Trail’s End: The Great Beginning

Hear words spoken softly whispering kindly seeking solitude shelter from the storm. … See withering roses planted the sky above paying tribute, fresh water flowing through breezes in the dark to places unknown on paths never taken. … The never ending search for trail’s end. … The great beginning.

Comments On Second Birth …

“Second Birth” tells the story of the rich and the poor; the depravities and blunted feelings weighed down by greed and the need to dominate the “Outliers” willing to fight for false values and lies I’m always making polar opposite distinctions; the ugly extremes of greed and the hungry souls despairing of life.  People onContinue reading “Comments On Second Birth …”

What I’d Write About

I stay up all night and write. Then I sleep, get up and start over again.  I take a notebook and write when I go to the mall or when I go to restaurants.  I listen to people and write what they say.  I write what people say when I talk on the phone.  I write what flows through myContinue reading “What I’d Write About”

Song of Christmas Past

Song of Christmas Past I sing the songs of Christmas past of joyful times gone by … the words and stories known so well that float behind my eyes … I turn the pages of the book I see within my mind .. I listen to the sighs; sweet songs of Christmas memories of time and loveContinue reading “Song of Christmas Past”

Songs of Softest Memories

Songs of Softest Memories i sing the songs of distant memories … the songs of time gone by … the words to stories known so well that float behind my eyes … i turn the pages of the book i see within my mind .. i listen to the sighs … the songs of softestContinue reading “Songs of Softest Memories”

See and Be

Somber chords short awaits finish words meaning too late stolen and replaced … stone cold vistas rock slides combustion engine seen to be heard not listened to material form dissipates  to zero … this is absurd … ! coal mine gone from disappears … from sight … it’s not like frozen trust, u said didn’tContinue reading “See and Be”

The Great Beginning

 The  Great Beginning Hear words spoken softly whispering kindly seeking solitude shelter from the storm. … See withering roses planted the sky above paying tribute, fresh water flowing through breezes in the dark to places unknown on paths never taken. … The never ending search for trail’s end. … The great beginning.

Nature’s Way

  … yellow marble space/ ages past frozen time/galaxies beyond glass/sky reflecting sky/ rippling trees/ distorted splashing brightness/liquified light streaks ever moving outward … phosphflousent air born spores /clinging green algae/tepid water/ flowing acid, alkaline seas/ liquid splendor/seminal fluids coating walls evergreen …a world of wonder … ground lying flat/ pool pond Life/ changeling formsContinue reading “Nature’s Way”

The Songs of Softest Memories

i sing the songs of softest memories … the songs of time gone by … the words to stories known so well that float behind my eyes … the softest words i hear at night from wordless breath the light that lives within ….. i turn the pages of the book i see within myContinue reading “The Songs of Softest Memories”

Chimps to the Left … Third Graders to the Right …. and make it snappy!

jeeze, if words were limited to bare essential words .. bare essential thought .. (like some people want it to be) …. only allowing certain combinations of simpleness to be used … there’d be no use for words … or thought … !! it’d be like living in 1986 … ! words wouldn’t be wordsContinue reading “Chimps to the Left … Third Graders to the Right …. and make it snappy!”

My Struggle

I struggle … I search … I see a  flash of flowing color that quickly disappears … the allure of Light that never was …  A stolen lover hardly seen the light beneath the bedroom door at night … The room of Sight I sometimes sleep in … the other room I sometimes laff and cry in … the other place I sometimesContinue reading “My Struggle”

Frozen Memories Locked In Time

No words to write/no stories to tell now … Only experiences that happened; the day I peered into a robin’s nest, eight gaping mouths/the eerie sound they made/begging to be fed/  the night our house burned to the ground. The reality of what I remember/the words i yearn to write/the forms and spiral hectographs that make it allContinue reading “Frozen Memories Locked In Time”

Chimps To the Right … Third Graders To the Left … (and make it snappy!)

jeeze, if words were limited to bare essential words ..  bare essential thought .. (like some people want it to be) …. only allowing certain combinations of simpleness to be used … there’d be no use for words … or thought …  !! it’d be like living in 1986 … ! words wouldn’t be words anymoreContinue reading “Chimps To the Right … Third Graders To the Left … (and make it snappy!)”

Astounding Beauty 

I watch within my sight held brightly the light inside my mind … ….. i move about the other worlds that live and breathe inside … to other places and times the wind upon my face … ….. no need to scatter far and wide in search of other worlds to see … no thought of time andContinue reading “Astounding Beauty “

London Broil Redux

continued … why feta cheese, he wondered ??  … she said it had something to do with goats milk and the symbyotic relationship goats have with tomatoes ..?? ***** she gloated it over him … the meat thing, i mean …  and the fact that he wasn’t working … ….. naturally, he didn’t want to make waves so he ate the damned feta cheese ..  (after all … heContinue reading “London Broil Redux”

Prologue: What It’s Like To Be Me

Night words floated out of reach ‘till almost dusk then morning, noon and night passed by my wings clipped far too many extraneous thoughts lurking in my peripheral vision kept me from taking flight … ….. i knew i’d get my inspiration back i just knew it … ! ….. when morning came i returned to workContinue reading “Prologue: What It’s Like To Be Me”

Ode To Stephen Vincent Benet

… i read words with love each day and night and write in their shadow, hoping one day in time – with inspiration – that i’ll come near to (… with what gifts that i’ve been given …) the magic light of those geniuses i hold so dear … ….. … for there’s always hopeContinue reading “Ode To Stephen Vincent Benet”

Free Floating Light

…  to see deeply … deeper sounds and colors … especially blue, purple, black night navy, the grays of afternoon light, the orange of that atomic moon rising up that night … sparkling coins … gifts of value gems, woven threads encircling rising forming forms and patterns wind and visions … sight and sound … threads ofContinue reading “Free Floating Light”

What I’d Write About

I stay up all night and write then I sleep, get up and start over again … I take a notebook and write when I go to the mall or when I go to restaurants … I listen to people and write what they say … I write what people say when I talk on the phone … I writeContinue reading “What I’d Write About”