so much to take home, take out, rebuild, restorative practice, back to base
line was never there as a wave hello out of the mist into the fog breaking....
decks being replaced, where to?
lovely measures the broad shoulders,
new shades of neon fencing, crow bar rising, lifting the crowd up
beside the pools translucent depths
not all are gone so deep into the waters calm,
roiling ocean coming back at neap tide
caressing at the ebb, withdrawing at the crux
in trying to write right,
trying becomes the feeling,
trying the thought becomes feeling,
over wrought iron pounded like a hammer to the molten steel
now cooled to a hardness that sucks the hammer in,
embedding the previous blows
she's fed the cat
neighbours bringing out
loads of stuff
laundry, shoes, boxes and bags slung
over shoulders carrying the weight of many a trip, no face transplants here
all scars worn, tattooed on the sleeves
of plastic bread bags flipping the ohm-lette
quickly becomes scrambled eggs
promptly primping if not pimping the cats tufted ash hair
blowing her away in concern for the dropped cigarette ash that managed to waft its way to her crown
a soft calling, purrfect in its delight
full giggle that nary a hair was singed
the cat comes closer between the now ticklish torment that gave rise to laughter
a deliciously delicate stroke is all
to brush away the ash still perfectly perched atop the cats cap
skeletal remains emanate forth from an ancient and dusty place
radiating echoes of undulating colour
heavy hues seep forth from the depths of unknowing
the great mystery of
her story
her present
her unfolding
lifted to the divine light
from the fragile grey gal to the searching eyes of the peaceful warriors domain
his hands in measured prayer
the distance between them is being held and healed
her longing, outstretched hand
one other
other
one still
still
she, buried in the cavern of thought
he, speaking of things through petals eye
he, speaking of the crack
she, in the cosmic egg
they speaking of nothing at all
knowing all is, well
knowing the egg is, all
knowing the lotus rests in the minds eye
gentle Grandfather holds the flame from deep within
a hope filled grace in his demeanor
ever vigilant at the watch
just outside are flowers blooming
lightning bugs and pine trees looming
running water is a good day for me
i try to be kind, maintain peace of mind
and always find the symmetry
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
remember has not happened
ahead is behind
lost is balance
green the desert piled upon feather pillows shaking with humid thunder
what cannot be done is not undoable
practice walking when flying home
each bird that high
yellow little flower
no
a loin or lion rotting away
heat a bright idea
Vultures have all the time in the world of decay
no distraction too
the rotting flesh will be there on the 'morrow, if the bobcat doesn't take it's prey first
bury it or tree it in the hills for a well cured meat
the extra protein of bugs all from within
take hold
an extra enzyme is all
enrich the fatuous fodder for the soul
gigo giggle
in and and out the garbage can
May I, June eye, July lie, August robust!
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
I'm looking forward to some hiking in the mountains today.
Trees, animals and creeks, here I come. (!)
(I hope my camera is charged. I forgot to check.) :?
Enjoy!
Send the mountain energy to all of us who are in front of computers and in between cubicle walls.
Thankfully,
I'll break free in a few and be relaxing on the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico-
Gulls crying, waves crashing, kids screaming with delight.
And, I had a dream that EV and I played a Heart and Soul piano duet last night. (I've never dreamt about PJ before!)
Things aren't too bad, are they.
"Sun sets on this ocean- never once on my devotion."
"If I had this guy's voice, you could all kiss my ass."
Enjoy!
Send the mountain energy to all of us who are in front of computers and in between cubicle walls.
Thankfully,
I'll break free in a few and be relaxing on the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico-
Gulls crying, waves crashing, kids screaming with delight.
And, I had a dream that EV and I played a Heart and Soul piano duet last night. (I've never dreamt about PJ before!)
Things aren't too bad, are they.
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
there's a rabbit that lives there
(in the old wood cabin)
there's a creek that runs by
(around the grass)
the donkey and horses look brushed
(clean and fed too)
the corn rows look organized
(for they're in lines)
I see no junk pile yards near here
(and that holds hope)
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Ever changing Gardens edge
gas blown through, electric
circuses cause redemptive act
conch shell consciousness blows to the tone
fleeting fleeing Father
no further to damage
no damage done
impress the beauty
with beauty in active word
giving recognition to
soft silky silhouettes
of soul of heart
of shadow of mind
of light of sound
the hissing songs of
redemption coupons leveled
oscillators bringing waters past due
hues of jaded aqua marine turquoise and
suddenly into the pink realms
breaching all expectations of ancestors
so many noble, no longer a rarity
but an explicit joy of being
freed from the pages of yester-years
all in jest is a serious business
coming from no code beyond
nor out of reach
of the the hearts understanding
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
the hissing songs of
redemption coupons leveled
oscillators bringing waters past due
hues of jaded aqua marine turquoise and
suddenly into the pink realms
breaching all expectations of ancestors
so many noble, no longer a rarity
but an explicit joy of being
freed from the pages of yester-years
all in jest is a serious business
coming from no code beyond
nor out of reach
of the the hearts understanding
"...Dimitri...He talks to me...'.."The Ghost of Greece..".
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Comments
line was never there as a wave hello out of the mist into the fog breaking....
decks being replaced, where to?
lovely measures the broad shoulders,
new shades of neon fencing, crow bar rising, lifting the crowd up
beside the pools translucent depths
not all are gone so deep into the waters calm,
roiling ocean coming back at neap tide
caressing at the ebb, withdrawing at the crux
in trying to write right,
trying becomes the feeling,
trying the thought becomes feeling,
over wrought iron pounded like a hammer to the molten steel
now cooled to a hardness that sucks the hammer in,
embedding the previous blows
neighbours bringing out
loads of stuff
laundry, shoes, boxes and bags slung
over shoulders carrying the weight of many a trip, no face transplants here
all scars worn, tattooed on the sleeves
of plastic bread bags flipping the ohm-lette
quickly becomes scrambled eggs
promptly primping if not pimping the cats tufted ash hair
blowing her away in concern for the dropped cigarette ash that managed to waft its way to her crown
a soft calling, purrfect in its delight
full giggle that nary a hair was singed
the cat comes closer between the now ticklish torment that gave rise to laughter
a deliciously delicate stroke is all
to brush away the ash still perfectly perched atop the cats cap
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I'm tagged in a photo. :evil:
I guess, I tagged them back!
heat
bunk ass bullshit
sun rides a low sky nearby
just a empty oven from above
battered & exhausted
great
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Sounds like my week so far.
radiating echoes of undulating colour
heavy hues seep forth from the depths of unknowing
the great mystery of
her story
her present
her unfolding
lifted to the divine light
from the fragile grey gal to the searching eyes of the peaceful warriors domain
his hands in measured prayer
the distance between them is being held and healed
her longing, outstretched hand
one other
other
one still
still
she, buried in the cavern of thought
he, speaking of things through petals eye
he, speaking of the crack
she, in the cosmic egg
they speaking of nothing at all
knowing all is, well
knowing the egg is, all
knowing the lotus rests in the minds eye
gentle Grandfather holds the flame from deep within
a hope filled grace in his demeanor
ever vigilant at the watch
lightning bugs and pine trees looming
running water is a good day for me
i try to be kind, maintain peace of mind
and always find the symmetry
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
ahead is behind
lost is balance
green the desert piled upon feather pillows shaking with humid thunder
what cannot be done is not undoable
practice walking when flying home
each bird that high
yellow little flower
no
a loin or lion rotting away
heat a bright idea
the world according to maggots
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
no distraction too
the rotting flesh will be there on the 'morrow, if the bobcat doesn't take it's prey first
bury it or tree it in the hills for a well cured meat
the extra protein of bugs all from within
take hold
an extra enzyme is all
enrich the fatuous fodder for the soul
gigo giggle
in and and out the garbage can
May I, June eye, July lie, August robust!
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
Trees, animals and creeks, here I come. (!)
(I hope my camera is charged. I forgot to check.) :?
Enjoy!
Send the mountain energy to all of us who are in front of computers and in between cubicle walls.
Thankfully,
I'll break free in a few and be relaxing on the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico-
Gulls crying, waves crashing, kids screaming with delight.
And, I had a dream that EV and I played a Heart and Soul piano duet last night. (I've never dreamt about PJ before!)
Things aren't too bad, are they.
"If I had this guy's voice, you could all kiss my ass."
No, things are not too bad!
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
forest destruction
manipulation
famine
feeble steps
vomit
beach erosion
cars
money
summits never reached
lost tickets
venom
hunger
before and after pictures
stomped seedlings
bent venetian blinds
no dessert
dry rot
dry root
dry roots
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
there's a rabbit that lives there
(in the old wood cabin)
there's a creek that runs by
(around the grass)
the donkey and horses look brushed
(clean and fed too)
the corn rows look organized
(for they're in lines)
I see no junk pile yards near here
(and that holds hope)
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
gas blown through, electric
circuses cause redemptive act
conch shell consciousness blows to the tone
fleeting fleeing Father
no further to damage
no damage done
impress the beauty
with beauty in active word
giving recognition to
soft silky silhouettes
of soul of heart
of shadow of mind
of light of sound
redemption coupons leveled
oscillators bringing waters past due
hues of jaded aqua marine turquoise and
suddenly into the pink realms
breaching all expectations of ancestors
so many noble, no longer a rarity
but an explicit joy of being
freed from the pages of yester-years
all in jest is a serious business
coming from no code beyond
nor out of reach
of the the hearts understanding
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
I lived out at least one hundred thousand seven dreams
all by walking
down one street
on
one night
but it was just the right
time
it was a total collision
your poems are a true delight
"..That's One Happy Fuckin Ghost.."
“..That came up on the Pillow Case...This is for the Greek, With Our Apologies.....”
I liked this better before you edited it!