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