Friday, August 27, 2010

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

Monday, August 23, 2010

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

Saturday, August 21, 2010

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

Thursday, August 19, 2010

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.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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

Sunday, August 15, 2010

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

Saturday, August 14, 2010

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

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

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

Monday, August 9, 2010

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

Friday, August 6, 2010

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

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

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?