Monday, September 14, 2009

a round

show me where the circle starts
and i'll show you where it ends

there is a place within that holds the answer
respond to it
as it responds to you

show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

chasing tail appears frivolous
until you realize
you can create a circle
now you have an answer

show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

when climbing a mountain
you're always looking up...
is it you wish to be where you're going
or that nothing great ever got done
without a bit of enthusiasm?
 
show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

there is a circle within us all
a system
let yourself be
guided by the senses
guided by the sense
let yourself be

show we where the circle starts
and ill show you were it ends

there is a place within that holds the answer
respond to it
as it responds to you

show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

chasing tail appears frivolous

until you realize
you can create a circle

now you have an answer

show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

when climbing a mountain
you're always looking up...
is it you wish to be where you're going
or that nothing great ever got done
without a bit of enthusiasm?
 
show me where the circle starts
and ill show you where it ends

there is a circle within us all
a system
let yourself be

guided by the senses
guided by the sense
let yourself be


show we where the circle starts
and ill show you were it ends

Thursday, September 10, 2009

i'm here to show you

keep focusing on that
    you'll get it
i'm a writer, poet, lover, friend, cyclist, adventurer, do it all
   i'm healthy, wealthy, aware, illuminated, wise, traveling without moving
      my soul beams with enthusiasm
inside energy connects with itself
because i said so, i believe so, i feel it
      and so it is
 because it already is

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Sunset

he goes down on her
she comes alive
fire in her loins
warmth crashing through her in waves
he is vibrant
draped in gold and magenta
and clouds
she reflects his energies back
they make each other beautiful
he plunges, sinks
with a slow and solid
burst!
his fire is everywhere
she groans
roars
he lights up
she
a second behind
then still
he is enveloped in her
she pulls the blinds
leaving us in the dark
to wonder what happens
between now and morn

in the shadows

Chasing land bathed in gold down the eastern side of pyramid peak
        moments before twilight
we followed lush greenery resting at the sides of the summer trickle forever
   cascading-
             filling

                   the 
                       lake 
                         below
skipping rock, descending boulder, sliding snow only delivered us to the
       light of the moon
under which we prayed and slept in peace

Thursday, August 27, 2009

live oak

were I that old
clothed in moss and cobwebs
so stately
having seen men and grandsons plow these golden fields
having watched the sun set over the hills seventy thousand times
having freed children from gravity
offered myself as a memorial to lovers
comfort for the aged
had i gained the wisdom of the years
and the seasons and the storms
had i been singular in the eye of god for an eon
i too would send my roots deep into the hillside
embrace the land
let the earth whirl around me a thousand times more
as i hold still
motionlessly watching these curious young creatures all around
as they bustle about in their town in their cars
i'd send my branches out at solid gnarled angles
never moving
ever reaching toward the light

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

drake's bay

a bay full of gold
                   that no one can find
waves that crash near steep cliffs
                        pound flakes into the sand
Drake did leave gold here
            not hidden leagues under the sea
near sharks or seals
      no treasure chest contains it
widow ghost guardian
          the gold he left you can see any day
when you walk through the hills to see the bay
 

Conquistador

A new land discovered, food and spices, wild flowers and exotic beasts and dark cultures. But so many men stay in their ships, sailing from port to port, trying to find an empire of metals and jewels. Spend your life in endless pursuit, if pursuit is the thing you love most. Sail the seas, cut through jungles and everglades, but know before you set out that you'll never drink enough from any fountain to quench the thirst for youth. Those moments are now.


There are golden cities men spend their lives in search of. El Dorado, the gilt one, El Adorado, the loved one. I will be wise, search for a while, then find my golden city in the sunrise reflected off adobe walls. I'll find my perfect lover among the imperfect people around me and love that imperfect lover with a perfect love. I'll shine the golden light of my love onto austere earthy features, change the walls of that city into mirrors and doorways and beacons of solid gold.