Tag: poem

fresh breezes

Being all alone then affection comes around
Is like living in a drought when the rain reaches ground

A new relationship and all the conversations flowing
Is like the drops upon the roof and the sounds of something growing

Sharing what may come as companionship is found
Is like drops upon the leaves and the water on the ground

Casual touches, then little kisses, the hints of what may be
Is like sprouts upon the ground and buds upon a tree

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/15/14

Pushing on the edge of tears
With the leaves fluttering like my fears
Seeking a new world just because
I hold out hope to be as I was
A man in love with a woman who mattered
To move on through life with my soul less tattered
A darkened soul seeking connection
Forging on in honesty and affection
Creating something only two can make
Reaching for some of love’s leaves to take
Our past weighs in and tomorrow yet defined
Bring fresh breezes to open hearts and minds

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/06/14

March 22, 2015
@brew

In the rest swirling. Handfuls of wishes tossed in the air. Heady without focus. No direction flowing. Up. No direction flowing. Down. Forming vortex without space. Filled with emptiness between the stardust. Grandiose unformed with potential rising. Going somewhere by happenstance. Giving. Living. Hope by hoping. Not knowing. Hindrance of the haziness discovered tumbling ‘round. No real impediments except uncertainty disregarded. Forward flowing. Upward spinning. Free form filled with nothing. Gyrating to the new. Going up nor down nor ever filling formless end.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/20/15

March 22, 2015
@ Pi Pizza, St. Louis, Missouri

Ripples on the world
Flying over sea to land
Fields and deserts
Rippled plains
Gouges on the planet
Riven by time and water
Spinning spinning spinning world

Down from the sky a traveler sees and wonders
How could this be?
Throw off the cares that humans have laid
Mother earth and father sky
Wonder when they should
Release themselves from the parasites
And return it all to paradise?
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/06/15

March 22, 2015
@ Juanita’s

Making sense of the world.
Filtering through all that is heard
Thinking of only me and where to go
Coming to the conclusion that it is only ego
Thinking through all the things I’d make the best
That draws down to self interest
Ego subsumed to impact gets me on a better track
Transit, homeless, finance, housing, assets, income security, equity, justice, hope
Flying through the air askew
Then a simple answer grew
Looking at so many objects in the air of concerns hurled
All I want to do is change the world.
Ego subsumed to impact gets me on a better track

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/05/15

March 22, 2015
@ Laguna Beach

This is my day. Sitting on the rocky shore. Wondering if I should pray. Hoping for fates and spirits to open a new door.

Ocean, air, rocks, and sand. Set aside the thinking part. Holding to this space because I am a man turning mind over to simple and open heart.

I can sit on the rocks, like birds. Nowhere to go or tasks to do. Now here. Venus sans sun arises.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/25/15

March 22, 2015
Homeless Count 2015

I felt the warmth of my bed this morning
The bathroom was nearby
I got up and took a shower
I made some coffee
I read the paper delivered to my front door
I said hello to some friends on my computer
Then I went out and looked for people who had none of these things
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/23/15

March 22, 2015
Where did Endymion go?

Two moons shining o’er the planet
Gentle collision
Two bodies come together in a kiss

Ages ago it was meant to be
Ages ago, slowly drawn together in space
In a time unknown

Or was it a moon spun off from a newborn planet
Like a child flying from a merry-go-round?
Each theory has its flaw
To explain the attraction and distraction
Of two bodies come together
And come apart

It turns out that planet formation is sloppy
and creative
and wildly varied
like love and life

The moon is nothing like the Earth,
except that it is also exactly like the Earth
I’m nothing like you except when we are the same

Earth was born moonless then Theia interceded
and gave birth to Selene
Then along came Endymion with beauty unsurpassed
To merge and join as one after the falling of the sun.

Bodies don’t collide in a gargantuan impact,
It’s more like a cosmic landslide.
Or an irresistible joining.

The moon’s double identity gets swept aside entirely
How can two be one?
Finally realizing how little you had to do
Before you get to the limits of knowledge.

Inspired by:
http://nautil.us/issue/13/symmetry/when-the-earth-had-two-moons

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/13/14

March 22, 2015
rhythm of wood

I’ve been to that tree
twisted in the winds of time
limbs held to the sky
for Mark
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/06/15

I have forgotten more than I have ever known
The rhythm of a life like the rhythm of breathing
The rhythm of steps upon a path trodden by others
Mysteries and experiments in living
Each day a new adventure
And another day of mystery living out
A history made in the rhythm of breathe and steps and life
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

Warmth of old wood
Light of Spring
Sun
Breathe of wind off the ocean
O’er the short plain and verdant hills
Wind of mystery
Wind that blows through the rhythms of life
Sun that shines on all
Sun that shines this way on only one
One who is lonely
One who is hopeful
One who wonders at the mysterious questions of being
One who feels the rhythm of breathe and steps and life

Blessed by wood from long dead trees
Blessed to know of one who wondered and experimented
Blessed to see the terraces built to preserve the soil of the earth
Blessed in each breathe
Blessed in each step
And stepping on further as the sun shines on
Assured that everything in life deserves a grateful look *

*A line by Patti Trimble http://pattitrimble.com/

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/22/15

March 22, 2015
On winning

One of the ways we listen
To sense the direction to go
Is to carefully consider a mission
That will bring forth the ways to grow.

Another thing to know is the limit
Imposed from above and below
We can’t let it be what will inhibit
The rise and the fall and the flow.

To make each choice as it comes
Is to trust the voice from within
The outcome large or small becomes
The next move of what we begin.

Hope, determination, and luck all contain
the heart of the next action wherein
We find the power so as to retain
The seeds with potential therein

Thus we ward off all that would drain
This power drawn from within
The force found within feels no strain
No limit will hold what we win.

January 25, 2015
I make myself cry

The day my parents named me –
Part two =>End of the Year
– People we saw
On their behalf, I thank and honor kind strangers. (best read out loud)

Kelly and Sara and Neil and Juliette.
Tim and Michael and Ben and Daniel
Lauren and Georgette and Tanya and Julian
Mark and Robert and Myrah and Frank
Kim and Donald and Brian and Cindy
Travis and Terry and Bill and Sara
Ricardo and Linda and Angelina and Jordan
Chris and Patrick and Bob and Anne
Shawn and Sean and Zach and Casey
Cynthia and Aaron and Tina and Robert
John and Jonathon and Hector and Lee
Erin and Charlene and Debbie and Allen
Mark and Ken and Kara and William
Brian and Bryan and Clare and Sonya
Jesus and Maria and Jose and Juan
Tristan and Hailey and Allison and Jeanine
Jill and Jason and Jesse and Tristan
Roger and Jeff and Todd and Amanda
Sarah and Sam and Steve and Shine
Ryan and Belinda and Louis and Favella
Susan and Suzanne and Eva and Adam
Gilbert and Kevin and Krystal and Crystal
Ray and Joe and Jessica and Betty
Patricia and Patty and Paul and Anthony
Joanna and Cathleen and Kathleen and Juana
Julie and David and Lucas and Julia
Elise and Norman and Nora and Thomas
Randy and Florence and Roberta and Leon
Denise and Simon and Simone and Shelly
Charles and Emily and Vincent and Wanda
Carol and Matthew and David and Teri
Jacob and Rachel and Lynne and Andrew
Antoinette and Diana and Dana and Leslie
Anna and Andy and Alfred and Aileen
Clint and Carl and Christopher and Carol
Miles and Erica and Megan and Marie
Zachary and Brittany and Ronald and Jon
Lawrence and Larry and Loren and Lilith
Dillon and Dylan and Anthony and Alicia
And Robbie

We do it for you.

January 1, 2015