i have a beat inside my own internal rhythm that keeps it going keeps the pace keep going repetitious overflow it cycles back heartbeat tells me where to go tells me when to go this rhythm gives style and it’s like breathing i go fast and i can stand still and go fast it can…
Tag: poetry
nonfiction fantasy
there’s a point where the fiction and nonfiction begin to blur cross over into something unreal real stories and words that you can’t make you they make up a devisive narrative confusing twisting contorting facts looking in the mirror doesn’t seem like such a farse now reflection is that what it is? the confusion is…
ripples across the water
clear pool of water that you dip your face into ripples across the surface eyes closed bubbles from the nose brush across the face through the hair until emerging letting water drain before opening your eyes droplets continue ripples rebounding creating endless circles out
cloud of rain
cloud of rain drifts past city lights and then onward to home where the hills turn green
fruit
the fruit the seeds the juice deep dark red magenta clears the blood and cobwebs from the mind skin begins to glow again come alive golden radiance like the sun eyes become sharper see like an eagle clear again able to breathe again easily
thank you to the earth
i give thanks to the earth for giving us what we need for giving us shelter, food, and water for giving us beauty and inspiration thank you for trees that help us breathe song birds for all the animals and plants that spring up from the earth thank you for the sun above and the…
past the horizon
there’s a knack to knowing where you’ve been but how far back could you see? could you see past the distant horizon? would you remember when you turned a different way for fun for the wind and sun for anytime would you know which way to go if it was dark? if the world was…
words of transformation
powerful thoughts spinning in the minds until they reach the mouth the hands they form words that shape they move they transform they take all that bile and hatred they take it and squeeze it out into something else different the words that become action become power become the force that this sticky goo cannot…
The Dynamics of Groove 