra
must be asked
what is your message?
how will you tell
a world community
that
we need more

Forward Stroke

fish with yellow glow
each to the one would like to
know my skin has cheer
the other a flash before the hour
how would i know what side
of the table your on
would the feeling
roam for days with this thought
draw collect
fallen
grace
still painting
a life

CORNERED

i fashioned myself a penchant for loneliness
a hard reality for kisses
and arms with motion for dance
motorcycles and love
radical reflection
observed an irrational wind that turned me
set me loose and watch the light
hear the family
address me untamed and selfish
though, the meaning of it all
keeps me fragile and watchful
another day
my whole life has had tune
among the stars and beneath the moon
i step between chance and earnest ground

TIME

concentrated stay
forward gaze on the wall
a vocal message with eyes of blue
brown hair curled to the floor
and the words carried between squares
of glass
we drank tea
lifted our thought and felt
a cosmic smile
behind the belly
a monkey laughed
at my voice stands the obstacle
mountainous memories of past
and today's story
come prepared to speak
what birds sense
and tigers see
stillness has a turn

Feel It

did that for doing it
not standing at any corner
nor positioned by star light
fooled with earnings and books
driving or dancing
left meets right on line
by window or sail
unadorned or pimped
felt-sense
glow
tell me did you really think
if you want it you can get it
take it slow
if it's food for thought
i'm dressing the table at four
demand it
truth

WORKING

one racket for four hands
meditate on the swing
give a wink and inspired blink
stand still like Tadasana
rise though my doubt is sitting tall
shaking the moment in half
little parasite drown your ears
my tune will make whole
the day
turning up blessed

Yes, I Mind

the table does not mope.
round wood in the depths
within lives the root
favoring the cosmos
a morning can reach all the way to the moon
leaving shoes by the door.

lets get lost.
a curious eye on touch
followed by seated asana
a life is not outward
nor is love all inward.

crowd the streets.
a mind may roam for hours
in spaciousness imagined by heart
legs keep pace with face
not of things,but mind.

Mess or Bless

pick pocket clean up best spill
tracking and clocking damage

heal it fix it cure it
honor
a demolished home
five people killed and arms torn off

gun fire at an intelligence peace offer?
drug trade
nuclear leak
human trafficking
social and environmental problems

executive and creative hour
true stories from real lives
schools shelters community centers

language from the underground.

Gulf Of Mexico, BP Oil Hole Unplugged, May 2010

thick swirls of man's misfortune
collect bodies of blackness
in waters of blue tears
crying fish heads left a lone
with war's of dark mass
covering nature's beauty
choking out members one by one.

introducing natural disasters of man's hands.

SEPARATIST

circled by demand
taking the land
took the water and the air
greed to take the planet for their children
store the goods and support
their pile.

clap for them
watch from the window and observe
their storage building
growing intelligence
for who?
for them and them ONLY.....

Peeled Away To The Sky

my arms opened over head
uncommon with the air,
breath took sound with energy
booming petals began ascending the walls
with peach climbing and rolling with a felt sense
another promise would be the only
word
for this experience.
steady
the front peeled away to the sky
landing in on my chest
his color and soul
smell
presence and union.

Love Can Stretch

did you say things were turning around
do you know why the sun slipped behind
purple clouds
in front of your mind
a blistering distraction of the truth

next day wind took your attention
through this body the reason why
we could not land above earth

the use of heart has been held
from the front line
doing what everyone does
so slow to reach the pounding sound
for a pair or even a household
love is not enough

CHARACTER

pappa text me, he's back in town
show my shen in a moment of man
howling at the moon
27 times around a circle of 108
four
hold the door, can't help but watch him
reach for him as he goes
call back to him and tell him
your beautiful
in that man's suit
i can see the shoulders
rounded or up and straight
the body talks

State Of The Mind Today

three states of existence
with only two roads to ride
a motor consciousness is subject
to one way flow
walking running and sitting
i found lying down to be relaxing
under the trees with a gentle breeze
our shape was star like
and three qualities of nature
obtained in a single moment
took shape in the practice
we arranged time to sound out
the ache and pain across the mundane
poetry of the body
took flight

The Fabric Of Time & Space

force that rules the cosmos
sitting with tea in hand
sunrise turned just three hours before
the tempo of my skin awoke
gravity tugged at the dreams in my mind
met with laughter and sensual past time
a warped moment of previous noted space
gave way to the fabric of a man's back
addicted to the feeling of infinity
as the black hole reveals light
so love,
shall spread across the earth
as the ocean covers the land.

After Hour

smoldering light of moon and stars
another cosmic smile turned the night
last chance chase the dance
leading with swag
i almost took the plunge
made the drive and met the flesh

what holds us back?
who pulls the strings?
get the truth
on to the next one......

Waves Of Tues-Day

this hand was easy
lettered with expression
a fashioned note
enjoyed by the art and culture
of radio news.

a person who is running around spending
chasing down a barbarous gold
thinking about Afghanistan wow's
the boredom of narrow joy's
fill war's arms with heap's of rows
tanned arms and booted toes.


lead a foot to the door
return for Dharana
permeated space
clear the mind
two blankets rolled out
for one or two
the time is new.

Discipline On The Mat

early asana with eyes wide shut
a witness of my own ego
carrying a heavy cart across the road
a return to the basic of positions
breath
would take the weight off my back
put the wheels in motion far reaching
the unconscious

tapped by patience
the ride is vast and gregarious
pounced by tiger
my pose remains fixed
caught in the rain
my body shall endure
with not a shake or sweat,
the cross of joy is struck upon
my skin
where white
reflects the shadow of
another color

So Far

tall man coming through the kitchen
has a book on each table
the day opened with work
rolled to a back and carried the food
cooked with tender force
the dish
is a sexy god

Brown Romance

my teeth went into the bone
just below the flesh a river
of sound touched a golden nerve with a beam
the next floor was shaking
i'm not sure but, i think i'm under a spell
above all the love
jazz kept me awake
and the feet of our feet
kept me feeling
for another day
it is not normal
to be this way

Starting The Day With You - M - Return to S & Catch O @ 2 , D is on the line.

your back touch i can't stop
pull the bricks load the truck
carry the weight send the sail
call early
leave early
stay late
drop another date
morning bomb lifted the sky
burning with fire
heed the light of day
another soul lifted to express
the union
in posture a song floats
on to the next one.........

Another Client

pulled at the tongue
laughed all the way into
another lesson with yellow
circling in spirals
above the belly and below the chest
solar side is right
next door is quite
a fish dish
finishing the night
joined
long term
infinite
experience tabled by food
time
shadow
and for the love of it all
sound
take the worry away
spread past another hour
on paper
the lesson collected ambiance

Unconditional Love Is Scarce

how the flesh forms
a liking to the touch
of woman's memory the world love's
when winter's gone
she is still on the other line
taking the call
poised above deceit and threat.
if he should fall short
if his arm has been broken
and his feet are stuck in oil
it is
a woman who opened the door
turned the lights on
and kept the flesh clean.

Seven Hours Later

morning had a taste of soul left over

a buzzing of the felt - sense singing

and my laugh runs the trills of a blue horizon

left to my own contempt

the day moves connected to the wind

on frail bird's feet, 

i arrive with intent
played or observed.

in shades of love

i may or may not return

finally only sounding om

with only a dialog of lions and falling water,

shakti pulls me up

writing, planting, sewing or cooking

flame and fire

return me to the night.

Mother May I?

it came just as union does
with a third person
down the street
an echo

six feet above
arm to mouth and feet together
in a skirt
twirling, looking at the sky
i came
for the song and dance
thank you for carrying me
mother

day of journey
unknown entrance
into a planet of life
still, looking at the sky
here to connect the stars.....

The Fight

stood at the window
on two feet with heart pounding
almost broke a mind
after meeting heartless flesh and bone
who are lost to the struggle

carried by rumor of desire
love got consumed in shades of darkness
i looked them
pierced the eye
lifted love
and walked away

Early Bird

morning inspired me with imagery
of antennas and roots
dancing to the sound of a ring
bell chimes
smile sits
and the session
grew positive

Sometimes You Have To Change Everything

sunshine will be here for all time
policy can change
love is under the current
presidents will change
morning following night
has opportunity raining down
the mountain is taller than the low land
techniques could change
a method must change
the lover
needs change
words appear to
need change
a pocket holds change
tomorrow may change
today's practice is going to change
my mind
imagined a changed leader

ATTRACT

back up, back down
not holding back
oh, my aching back
going back
out back
tasting some new snack
holding thought of Swami
intact
siva kami is coming back
not to mention a sound track
boom
threshold broken
stronghold on Abbot Kinney
a new attraction
could be a reading
forward

BARE

true held arm
like the one inside
with fashion landing on the outside
entered by sleep
another feeling suspended
today
is the flesh of his thought
so black
he forgets
the white of my eyes
land feelings
in a sparkling pond
swimming the pain
fish by lion by tree by earth
bye man

Spiritual Witness

designed by yogi's
anatomy of love
leaves heart in a dish
seated with napkin
loaded
my refrigerator is full
fresh smile with new faces
closing out and discovering
the truth
M
Y
the years
go fast and time
stands alone
with a show
circulating
slow

Standing Outdoors

down in a hole down in a deep dark hole
riding the course and waiting for dinner
counting the beans stirring the rice
crying for humanity
the fall of strength for goodwill
hunting for stature and humor
free wheeling and free of suspicion
a chief ingredient nestled between parts
with front door shut and back door too
cooked but still human
followed by absorption
sewn by maybe somebody's mother
and lugging the scent by torso
separated from heart
and waiting to be rejoined at the mouth
the day
held only by paper.

lovers sprouting in the yard
like celery stalks
another urikshansana
stretched up over the roof
the pelvis open
raising my chest to the sky
round round want to go around
want to read the final pages
read by the little red bird
wind comes and goes
and so long so, the story unfolds.

No Human Union Will Satisfy Love

among the day are chintzy soul's moving with hammer
speed by word
cutting into the flesh of a scented room
taking to the waste side
an illusion of hedonism amidst sunshine
and volcanic eruptions
they are acting by demand with instruction
not noticing the world is being choked
by another set of chairs
below my feet i am supported
reading A Life Of Colette
at risk with hand and word
the more review i do
the better a friend
stand yoga
tadasana has only the earth and sky
married to thyself
extended by heart and trunk
no bind between human will satisfy love

Wishire Boulevard, Los Angeles, California, USA

clothes are changing more than a person-hood
needs a change of person
for miles
Whilshire Blvd. has the longest of cosmopolitan lanes
for all that being sustainable reminds us of care
cosmopolitan reminds us why we don't care
you wake up like you don't want to go
now you missed two meetings and you have no work
you gotta
fight for your right to party

Choler Earth

sit with the calm center of a cyclone
eye's are doors to the mind
shut and the mind reflects

once upon an attachment to each other
the tree stood for long periods
and clouds came and went
by choler the earth would shake
a foot would step or run over
and bodies kept holding on

until the time when
each other would caress the earth
plant a tree for taking a tree
catch rain in the wash
walk with love
give right information to the need
and let each other breath

POPCORN

can you imagine in a time like this
feelings of guilt for not having enough
looking anything but, perfect and irresistible
how many people rent a bulldozer and take the extra down
get in get help and get on with your life
the tune is nice but, it could cost you your Saturday's
from fun in the park and stimulating dog talk
not without baseball or football or basketball
audio and reading have become my leisure time
and it is quit relaxing
are people really ready to get along with their
neighbors
this time

Hatha

arc of breath across flesh of bone
arm of limb lifted among wings
blood of skin seated on the rib
followed by light
my heart steered by the movement
now i'm lifted by the sounds
spinning signals enter with peace
my antenna is sky high.

across the desert, conversing with wind
and among the silent
who here has extended sensitivity
when the moment of union
transmutes the appearance of love?

Clear Road Home

na na that's not my style
where the flowers at?
i'm thinking i'm the one
give you the right hand
curls swimming in color
that reflection was from childhood
and the distance is comfortable
it feels good to wait

paved by camping, river bathing, ocean fires
the road with activity
some who get it now, casual
coming through and getting bark on
after sports a cold drink and comfortable chair

transmitted romance with shared joy
get that
come back for that
holding on for you
expect it, it's real.

you still with me?
yoga next, this morning is giving me time
settled in and meditating
the night was exhilarating
a gun that went off with no right and no wrong
bang, i felt another heart
and the air is light today
focus of an eagle
the day circles a ring of daydream.

SATURDAY 2010

witness the sun making an arc
over the sky's blue square
above my crown a whisper came from Canada
rings my soul with history
a friend called before i woke
the belly of my eyes rolled side to side
fingers reached forward
and if left alone
i'll agree with my skin
give thought to Mr. Englehart
and respect the observance of today's breath
compelled to practice in a half hour for an hour
and then change my shoes

Anyone Can Play

connected with wireless
greed coming in several directions
those getting have gotten the bug
now the outside is just material
and the inside is building garbage
a necessary job in 2010
take the trash out

Eye To Eye

followed the journey of my eyes
today they walked among many
starting early with randy

good will in passing before too long
my embarrassment found the back door
memory took my arms to the ceiling
the feet turned around on themselves
surprised by a leg
the sight of each other
lasting images for our tails
forgotten fingers
and twisting the words

yoga was good this morning

Lasting Men

m went to dinner
o jumped north
i moved east
v calls every holiday
t got a motorcycle
sean is at the door

Same Old Story

if i gave you a slice of the pie
with many hands reaching towards
an equal amount of pleasure
with two almonds and three kisses
a motor bike and some oil
black bird could sing for everyone
sending each a head start
thinking remains thinking
and the feet continue to travel
faces look at mirrors and still,
hands keep reaching for two more slices

OMNIPRESENCE

that you see within your love
a spiral movement of her reflection
under his foot and leaning on cement
at 40 mph the speed of my conviction
remains firm with arms and eyes ablaze
of dance the audience is everywhere and all around
love on the upside of affection
a chance to be by myself for a couple hours
to be with future love
in today's vision
sam had the right attitude about freedom
straight up honesty to clarify the situation
positions landed my furniture on S.Menlo Ave.
all new faces ride the elevator and walk the halls
alone with smile
i have made up my mind
love is coming to me with big dreams
under all that i feel i know i can make it this time
attraction coming with the wind
this whirlwind is not distracting
the presence is communication

JOY ain't going to let you go

stay
another month and the humming bird
will have left for the moon and stars
would have starved for you
to be alone on the roof in your car
and on the street
there is no reason why
the night has to turn around
we will always know
the roads have love
ain't going to let you go
stay the mind
the heart and soul
we have the sky
the earth the kingdom of joy

Rich Judgement

way too beautiful services among kind souls
flowing with beings connecting
circles and points across ground
with arms and lips reaching
mind body
investing responsible capital
works into holding
with eyes to the sky
feet on the pavement
take me to another land
let me understand
the one's who are still thirsty
those who have and those who don't
another day under the sun
everyone has the moon
across the afternoon
the rich who judge and don't share
the poor who are stuck and don't grow
the loving is so good
let it share close to it's natural form
HELP
when called upon
find capacity bountiful
where water runs
the blood
survives
the wars of hatred
and ignorance

Calling Out

go on the inside wire
she/he is not your friend
and if you need a special invitation
only you know who is watching
make a stand with education
and your mom
educated demons and educated fools
stack more in the high tower
and enjoy looking down
the youth will stand in a new justice
try to meet over all and deal
with humankind. as long as you use what you learn
to teach the next one what you learn.

Ash Faced

looking at the face
all those soulless selfish pocket pushers
road up and road down
full of gas and doctor's appointments
the underground boils with cocked eyes
been around the room
scattered with papers
you owe, you need, you must, pay,
another soul
lost in duty
coal carried planet

FAVORITE

tune the wheel toward the one with sincere language
forward off and out faking it like a trout
about your lover
the day is full with people talking
the night dark with stars
and the music just right

Court Day

unique principle under the hoop
Jamaica language pulling by thread
diversify the leaders
speakers
sounding another voice calling the system
is lousy
can it work for everyone should it
be sent on paper wings
carried by Hillary
anger moves in the skin
love moves by mouth
dreams move the story
basketball moves my day
Sunday at play

Spiritual Vacancy

rolling across morning fog
we stood on our feet with four eyes
we shared a second of freedom
between the stars and our toes
a root uplifted
with indicative fashion the moment led us forward
another heart unspoken
another kiss unshared
another mind separated
another feeling forgotten
another day in LA
another thought unexpressed
another bone left at dinner

Enter At Anytime

sphere of other energies streaming in and out of sight
Costa Rica calls with friendship and fresh air
Venice remains at the surface 'happening' on the market
fresh vegetables have the color of my notebook
with so many pictures the world is getting a massive photo shoot
for the education of those who may or may not travel
a view of the world is like Sunday
a smile to be shared a walk to be taken a farmer to be seen
in the worlds arms
no one needs any harm
too much
or not enough
streaming

Leap Forward & Wait

this hour took light felicitously uncovered
for a moment my hands felt lost
in night open the day
the lid of my eye went for a double glance
in dream
the future came before waking
hope forward at a chance to share
another sunrise
in peace
enough done said all there is right
exhaustion with purpose now finding flesh
excuse to sit in silence
now obverse

CONSCIOUS

lead the life you love
love the life you lead
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
most i jah
strongest position is the action
upside down stand firm in solidarity
in shower the eyes are the glands of your skin
washed away the look of another
inside the look is happening
over every other subject based on the heart
fight again must fight again
right action conquer with communication
the reason under no false delusion
has a conscious
in and around the bone
secrets wait in the blood
must fight again
this earth has seen the truth
if you have a heart
rule it over all.

Letting Go

wind carried a voice
night sky told the way
my feet are not tripping
over the road my arms float
back to LA and in a radical position
needing photo's and a pencil
posture is taking form
non-attachment
of mind i am trusting
the sun will keep me warm
the land should hold my spine
up right
my heart has the felt-sense
with this freedom
wanderer has come to time

Hindu Island

lunch at Liokouras house out back/front
noodles, stir fried
last meal for these experimental days.
Bali
took me by wings
a friend today and gone tomorrow.
i've heard in Native Indian Sou language
there is not such a word as, goodbye.
at level
i feel tuned in to return
on the surface
the distance is far
at the root
i will soak in thought
Hindu Buddha Siva Kami
will find her/his way.

Late Hour Kept Coolen

yoga barn that's soooo gooood
experienced over and over again through open walls
scenery with rice fields and roof tops green in the wind
presently i'm listening to soul sister cause truly music liberating
the sound of voice looking around the town
chase UBud to the monkey forrest
turn my fortune upside down
with a window seat take it out of town and look around
taxi Darius ride for an hour there and an hour back
on and on all about bali in the universe attention need you in
my drink with sushi dinner and Simonatta and Marco and Francesca
late night roll across two clubs in the morning at 4:30
i'm passing the third club and taking a scooter home.

Across From I Love Bali

cafe corner across from i love Bali boutique
at a scooter crossing love circles
with dirty work thirsty for a new world
some know the real reality of freedom
and it doesn't come by exchange
cocktails or dinner
how do i look
what do my eyes communicate
do i have the stillness of an owl
creating the collection now called, the family
i am asking the source to enter me
why i stay open
free.
everywhere love moves in conversation
following a subscription of trance, Nicki's
furniture moves the vision
sight moves body
moves at each crossing a new shape
love divine
road side and with no reason.

Bali Sky

could that be a spine
moving across the table floor
no chair holds me at KuDaTa sunset
myself standing with stick and ball in hand
above calling
for sunset will rise and set ablaze of the hour
the soul of everyone is riddled by hype
pierced by red purple and orange stabs
clouds giggle as the children play
below
night
is already entering my body
with first born
dark
sweet
and new

Mysterious Color

going over to Tony's Villa
leaving the pool for Jesus
take a taxi to dinner
watch the rain pound the streets
watch and wait
in a posture of kneeling
a vision from a memory
for i saw that their being was like this
service is a blessing a gift of the highest beauty
spiritual sight taking my feet to a door
my eyes landed in the right room
as if the wind blew me
carried each day to the next
by a voice
i would follow
the color and shape of form
woke to stand

Day 3 in Bali

yogurt with honey
everything drawn to the sense
how to transport tables across the ocean
look at the eyes of beauty in stillness
behind the third day
a duck is hiding in ravioli
for flavor nothing was better in savory sauce
KuDaTa sunset walks with the distance
sharing with everyone a global performance

Quarzia wall to wall shinning with lines in Batik
and honey
we are back from
several days of mystical fun

Soul Travel

visa on arrival
those with papers move
like the roach following the water
it falls from above and how we collect
the divine among us
roam freely with out resistance
another and another
your sister is my mother
from planet blue
i love Bali
excuse me thank you
the streets wind to the source
and from here to there
my soul has sailed
by friendship
and plane
tomorrow sustained
unknown spaciousness opened by charms
worn on Balinese arms

Carried By Sense

flight for any seated posture
takes root at the flesh of nerves
for how long this journey felt coming
on Hobart the messages carried my feet
a natural mystic blowing through the sky
time was unknown place was unknown
that i would travel was in the air
to Bali
a natural mystic highway of mopeds
swirling in and out of taxi's and cars
of children and adults
who take the road for themselves
with fish
Francesca drank like
Michel
we danced
with Marco we talked
and searched for Nicki in Ubud
i bent forward to see the monkeys
at yoga barn
the breeze entered tandasana.

Meant To Have

i invite you to sapphire
into the blue of my eyes
the sky
in sapphire
and from my skin
your skin and the rising hour
transformed by the walls surrounding
teddy
essence of man arms
torso around torso
here is our lips
drone tranquility
rolling energy in and up
with a single breath
my being reached through
time
cosmos welcomed us
and the stars of the night
built a bed of direction
at rest in the pallor of sleep
again?
again?
again?
teddy

Am Still Here

moon light
above me and of arms length
a light like the light that is always there
in the sky
hanging, circling, glowing.

my walk was reminiscent and innocent

we(g)did yoga today at penmar park
watching being watched by two kids kissing and rolling
the flow of the wind trees
took a beat to the night
crescent.

H e a r t

reflect with sense
his touch
her speech
their gift
it's weight
smooth what ever you choose to do
l o v e
that's how strong it was
it's gone til it's gone
some want to give
what
absent
scene
remains
l o v e
is everywhere
the scene never empty
my eyes are never enough
drums
l o v e
hands

Check Your Supplements, Wholeness Is Not So Bad

procedures are minimally invasive
one spoke out load and a 10 foot wave came over me
until this work
i thought art was in the theater
planning and available around the clock
performance with taste strictly wet and satisfying
in serious need of relief
thousands of people are getting adrenal depletion
and liver toxicity along the road side of cramped cars
not
visit us at home

SHARING

we know love is sensation
through the lift of my language
in the corner of my leg landed by touch
the motion of a torch
entered a wave of laughter
the time a child's gaze caught me in view
electricity flowed forward to our mouths
a scorpion paused under a shadow near by
the day broke in half
and voices attempt at best to dress
a new hour with red
an ear knows infinite sounds
swirl in my belly
stirring a sensation
everyone would hold

By A Window

a few things explained by ear
the toll of pain opened a door
soon to be larger than this
i'll answer with grace and style
separating bone from the muscle
and the kind from the evil.

replace chocolates with red pepper sauce
and tell the hungry dinner is a luxury
where air clotted together in a block
i saw eyes pierce a frame with light
another gathering made by the sound of hooves
knocking at the door
for a hand out
blessings come forward in wild things.

a fragrance that gives itself once
his touch is still grazing the barriers
of thought
encircling the red of my lips
bullets are born
and flowers stand
in immodesty's garden
a poet may land.

Cosmic Center

deep travel space exploration
beyond the orbit of our nearest star
Hubble has remained in sight
and has seen past the origins of life on earth
from this day
the next horizon to note
is tonight
December 21, 2012 is a measured time
January 2013 seems to be a very new year
at the very minimum my central vibration could be tuned
with a winter window
many things can happen
as above, so below.

'Felt-Sense'

constellation of words made the language
enter an arm with branches
he caught his breath with a string
and took the floor by foot
time sailed,
as if from the wind we were gone
with vibrational tones
our bodies floated
our minds faded in and out
colors of the rainbow took place on the scene
for two hours
mind and body become one

Clear Day

Look, I started to have a dialogue with myself
and I asked myself, 'What is this strange thing called Love?'
The moon answered back with a light on my window
the stereo played beats
an airplane roared at me
my fingers fell to my skin
a friend called
and a body flew from La to Bali.

Look, I started to have a dialogue with myself
and I heard the sounds of language,
I tasted the juice of a man,
went on a walk
and rolled with amber on my skin.

Look, my skin is my skin.

The Rain Is Pouring Down

is it confusing
taking one's time
a tongue like a javelin
oxygen-free
i'll hold my breath
waiting for a yellow submarine
standing under a tree
with hands crawling bark
making me feel
like the one i want is wrong
a thread of insatiable lusts
making me feel like i'll never be born
when i was a girl
everything was right
your making me feel like i need to laugh
i feel good
want to be in love
but the puma speeds to his covert
and a jungle of thoughts burn his
eyeballs
look in my direction
i want to be in love

Fight Again

two face of negative and oppression, the hour
you can't feel love even if you could love.

polarity and ugliness of vanity
who accumulate while sustaining
taking without sharing and selling to stay ahead
of them i am connected by water and soil.

use and destroy the original earth blueprint
following a road to the capital and now nameless in a fish bowl,
my neighbor's vision has nothing of civilization.

stretching a hand out of the bush
who will walk?

inside a temple
my blood surrounds bone
in hope my skin swims but,
opportunist are building higher and wider and
humanitarians are only saving the animals.

Dare To Know

to a gargantuan ground sloth
the peel of my soul off the floor
pushes another nose to the sky
can you understand
sweetness shinning across bones
night owl in the eyes reflection
floating stick may carry you up
from beneath a dark hole
their fingers curl
hair blows in the cold air
with swirl and forrest spells
the clarity of my heart
and stillness in seat
turns the dead around
front and center

Stay IN Tune

cross which line? follow his lead?
to where the monkey climbs
which constellations are surrounding
outside
falling never caught itself unnoticed
watching the reactions of war
i took a detour
resting at mars
and introduced myself
with pleasure
to sleep
on another curb
i'll dance before the end

RAIN

a look an ear a year
coming in rain for some time
the door stays closed
heat by wall and same clothes
all day i may sit in prayer
for those times would give the sky
a break
coming at every moment
something called love

Took The Past Into The Hour

that man put me into a cave
with light and smoke
the hour was caught by union
the sun and moon
drove together far into a daze
i'll not meet friends now
not pay attention
gossip or cook
power comes to recognize itself
between two
on today
distinction has a place in sight
at the door
substance and speed are tammed
i can go inside again

What Are Those Things?

returning and returning is a touch much
however, returning to love is always a nice thing.
however hard you try, change was bound to come.
to change each other is helpful, loving and kind.
Martin Luther King, the freedom of the whole human race.

The Brain Is Plastic

what is seen by what we possess
spoons bend
bodies do all sorts of things.

who told the children life is hard
the youth are international
and rebuilding on the ground
looking for earth
we are still all around with communities
spreading
growing help is high in Haiti.

my relationship to myself is my relationship to you
two evolve by three
in her sleep
she told me a meditation has color.

I'm Challenged

felt for the hour the presence
tormented my upper bone with a call
before i met him my shadow wandered
peaceful vibrations only pass the skin
at each signal a red and green circle
this way to my heart
eyes roll missing the right juncture
i've let a figure settle
it's time to uproot this feeling

Percieved By Flow, Earth

harvest this moment
who's capacity has roots perceiving
color with nonlinear sound
i can hear monk play
it's time to come to our senses
immersed with a smell of bird and dizzy
associated with delicate shape
her thighs cross naturally with pleasure
what brings the body entirely alive
both weariness and it's refreshment
are sweet
identity in a superficial talkative time
all anxiety washing out
and entirely silent
touch
the hat's and glasses
of the eye

Are We Evolving?

unlawful expression in a text
not waiting for everyone to find someone
someones got to find love
and everyone interferer's with love making
in the sheets
on the streets
between the beat
i ask myself if birds
single out enemy birds
do ants gossip on the trail
and how many times does a stranger
come along passing my knee
flowing with style
leaving in peace

Sit Up

voice guiding a body/mind practice
Travis
has a continued flow of question
and support by grace offering
channels for experience without sticking
my fingers could lift or settle
belly opening with surrender
surrender easy with little excitement
standing open to Joshua Tree
become steady in Santa Monica on second street
neither seen nor sought
opening again with sharpness
softness next to me now into me
very recently all bodies lay in sound
vibration closing
this practice is over

Social Media

who bends for common goals
sweeping the pavement with feet
finding a phone number disconnected
between one word and an erect posture
if individuality has a resting place
Unkal Bean sings of his shoes
walking a thousand plateaus
handed down by paper
my waist going around observing talent
with no assurance the bills will pay
for tomorrow
this beat has it's own theory
redundancy
moving in reel social scenes
by ear and tongue

Control Pole

capacity development for the day
cross
personal potential is personal
whistle it out load and the mail man
may carry a folly message to the wrong address
who will train 100 million people worldwide
a conference a lecture a class a date a committee
revealed by laughter
every two hours words are busted open
arms folded
and a harness put on a dog

Malevolent Spirit

reaching and rise against their own flesh
stand firm in opinion
against the lights of today's sign
in every motion the vein will rot
if in all subject
all decisions in unshakable truth
must fight again
body of emotion separated
each intolerance finds an end
sucked
systems and victim
kinetics of dance
to the source
a sunset
look into the eyes of your body

2010

war is still raging
lay it down
put our hands on the floor
just met you just the other day
and everything starting flowing my way
i just love those moments at dinner
fall in love
let it go
put it down start again fall in love
everything
we started from time to time
has a chance