What’s not to love about a little love poem ; ) Waiting impatiently to savour the smokey taste tobacco wine chocolate dark traveller’s lips upon mine softly once more to hear that husky voice chattering like water coursing across mossy mountain rocks singing the delirious song of being into my soul under my Read More
poims wot i rote
It’s winter – I’ve been writing a love poem for death – maybe it’s a Scorpio thing, I don’t know, but here ya go. what heaving wings fell through the black night spinning down to earth, hot body crouched in the moist ground pressed over naked form – the beloved crumpled wings and heart a kiss Read More
poetry – I mean, who fucking has time for poetry? but, there is a moment when the light hits you and you don’t feel separate a radiance obliterating every atom and purpose as you stand basking, blissful, desolate at the edge of the world
Our one world will be saved by beauty when we remember how to see with the eyes of a child into the golden heart of every living thing. We will feel deeply the earthly memories etched into the mountains of home the forgetfulness in the oceans heave, the forgiving
Lithe bodied, we dance tall swaying arcs of verdure leaning into curved mists of space and aeons as heaving earth-body pulsing in tune, exultant sun, sultry moon we sink our roots, feeling deep around you, and swirl with wind, and stars reaching, we rise upon the long song, of creation.
Ekphrasis to Rilke’s Turning Point (below) letting all the deep rivers of the world – rush in / cracking open the quartz prism of your being – you surrendered – you no longer had a choice
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss, Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Keats – Ode Read More
This evening the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low over the western pacific a veil of ocean mist rising up to kiss beyond the mountains – where I lay in these steaming waters – earthly aromas rose geranium, thyme rustling bamboo leaves quiet cricket’s trill…
(ghazal) I called to my lover pining, under the moon yet alone I remain waiting, under the moon Searching heavens deep, she is sailing mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon Bold round gate, to silver garden framing ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the Read More
Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I as from the north Read More
– start at 22m15s . . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound
falling away into grace becoming enfolded in darkening wings of winter’s embrace, from the east she calls, i love you
Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought
#3 dusk in Fukushima wild plutonium horses ride jet-stream home
Inside this temple are mountains and rivers there are forests of oak, mountain lions and moss Seismic shifts and lightening bolts are inside innervating every silent thought All the dancing impulses of nature are here laughter, grief, hunger swirling in the winds and time There is ecstatic music, echoing through these chambers and starlight – Read More
bird song in the city false dawn
Oh great goddess, mother of creation, this earth What silent hunger causes big breasted women to wander in my dreams. Oh happy happy death – this fool asphyxiated in the heaving depths of the cleavage of the beloved.
“The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.” – George Santayana Lewis drives us to a deserted beach just outside of Read More
click play button to hear this poem: as I begin to read your poems their power enters my body. Your faithful, deep feeling words slip through my unsuspecting skin. I feel them enter my bruisey heart as air enters my lungs. there is an affinity. I dive into the pool. it takes me a dreamworld Read More
Rest in peace you fucker [look, though ignoble, I’m just ranting to get this out of my system, OK] his brutal strength crushed my spirit his iron fist rules made me passive aggressive his stupid love made me hate – at least him his dogma though, made me a free mind fear of punishment made Read More
Pescadero. Baja California Sur. All she wants is for me to give her my love and she will give me the Moon. How could she not become the Radiant Goddess. Aphrodite. The Ocean and tides. How could any woman not bloom, in Love like a cactus flower, under the desert moon their beauty born the Read More
after a workshop with Robert Bly
. . . A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me. ~ The Prophet. Khalil Gibran Drifting through the formless void, darkness all around. there is a shimmer of sound like the siren’s song reaching through space and time. And in an instant in an ocean of Read More
The Mango is anything but innocent it beckons with itâ€™s fullness itâ€™s soft golden belly, glowing from within, it says… sink your teeth into my plump curvaceous skin, suckle on my gorgeous ripe flesh and let the sweet juices trickle down your chin. Revel in the rapture of my glowing roundness and feel the warmth Read More
wise sand dune primrose bud flowers innocent of this fools search, speaks of youth and eternal light this does not age or fade, it just keeps moving through like star songs resonant beyond the Earth Vega in the Lyre, we remain ancient and always new what they say about age is gravityâ€™s conspiracy there are Read More
Velvet soft, Fading petal, Gently … … Falls. Lotus blossom’s Golden heart Gives, voluptuous petals To the Air. And sensuous stream sings Its round song. And autumn turns to spring My love
Would a thorny rose, bitter sweet As love lies bleeding at her feet Proffered in ecstasy of loves desire Fade away in vain ?
And I was about to say – the trouble With intellectuals… Is they skirt around emotion. Then he gave me a hug And stole my heart From its retreat Into the notion Dare must we Dare must I DARE TO BE TRUE!
Percussive rain, drives hard and fast Against the cold, window glass, As hostile winds, howl through The deserted buildings, at Lakeview. So desolate, this place, in the night Bearing under winter’s blight And through the day, such animation As Ilka and Karina, in confrontation. Conflict of ego in angry conceit… Oh, a peaceable place this Read More
Time seems suspended as I go to pass Midst gray shadows, diffuse moonlight doth cast Damp air hangs heavy in a haze As still horses, from their boxes gaze Then around the corner I am silently met By Bolero’s, stony silhouette Between his and Dallasâ€™ box I tread Toward my… waiting loverâ€™s bed When dawn Read More