scent of beautiful flowers fills the air while bees zip and swirl around the garden soft grass and clover sound of a fountain and cascading water a little breeze picks up and you can take a deep breath in walking along the rows of roses and seeing the many different ones bloom gold with lavender…
Category: Poems
the shapes in the blue hallway
blue hallway with golden light streaming through shapes dance on the ground the geometric outlines of truth a patterned wall light filters through see-through paper like gauze it drapes down a veil between worlds and in this cavernous space no one is seen all is shape and light and colors of all kinds imaginable sometimes…
Smoothness
Smoothness The kind that lends softness to skin The kind that lends grace to movement The kind that brings a cool, confidence to voice The kind that relaxes the beat of music Smoothness keeps the jagged edges from catching Smoothness brings you on a ride Smoothness wraps you up with nothing extra Blending Gliding Flying…
bright orange birds
there are bright orange birds sitting on my window but when they erupt in song i don’t know what it is i keep looking around saying you see that? you hear that? you hear that? it’s like no one hears them it’s like no one sees them and i’m dying because i think they’re so…
let me set the record straight
you are not too big you are not too old you are not too much you are not too little you are not alone you are not helpless you have a voice you are strong you have power you don’t have to get everything right you don’t need to apologize you don’t need to hide…
prayer
the type of prayer that shakes the type of prayer that moves the type of prayer that bubbles the type of prayer that soothes the type of prayer that speaks words across the boundaries words into the unknown the type of prayer translucent in the light wavering between boundaries unimpacted by time the type of…
song from the stars
when the stars shine out to night they’ll sing you a song and it will be traquil like two morning doves sitting on the fence it’s just a short moment but if you believe it will last forever
destruction
there are some days where a deep anger bubbles to the surface and i were a volcano all you’d see is lava flowing down destroying everything in its path there are some days when there is no voice of reason there is only fear directing everything squeezing everything so that i wish something would pop…
a heartbeat
what does it matter hot and cold? cool breeze on an evening or warm sunny bench at midday what’s it like to be in between those worlds? one foot on each place over the boundary on the edge of reality how does it feel to be without words? the deepness the richness of experience touched…
dust
there are moments of seclusion when a crowd a whole group of people of the past reach across time and speak to you it may be through pictures it may be from long forgotten words uncovering ancient histories uncovering the truth uncovering and peeling back the layers that have caked on there is dust to…
The Dynamics of Groove 