do you read me

tender is the thought

that my words, you’ve read
have touched your heart

 

 

that the spirit of my song

has held a wind on your wings

and you dance with me

 

 

that you judge me not

for the words I do not use

or those I do, are no less of skill

at writing songs than yours

 

 

I notice you dance

with many who sing to you

 synchronize your words,

not missing a step while

sharing  each other’s verse

 

 

I see the beauty of an azalea

as I do in a daisy

a rose is no more beautiful

than a tulip

a cardinal to a robin

a maple to an oak

 

 

embracing each other creates

a lovely painting

all smile at each other

with loving grace

 

 

for all

are beautiful

on this canvas

they all have a 'say'

 

 

Pray-tell

Oh pray-tell, what brings of this day,

a new nascence to my soul?

the new songs my friendly feathered

friends do sing about my window pane;

the wind  whistling  a Spring-like trend

a warm smile of the mother sun
in her yellow-gold apron delight,
earlier, doth arrive

pray-tell, of this also brings the wares,

the adornments of rainbow colors

sprinkled about the sleeping arboreal

and perennial cousins nesting at their feet;

 it brings the snorts and squeal of the cow moose,

the yawnings in the lions den,

the running of the salmon in the streams

 

pray-tell, will tiny heads pop up to peek

from their leaf covered terrestrial openings

where hibernation had taken place

and now it’s time to find blueberries

and acorns and grasses for roughage

then scurry to wrestle in the neighbors nest

pray-tell, this be the season of new borne

where the sounds of life abounds;

mountainous ravines have formed

where snow capped tops have morphed

into wild running rivers and the bear

has awaken to play to bathe and find

its meal

 pray-tell, all will cherish this new day

who walk along as lovers holding hands

barefoot in the grass and sand

music fills the air wher’st no room for anguish

and anger, graciousness showing to each other

the sounds of laughter, the sounds of care

pray-tell, pray-tell, pray-tell, tell me if you dare

the smile of Spring

soft and kind

the approaching breath

rearranges my being

my eyes see clearer

all of nature seems

to wear a sheen

smiles abound

I hear the hearts

they flutter with glee

although there is

pain and suffering

somewhere,  today

I bathe in it’s water

a freshness appears

In the eyes of Spring

bye, anger

Leave me, fly away

Anger

let me be with joy

a smile

it wishes

emote 

without you, Anger

go away 

you waste my time

I cannot see

when you stand

in front of me

you darken my heart

those around me

see you

 go away

I wish to choose

my friends

you are not my choice

Anger, you dwell on the past

you blind me

I cannot see before me

you cause much trouble

Anger

there’s no room for you

in my life

 ‘tat’ your face

upon my heart

ha! no room, it’s

filled  with love

so go away

let me be

be the demon

you wish to be

but not with me

Dance with me?

Destiny. a belief abounds

voices call it necessary

but not for me

my determinism is

my choice, I'm free

Like words on this page

that arise spontaneously

and I choose

to write them down

as I see them

In lieu of the chaos

sometimes desiring anarchy,

the richness of synchrony

and mellifluousness of harmony

ascends upon me

I choose to think of Love

of music and poetry

of those things that

have made men smile

and women dance

gently take my hand

lets sing the words we all know

remind ourselves we are one

give and share of oneself

let us dance

the kiss

shadows fall

cast down by this fiery ball

it unfurls its will upon it all

small big short or tall

It remembers when first

the rock billowed upon its path

kept it at a distance

grasping it with gaseous tips

It kissed the rock upon its lips

gave it warmth and asked its

lunar kin to brighten the night

and from the melted ice of space

to crest and ebb the tide

if it came too close

it pushed it away

cooled in the dark of space

and while it slept

borne fauna and flora

then  the human race

have there been other kisses

given in the vastness of space

and if we slight this embrace

will all be lost to chaos

never again to be kissed

don't walk away

glittering speckled flakes
falling from my face
in the sun they glisten
in the night they’re unseen

in the daylight

I turn away so
no one sees my face

at night I stand still
in the dark
breathing quietly
if at all

alone, I strum my guitar

of lamenting strings
verses floating on a puddle
of tears at my feet
some may listen to my song
but then, all walk away

I listen every morning
to my only friends

nesting upon
their arboreal lair

they never walk away

although, they can fly free
but always they come back
to greet me the next day

you tease me

you tease my desires
my lust
like a stallion running wild and free

if you wish
you can cradle me tight
slow my heart rate
with your warmth

have me,
tell me what you desire
can I taste you
as if a caramel ice cream cone

we set our time
to the stars and moon
awaken only by
the songbirds at noon

and as we part
you wear my cologne
I, your perfume

once again my mane
impetuous and wild
in the wind

I'm 'baaack'

I saunter about on an unheralded path
disheveled with  gruff on my face
the presence of apathy
a battle with dormancy
the mind travels on a path of despair

 I listen to the Montoya or Segovia strings
the writ of word by friends
attend  to whay they say
words that decry their pain
embrace the joy of their choired voices
and so it pulls me out
from a daunting abyss

 computer  has taken a dump . we' ll be back soon :-(

cupid's arrow

when the wind blows hard
I turn my back to it

if the sun shines too bright
I cover my eyes

the rains come down in torrents
I take shelter

when the chill becomes cold
I protect myself in wrappings

but 

your breath can whisper its warmth
upon my neck

your eyes can glitter
the reflection of the moon and stars

your tears can rain upon
my shoulder

your arms can hold me
never too tight

of you my Love
I can never get enough

Time: para mi amiga

Time; it affords us space
to become, but it is cruel
when little to none
is provided
seemingly without care

it’s given me
fond memories,
allows this moment
and maybe tomorrow

it erodes my youth
of hours and days,
gives them to my past
now more for then
than before me

I do not lament
my stay but I do
for those who
have been given little
as victims
of time

I do resent, though,
that all I know,
I’ve seen and loved
may no longer be,
that which is me

this may seem selfish,
forgive me if you might,
but it is because
I will miss thee

my eyes
no longer to behold
the pleasure of you
when I’ve lost my request
for time

blue bird

Oh blue bird sing to me
the song, you know,
the one that tells us
of how you see us
from above

sing to us sweet, sweet
blue bird of how
beautiful tree tops look
how you must squeeze between
the clouds, the sky and mountain tops

chant the song
where rivers flow
and the moon beams
kiss the sea

tell us how the sun
unveils the day
for our kind to play

but, oh sweet blue bird
remind us if we
don’t take care of
what your eyes see
we will not hear
you sing your verse
your song

oh sweet, sweet
blue feathered friend
thank you for that song
you sang for us today

I cry, my tears

my demon sometimes is unmasked
from the hell where some thoughts reside

they ascend in raging flames
about the things I've seen
those that I have caused

I cry out in a vexing voice
those that are near me
wince in disbelief

I’ve tried so hard to control
their guttural escape in cries
they come out
in projectile screams

my tears disperse
like untamed streams

my heart bursts
in arrhythmic pains
and no ones arms
can mitigate or assuage
my sorrowful moans
that arise from within

I cry for them
for you
for me

forgive me if I lie here
in my fetal form
it will pass soon
and I’ll be free again

just hold me
tell me that you love me

I deserve it

don’t I

aster

I was going to pick
a beautiful violet aster
to give to my lover

instead, I 
took her hand gently
in mine

walked her over
to see it
and we stood there

together appreciating
its beauty

the aster
stared and
waved at us
in the breeze

we all smiled

reuniting family

Souls gathered
found a common space
the seas had parted them
when the winds were rough
and the moons gave
demanding rise to the tides

if the voices would not
have howled in darkened
starless nights
these souls would not
have heard and wished
to gather again

but they did last night
and the stars came out
the seas did rise
so did the wind
the moon gave light
to this gathering

long embraces flowed
shared much lost,
even when words were'nt spoken
the eyes met, the windows opened
hearts beat in sync
the souls smiled

It was meant

http://youtu.be/DKbPUzhWeeI

kind words

sometimes callous are my words
they find my hands, my finger tips
but when you let me touch your gentle face
your eyes looked at me in silent kindness

and said…

“how warm and soft your hands are, my friend”

The Disapearance

We caress those things mundane
embrace tightly never to let them go
yet they disappear

Those that resided in it
now don’t remember
or choose to forget
those that never saw it
it never existed

My town, my childhood home
the boy with the gentleness
the girl who we all desired
they now ride upon
the horse with wings

So much has disappeared
into a ream of reveries,
memories now unseen, untouchable
I now reside in the surreal
the nebulous where my own
incarnation I question
where does it exist?

Speak to me, sing to me,
touch me let me feel your presence
tell me I am not an orchid,
that I am not a tree
but you may climb me like one
then I shall know that at least
for this moment

I exist

eternal envy

Eternity

I envy you

Love that is in my heart

joy that fills me

 

 

Eternity

                   unless you hold my hand

 

boundless and forever

my Love, my joy is

in a temporal shell

 

　

Love may be the window

to you

but once my soul

does walk with thee

this Love of mine

will no longer be

 

　

this is why

I envy thee

oh!

Eternity

New Year, Grand Wish

My screams my tears
muffled by cupped ears
hearts scorned, seared

Suffer little children
cries not heard
by those on mountain tops

They scourge its face
fling profligate refuse down
to begging arms

Fresh clear streams
once traversed down
to smiling faces
at its feet

Now blood-shot eyes
look up from dried crevices
in baron land

And the unfed little ones
abound, unseen, unheard
with extended hand

New year
a grand wish
that the morsels fill
the palms of little hands