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.........