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.