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.