It's amazing how clear things become, like waking up and realizing you have been asleep.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Soul Movement

If there is no art is your soul
then I do not dare to know you.
I do not dare to speak your name
for my lips may lose their meaning.
I do not dare to touch your skin
for my fingers may lose feeling.
I do not dare look into your eyes
for mine may stop crying.
I do not dare I do not dare
You may take something from me.
There is no life but this
there is nothing we can do
Save each other from the wreckage
of a thousand aimless ships
and hold on to our truth.

I will only speak to you
in a language you cannot understand
and you will know my meaning still
through the movement of my passions.
There is no other life but this
there is no point in trying
If there is no art for you
then there is nothing. 

Thursday, April 19, 2012


You are my safe place.
You are my solace in the rain.
You are always there when I need you,
and you never speak ill of me.

You never pass judgment,
or hurt my feelings.

You are warm when it's cold out,
and cool when it's hot.
You are soft where you should be,
and hard where you're not.
You comfort me in times of sorrow,
and bring joy it times of sun.

You can go anywhere I need to be,
and never put up a fuss.
You always hold my purse for me,
and make my friends feel welcome.
I can lean on you anytime I need,
come rain, or sleet, or snowstorm.

You are the strong, silent type,
but often whisper softly.

I love everything about you,
and know you'll always protect me.
You are everything a man should be,
My beautiful King Ranch F-150.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I may be in possession
of something that is half yours
and you have changed your mind.
Your feelings for me have gone
out the window like so must dust in the wind
You are not the man I thought you were
and I am broken in two
crushed by the weight of your indifference
there is no greater pain than this
abandonment in a most offensive manner
I am not well
you tell me
I am all kinds of things
But it is you, you say, not me.

You do not know me, yet
you peer into my soul
and find all the cracks you cannot live with
and spell each one out as if I were not already aware.
You are the cruelest of men
and I a fool for trusting your pretty words.
I did not pretend when I met you
to be something I was not
I do not pretend still
And it makes no difference.

You have abused the most sacred of places
found all my deepest wounds
and poured salt into them
and I will never forgive you for it
In time I may learn to forgive myself
and in that I will find solace.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Lying in Wait

Sometimes emotion can be paralyzing
frog stomps and weeds
in the backyard bushes
breezes blow through the rafters
in the attic of a mind long forgotten
a heart in constant pain
can never heal
Fuck you too
In all your high and mighty
all your pretty words
that add up to nothing
you speak and I do not hear
there is no meaning in the rhythm of your soul
I have shut you out.

All a bunch of dancing phonies
ripping beautiful things apart
with your unworthy hands
out of jealousy
or spite
or simply because you do not know
what you do
You're all stupid creatures
Stupid in your mistreatment of your fellow man
Do not breathe on me
or taint me with your air
I do not want to be like you.

One Chance

The world, as we know it, is drab
cloaked in grey
and beige
a sepia tone of what could be
lost of vibrant waves of love
and change
and passion
and soul
Killed off by the need for political correctness
and prudent ways
starved for romance
and joy
In the name of social restraint
keeping your cool
is not the solution
to keeping your soul alive.

Do you dare
to follow your heart
into an uncertain future?
I'd like to meet the man
who knows
exactly where his life will go
every step of the way.
Our footing is never guaranteed
We are never promised anything
Life can cease
without a moment's notice
and never a day too soon.

Our only choice is technicolor dreams
and actions filled with the flavor of our soul
there is no other way
Do you dare to live out loud?

Monday, April 9, 2012

Homeless Buddha

What would you do
if the world turned its back on you

If you had the eyes of Buddha
but no one saw
because you wore the rags
of a homeless man?

Walking down 5th Avenue
Among shiny windows and palm trees
without a care in the world
Smelling of dirty sidewalk.
We should all learn from him
See the beatitude in his smile
the gentile manner of his calm demeanor.

What have we to complain about?
We have the reins in our own hands
we have the world at our feet
possibilities spread out before us like paint samples
There for the taking
if we want them.
This man has nothing
save the tattered clothes on his back
and still he smiles
and we do not.

He can look into the eyes of a stranger
and offer recognition
in passing
and we turn away as if we do not see each other.

We should be ashamed of ourselves.

Friday, April 6, 2012

San Diego Midnight

The midnight air whispers smooth against her skin
light sky from the big ball moon
palms outlined in glorious splendor
their soft rustling the soundtrack for the evening
Her window panes the setting for the play.

On the stage of her mind the memories of a thousand lovers
all long gone but not moved on
Never lost or alone
Never without desire
The stillness surrounding her soul like a soft blanket
it will all be alright
it will all be alright.

For now take comfort in her wine
Knowing that there is no love like the love of one's self
The palms whisper their confirmation in her ear
Just audible through the open window
curling round her like the tendrils of her hair
comforting her heart to silence
be still now my love
There is somewhere to go from here.