All in My Head

No time for writer’s block in improv or no such thing?

Faith would be nice, but I’ll settle for hope

Got to clean these dirty glasses and clear this smokey head

Get excited about life instead of counting days til you’re dead

Trying to get my hands on some paper all I can grasp are some shreds

Love finds a way to overcome it all the real and the B.S.

Makes all the fear the doubt the broken self esteem worth it in the end

Just sittin riffin tryna spill it all out

Create something express myself that way instead of shout

On second thought find me a pillow to absorb the noise

And watch out as I hurt around all my toys

An child’s distraction from an adult’s labor

Just need to remember how lucky I am and do myself a few favors

Journey

Walk the ponderous path, the cold air seizing your flesh

A barren valley or impending woods are suggested by the fork

Stare at each with wicked eye and clenched fingers

The heavens open, but not to yield an answer, just to lament something you’d forgotten

The fruit is not ripe, it bears nutrition but not flavor, yet it fuels the wont journey

The Sun rises without fanfare, and sets without remorse. If only you could mirror this behavior

But all the world’s a stage, your part semi-secret, your lines improvised, your actions telling…

Fearing fear itself go forth, and laugh.

Cast away your magnifying glass, and trust not your high beams

History lies and speculation disappoints as oft as they don’t

Laugh, dance and free your mind of the if’s & when’s & what will’s & what did’s for a while, and perhaps, my friend, you may find a smile.

 

 

Rainy Morn

 

The groggy sun rises late while

Pious mountains and humble hills watch the modest sky

Fingers of amber reeds rake the wind

Fish awaken slowly and hungrily

The film of the lake surface is immaculate but it doesn’t conceive

And lights wave to us in the foggy distance

The air though, is pregnant

Elusive solitude soothes the soul

Nature’s cycles, her stillness are a comfort to wary travellers on who come to this stop weary

emotionally disheveled. Each person’s island is a sacred gift, not to be exploited or forgotten

Thoughts waltz across the dancefloor of my mind and exit as gracefully as they entered

This peace I wish for all, this chance to remember what we are and why we’re here

Invisible Beauty

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I’m looking for my angel. She’s invisible.

Until the exact right moment in time. That precious tick…

She will be the extra gust of wind in my sails

She will be my companion, my confidant, my muse.

We will talk about politics and current events and never get upset over it.

We will explore the world together. One day.

We will only have eyes for each other

We will build a home on our principles

We will laugh, cry, dance, fuck, and yes, argue.

But it’s okay. We love someone because we let them hurt us.

Pain is worth it if God forbid…

I hope love is still real

 

 

Basil

Cords of delicate delight spice the eve

Unbelievably childish under the picnic table

Dragons puff their chests beyond recognition

Friends float amongst the babes

In ripened 

Deflower the Mayflower

Dreams caught in the static

I run to magic

Behind the roots

Under the stairs

Where the Jaguar sniffs

The Spikey Fruit No One Knows the Name of

Why crawl when you could run through fields that have never known mines.

The river dances over stones and stumps

Raindrops  pierce the under-lit sky

Lush flora weep with willows

And shadows play on beaten paths

Cold Sun lounges, approves

Arms salad

The olive trees cry

Unanticipated constipation of the brain and die are ee ah of the mouth

Of the cave to wind washed Meadows

Lamb sleep wolves surrounding

Cloud covers moon

Cat hops in the street

Foamy seas watch pollen hunt

Unwed feti can’t believe

Tremendous things for you and me

Not cool Venus’ curves

Breath soft on still valleys

Through the fingers and into the icey mud

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Dirigible

And tipsy Jacks swing with whispy Janes

While sneakers snuck amongst the graves

Cedar calm and moonlight bright

Shine on in glum delight

And fevers break and eggs yield snakes

Diamond-backed cobras

Steal the base with all due haste

And grab Kant another beer.

Geese flop squawk and crickets plea

For some ancient certainty.