Alone, Just Alone!

When the lips of time
Are kissed by solitude
Loneliness
Fades into
Loveliness
!!

Time is starry-eyed when
It looks into her face –
Passion
Burns to
Nectarine dreams
!!

The mind is freed
By that divine kiss
To roam
The streets of
The immaterial
!!

The eye is bent
By the afterglow
It turns to
Look deeply
To the soul
!!

The soul is sole solace
Thus, man was made for solitude
!!

Aromatherapy

I don’t know what step to take next
for I don’t even know where this journey might take
this man called me
Sometimes I wish I were just normal
just another kid on the block – not any more
of this man called me
I wish I didn’t know you love me, even when I am angry –
And that all I do is like eating ice cubes when you’re hungry.
I wish I didn’t know that all this journeying is futile –
maybe then I’d have enjoyed myself walking these miles
with this man called me
I wish I didn’t know that joy is a choice we make
and that it’s all vapor when your smiles are fake.
I wish I didn’t know – didn’t know what it takes
I wish I didn’t know it takes nothing but grace
and that it’s all already paid for – it’s a gift to embrace
that even as I run I’ve already won this race
I wish I didn’t know
Oh! This man called me
Sometimes he wishes the skies were pink
Sometimes he wishes that his poop wouldn’t stink
Sometimes he wishes that things were just a little different
Sometimes he wishes that he just wasn’t human
Oh! This man called me
The many words he is speaking melt away in his mouth
and the ink in his pen just slowly dries up
now only one sentence remains before he shuts up:

this man called me
loves me

The Reason

and though
I know
that this question
is in essence
an act of reason
I still shall ask:

why reason?

Purple Streaks

I am that purple streak in your hair
I’m that strand that stands out and makes them stare
and I am your thumbprints
and I am forever

I am unique.

I am the unseen halo that crowns your head
I am that one that dreams and sleeps on your bed
and I am those dreams
unknown to you

I am unmentioned.

I am the sun that rises from the west
I am the smiling one – greeting with a clenched fist
and I am the blue grass
the pink sky

I am weird.

I am the black hole that sucks the light in
I am a thousand drops of rain, the thunder, the lightning
and I am the one
you do not know

I am misunderstood.

I am your best friend’s best friend
I am the help when you are the helping hand
and I am a piece of love
marred by matter

I am wonder.

I am not the one staring at you staring at the mirror
that’s just a fragment, a piece, a part of me
I am not anything you see
I am your breath

I am invisible.

I am light and heat and water and air
I am now and then and here and there
and though a part fades away
I am immortal

I am forever.

I am unique
I am unmentioned
I am weird
I am misunderstood
I am wonder
I am invisible
I am forever
:
a purple streak

I am you.

PERFECT Stranger!

Those eyes of awe
I wish they stayed like that for long –
finding beauty in every of my stride
and picking strands of joy
every minute I open my mouth to speak.
I have no fear when I come to you –
my first impressions are always striking.
I know you want to talk to me
I am different –
It’s not easy to find one like me
But you burn to cinders slowly
as you keep the coal of craving
deep inside
You want to get to know me.
I know.
I make the first move.
I smile from the heart
and you feel these rays warm
you up inside.
Softly, you try and smile back:
afraid that maybe you’ll be
fake again; but I, being me,
bring you to yourself
I make you discover yourself,
love yourself, want to have me
as your forever friend
Then two days pass
and you get to “know” me –
next time we meet
our heads are full of expectations
You’ll know how I’ll talk
and walk
and smile
and pat
and hug
and do whatever

And I don’t make you smile anymore.
Forever ends today.
Those eyes of awe.
I wish they stayed like that for long.
but today is gone
and forever has flown with it.

You are a stranger,
thus PERFECT.

Stay that way!

Working on Surrender

It is a big deal...

watching your darling -
your beautiful caged darling -
shattering the metal frames,
and taking wing

It is a big deal...

sitting helplessly, watching your
dreams dash with graceful pace -
flying away -
smoothly soaring into arms
that aren't yours

It is a big deal...

choosing to let go -
to let go of that which you
have imprisoned in the red
cell of your heart -
which through desire
imprisoned you
too

your bird - your dreams - your prisoner

smoothly soaring into arms
that aren't yours
but still, you let go
for you know that the arms
it flies into are bigger than yours -

and those same arms
hold you

Oblivionated...

First minute -
just one,
spent dreaming-
consumed by desire,
wishing,
calling to tommorrow
"Hasten!"

Second minute -
just two,
wasted looking back-
devoured by nostalgia
thinking,
remembering Yesterday

Third minute,
...
Fourth minute,
-
Fifth minute,
...
Sixth minute
-
SEVENTH MINUTE!!!
>>

wasted -
thrown away:

oblivionated...

The Freedom of Broken Wings

I was born desiring
to soar,
to touch the sky,
to go beyond the seeming
and find the real -

which I thought was
far from here
far from now -

So I made wings for
myself:

Took some feathers from
a million birds
and some blades from
a thousand planes

I tossed and I turned
in endless dream
far into the day,
deep into the night
-
My eyes never failed
to see
a vision of me, flying,
soaring,
going far beyond
here and now

I wove my feathers
and hammered my metal.
I toiled and boiled
out in the Afrikan sun,
seeking wings -
making wings

I hammered my feathers
and wove my metal,

and
I beamed with delight
as I saw my metal become
feathers,
and my feathers become
metal -

I created wings!

then
I sat and remembered the sun
licking my face,
and the rain mixed with
my sweat:
pouring -
adding salt to a hungry Earth!

I sat and recalled the times when friends
would boo me,
and laugh at me,
and call my weaving futile.
Or woo me
into something else
more passive, more docile
more "worthwhile" -

or so they thought

Until they saw the wings
sparkling in the sun
looking at them
haunting them with deep desire
to fly,
to soar,
to serenade with the wind
and play with the birds

I remembered the toil
and I smiled as I saw them lust
for wings
I remembered the labor
and smiled,
for I had given birth
to wings

I had woven and hammered
and woven and hammered
and hammered and woven,

I had created!

I took my wings
to hide them from a bunch
of green-eyes

I locked them in my garage
and went to reward myself
with sweet sleep

on a bed of roses -
in the garden:

Aaahhhhhh!!!:

then I heard a clinking and a clanking
a dripping and a hammering
and a dropping

I arose from my scented bed
and rushed to see my sleeping beauty -
my love, my wings

I saw my wings,
I found them...
only, broken!

I watched in sacred silence
as tears washed my face
and fell to the ground,
the cursed garage ground
upon which my blighted wings
stood

I saw my feathers and my metal
I saw my weaving and my hammering
I saw my toiling and my reward
I saw it all that night -
I saw my wings:

broken!

The tears well up
now all I see is a fading blur

now I rest in
the agony of my sweet sweat
where I have learned a lesson
deeper than myself:

I can create!

I have discovered something
far bigger than me:

Love is here
Love is now
Truth is here
Truth is now

All I need is here
All I need is now

I take my broken wings
and fly -

to here and now

Upon Seeing A Picture Of Kellie And Me

The beauty of life is that it gives us beautiful things,
but for a time -
it showers us with flowers in May
and snowflakes in winter,
with moments of love
and others of sweet serenity
and smiles
and sunshine
and the smell of soil after the rain -
times unforgettable as the infilling of his Spirit
or ones spent in love -
all these are for a time.

Life's a piece of meat -
sweetest at the bone -
so
drink deeply
and savor every moment!

Dance with your Cinderella. Take pictures with your Kellie.
Enjoy the beautiful intensity of now!

Ahh, sweet you!
I cherish these moments!

>>to Kellie Beal

"So I dance with Cinderella -
while she is here in my arms..."

Retouched

Rrrr...

Rrrrrrrr...

tap - pat - tap - rat-at-tat

Rrrrrrrr...

Rrrr...

The rain drops touch
my silvery skin

AGAIN!

Dancing

The music fades in
and my whole world begins
vibrating
to the strings
being plucked
in my heart

Time – in beautiful duty – moves
and we follow –
enthusing

taking pleasure in
the velvety moves

looking into eyes
that won’t be here
forever

man is mortal –
the silent noise of heart beats
is but a time:
why not dance to it?

Why not revel?
Why not
close your eyes to the storm (&)
let the rain kiss you
?

Why not
drink of the flowers
close your eyes to the bee (&)
let the nectar seep in
?

Time – in dutiful beauty – stops
as I hold the hands of my princess
and allow the sweet dance
to sweep me into the
intensity of now

the depth of the moment
the beauty of the here –
the now!

Life is just life –
sweetly steady –
unchangeable as it goes
I end deranged in attempts
to change it

so
I stop

I stop trying to live
and I embrace life –
I stop trying to not make
mistakes as I dance:
how else will I learn?
I stop trying to live
perfectly
… for can I?

so

I move my feet to the tunes that I hear
burrowed, buried deep…
swinging, swaying
stepping to melodies
of a different drummer:
my beating heart –

The music fades out
and my whole world applauds

the dance of life has ended

A certain joy haunts me sweetly as I lie:
I did more than clap, I danced
I did more than fall, I learned
I did more than be, I lived!

so I take a bow!

Endless Romance (Just A Relationship)

He kissed me again with His lips
His lovely hand held me again
It’s just one day that I pushed him aside
but it felt like eternity –
One hour without him and emptiness
resounds endlessly within me
But here he comes again, his being
dripping with love – I tell him that
I want him, and he comes and fills me
up with the substance of fullness itself
One hour away from you, Lord, and
I resonate with nothingness!!
But it is beautiful, this our love,
and strange how you love me so:
and your word kisses my heart with revelation
and your presence surrounds me like the most
lovely – the warmest – the truest embrace!
It’s not a struggle this –
it’s just a relationship!