Poetry has a magic that even a writer can not control.

Life or living and what?

2012-01-10T15:56:00.001-08:00

Muses are musing in the magical places

About what it means to be in another muses body

The mind

The soul

How could we invite insanity?

In the world the trees grasp for things unseen

The soil pushes the path opon

I want just a little bit

Just to know

To experience something perfect

Just to know

Wonders are fully realized

I am not a butterfly spinning with the other

But life is on the path pushing into the sky

Flying with death

With a resting vulture nearby

Wasting for a short time.

Those days are not to be lost

Memories never to fade

Like dreams always aflame

Dreams shining

Dreams as real as lightning.

Marveling at the window

The soul is wrippling across my eyes

It is like another time in history.

Temperance and Patience.

2011-12-05T12:14:00.001-08:00

Special is the lights of the universe

Still but sometimes not

Radient of the beauty of each connection

Stopping at nothing

All things must pass

Even as a photon reaches it's destiny.

What class planet is this

Covered in dust

Water changing into salty tears

The evolution of extinction

With no place to run and hide

It is a world of wonder

Enchantment is the sky.

Nothing can stop

Rain moves in huricanes

Books sit idle on their shelves

Clicking sounds suround

Pestisides on the ground

It is life and it is going

Someday even things will change

With a bold bolt of lighting

Fantastic as a flock of crows

Walls collapse from earth quakes

Ruins being exposed.

On the the mountian

The ice holds

Holding on

Strong with icy hands

Opening it's warm beating heart

The time has come.

Inviting the spirit in.

2011-12-04T14:34:00.001-08:00

Fades sometimes I say

then later it floods with shiny magic

sometimes there is no needs

just to think

as if to dream

and nothing comes to mind

accept myself

as I am.

Cleaning within.

2011-12-02T16:40:00.001-08:00

Sunshine in my eyes

Darkness not around

Life is skipping

As the day stops tripping

In the moment of the bomb

I hear a heart a ticking..

When sadness turns into a waterfall of tears

There is another presense here

The winter can not freeze the flow

Nor the beauty and it madness

Where it dreams

Into little crystals inside

The cave within my mind.

Torching the ravine.

Let's all go to Paris and play like children.

2011-12-02T15:22:00.001-08:00

Again there is the winds

December to remember

Each day life stills in the chill

Yet spring is nearer

Spings open the drafts

Lifts the waiting seal

Unlatches the key to memory

As waiting to release

To realize the distant eyes

The words clear

Like diamonds.

I want.

2011-12-02T11:54:00.001-08:00

What fills the empty cup
The life of struggle to even get the cup
Seems empty with nothing inside
I dream my cup did not just dry
Of glory in this life
Memories full of magic
A real life
Perhaps I'll have a go at it.

In dream land.

2011-12-02T09:57:00.001-08:00

I saw you in the mirror
Like your heart was coming through
I saw you in the mirror
I had nothing to say
It felt like a strange reflection
You sensed me I suppose
There are strange things that are unseen
Like the heart beneath the clothes
If only I was dreaming
Yet it is no dream
I wish for
Now it is a moment to remember
The time is in December
I feel sort of better.

Breaking almost then,
I reach a new opening
and there is another touching
love is not so bad
in dreamland.

Each Time I fly Into The Sun.

2011-12-01T12:38:00.001-08:00

It is not in the way of the sun to cry
For it shines light and love
There is a place inside each one of us
That beats with life
The part of us which lives
That refuses all death
That casts away shadows
Revealing the unseen
For in so doing the universe expands
With every darling seed.

Life sacred skips through crowded streets
Holy is the life that rarely cry's
Eternally grateful of this gift of sight
The power of the mind
Holy like an angel moving at your side
Holy to forgive and let go of it
Surrendering, forgetting, renewing
I say free yourself
Free!

Dancing in the winds of time
The muse spills the water on the fire
Fishes turn in circles like a whirl pool
of open caskets
Diamonds make our hearty way
Blasting holy liquid light
Into the day and into the night
HOLY.
Nothing is more holy than life.

The Adult Play Room

2011-12-01T10:26:00.001-08:00

All I needed was so simple
Yet all I wanted was so much
I wonder what keeps us so far apart
Yet closely to each other
Is it a toy that God made?

Can't stop.

2011-11-30T16:49:00.001-08:00

Wandering with myself
Seagulls drifting to the window
Hands outstretched to catch them
Tossing out my blessing
Leaving little crumbs
Sand is collecting
Asking why I am?

I just have this sense of boxes
Little people rolling cubes
Without numbers upon them
Gun shots with no blood
Moss falling from the sky
Raining buttercups.
I can never really grasp...

There are different fates.

2011-10-25T15:07:00.000-07:00

Perhaps I will be very old some day
Many family and friends dead
My hair turned gray
Would I let my spirit sink
As if my life had been a dream
Only lifeless photos
And lame TV
Grand children who know nothing
Sounds crummy
No wonder so many seniors get grumpy.

The lost offering of clothing.

2011-10-07T13:08:00.000-07:00

Chains of silence begin to sing
Holy, Holy, Holy...
Chains that hurt but can't be heard
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Nobody can by anybody until they go within
Holy, holy, holy...
Everyone wants harmony and justice
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Lightning and giant balls of hail booming thunder!
Hawk dives, bees swarm, and a monk seal turns.
If we are to try we might, but with a purple heart
Rage is turned into tender kindness
Our hearts full though pockets empty
HOLY.
It is holy to believe that you are more able than you think.

Hermes is coming back.

2011-10-06T17:26:00.000-07:00

Dancing makes waves
Releases pain
Art is a sonic boom
Exploding across the universe
It is a rip tide of pure feeling.

Waking us from our state of dreaming.
A crescendo of magic
Touching for the stars themselves
Each atom smashing
With loving creating.

A great spirit is higher than positive thoughts.

2011-09-24T11:56:00.001-07:00

I like the majority of religions and spiritualities, but from the bible this is what I must say:

2011-09-19T11:16:00.001-07:00

Paul or Jesus uses the word uplifting in one passage. While we also know of letting our light shine and the city of light and even a thousand points of light. That in Genesis God said let there be light and in John it is this light was the light for men : amid the darkness the light shone, but the darkness did not master it. Today it seems like our main darkness is our us versus them mentality. How can anyone be really different if they are human just like ourselves? How can we hurt anyone with out hurting ourselves, and when will all the senseless violence and negative thinking end? It seems that a solution is at hand and if it is not at hand than our fate may be dark, but I believe that it is in our will as human beings to survive even if it means finding a way out of our short comings. To uplift, therefore rise above our circumstances, not just for peace, but at time when the survival of our entire species is at stake.

Do this please..

2011-09-06T13:58:00.001-07:00

If good is to win it must do what it does not enjoy for some time. It must fight back!!!! We need more and more people to join and very soon since time is running out!
The dark will attack and cause you to attack. The dark is all about destruction and is quick to judge and causes us to be this way. It is quick to strike envy into our hearts or make us feel slighted and seek revenge. The dark always prefers lust to love. The dark makes a person cold in their heart. The dark stirs anxiety and depression and makes us fearful with out good reason. The dark causes us to stereotype others and be critical and gossip malicously. The dark causes rage and jeolousy. The dark makes us think about ourself and not care for others. Not only are these things true, but the dark has a mind of it's own, just like the light does. The light is about unity and joins everyone together in connection. The light is giving and helpful: this sounds mild but it can blast against the dark with unbelievable intensity. Have you tried to see how powerful the light is? A walk on the light side done intently can totally change the world and very quickly. With a serious walk on the side of light a new world can be created. It is possible. I suppose not enough people have tried this out to much or the world would be a harmonious nearly perfect place. If only 100 people in one week were to go all out in the path of the light the world would be tranformed. Only one hundred people is all we need.

How human is love and do you dare?

2011-08-01T08:12:00.001-07:00

Love is in your eyes
I want to be in your eyes
To look through to your thoughts
That I might have visions of you
Should the experience allow me to see
True beauty.

Wise choice.

2011-07-26T15:53:00.000-07:00

When do you look
Look within and see
This person who you happen to be
When do you feel good again
Do you need a reason for that feeling
Is there something that will set you free
When can you just be you
When is it okay to just let loose?
You can hold onto your gripes
You can rip and cry
When will you come alive
To see the special in the world?
And really really dig yourself
Even if you aren't perfect
And they can't be either,
So go for it,
Love the dream of your life
Everything will be alright.

Dream another dream.

2011-07-11T12:04:00.001-07:00

In the border

between the unseen

Of all that we are

Or could have been

When time slows

Dreams root

The heart breathes

Calm is felt

Beauty dealt.

Fwd: [Poetry has a magic that goes beyond words.] New comment on Extreme pessimism is not uplifting: Read the dang....

2011-05-16T23:23:00.001-07:00

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Date: Mon, May 16, 2011 at 11:01 PM
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Mark Guttman has left a new comment on your post "Extreme pessimism is not uplifting: Read the dang...":

I have seen and experienced what extreme pessimism and negativity can do to someone. I believe it can eventually ruin someone, easily. Even a false positive belief or messages or practice that feels uncomfortable can eventually lead to a brighter more happier, more healthy disposition. It takes some dedication and then magic just happens on its own.

Posted by Mark Guttman to Poetry has a magic that goes beyond words. at May 16, 2011 11:01 PM

Love seven days a week.

2011-05-16T23:20:00.000-07:00

The breath is changing in the rain
Colors of vampires obstaining
No longer molesting
There is no need to beg
Your demon can leave you to be free
If you drop to your knees
And let God into you
Fill you with Grace
Soothing your soul
So your breath is pure
And you can care
For that is what we are
Love.
It can't be found in a book
No pastor can slap it on your head
It is love and it is life
To give.
And breath life into those who are dead
And I don't mean mouth to mouth
But that could happen as well.

Onwards haste.

2011-05-16T19:50:00.001-07:00

The eyes are watching always.

They can only stop

In sleep

Into the sea of dreams

Into another place.

There is no turning back.

2011-05-16T09:31:00.001-07:00

It is sad that the turns turn into harsh corners
The truth is not glaring in beauty
Yet if the curtains are pulled
The enemy is revealed
Just a sorry thing
To be pitied
The blood in its guts
Trembling as something
Stumbling against the horror
Where the swamp seems endless
And the mirror of legends is hiding
A hand reaches out to pull you in
Jumping into a place
Sometimes takes great faith.
But reason would have it's glory day
When the books read backwards
Then burst into flames.

Play on filthy words.

2011-05-16T00:19:00.001-07:00

Everyone has got one
And they can be fun
Genitals?
Genitals!

I would stay clear of eating caniballs.

Your chances are better with a can of worms.

But genitals
Are they not also genitillia

Which is kind of like a margarita
With a bit of gentinal

Ah fun,
To put them in the sun
To let them collect heat
With no friction needed.

Ah fun,
To be an Eskimo
Genitals become cold
Then they are freezing
The male one's fall to the ground
While the female one's stay firmly in place.

Genitals?
Genitals!
Go to the bar have a cocktail,

Hang it on a coat hanger
And be polite so it can not be seen
And drink your drink.

(I hope you are disgusted, I am)

Mistaken.

2011-05-15T18:36:00.001-07:00

I learn about how to sing when the song blows up
To drink the love
Oh Jesus why you?
Could someone else perhaps
But for some strange reason God chose you
Shows that God has a sense of humor.

Gray

2011-05-15T16:07:00.001-07:00

Where will it be when your hair turns gray

The hair an indicator

No return from the gray

Gray becomes a factor

That is here to stay.

Shadows are weak to blasts of light.

2011-05-14T21:28:00.001-07:00

It can make the world change
If you are not afraid
Fear is likely a demon
No place for it
As a lie which grows into substance
To be torn and ripped apart
The truth breaks the can'ts in shreds
Then you can
You can do a lot more than you dreamed
You never know.

Going to the top of the mountian.

2011-05-14T11:25:00.001-07:00

Winds blow the answers into my mind

Like an eagle my spirits fly

I am lifting higher

The sweet winter is over

Spring has me a four leaf clover

Wish for the dream

It is more

Now.

A pure heart.

Fire is higher.

2011-05-14T11:11:00.001-07:00

Strong positive flames shoot in circles

Dashing faster in feeling against and then for

With only a reason of burning desire.

While human have human life.

2011-05-13T09:30:00.000-07:00

The birds make beautiful sounds

Fly around

And play

Most of the day,

Not a bad kind of reincarnation,

Maybe an egret of some sort.

Snakes and folks.

2011-05-12T22:08:00.000-07:00

Unusual snakes climb the pole to the flag
Well it was time to make a statement
A statehood of sorts
To sort out the confusion
Do I feel the love?

I wonder how nice people are
How selfish really
They seem
Perhaps are.

I don't understand the waves of troubles
Just to be human seems almost unnatural
Like so many people hiding rattlers
Even the doctors want to cheat sometimes.

There is a place
Perhaps it is the only place
Right here
You never know.

Drawing an interesting picture.

2011-05-12T11:10:00.000-07:00

Collide into the vanishing point
I watched the space inside your eyes
Dreaming of the paper cups
When the happiness seems to slip
If there is a ship
Let me go free
I want to exist
To be
No real walls in front of me
Making raids.

The future is now in some way
You can take your grunts tough guys
But my love lives on
You can laugh at me
But my eyes see the ocean and the sea
I face the sun
My heart leaping with each beat of light
You know it is silly
So fleeting.

Don't get distracted from your bliss.

2011-05-12T04:43:00.000-07:00

Into the world a world must be found

Though our hearts can contain so much

There is a place

There is a space

A time not to have any hate inside

And accept that others are not doing as you would like

Are not always on your side

But life is not about that

Life is about life.

The beauty of hope.

2011-05-11T10:29:00.000-07:00

The bride is walking across the bridge
That is what she always did
Looking around at the sky
Somewhere out there
The perfect guy!

What of Canada?

2011-05-11T00:48:00.000-07:00

The polite boring colder version of the United States where some cool glaciers and lakes are. And those men wearing those ridiculous outfits. At least in America we can buy anything including a variety of noses and speak in offensive and sickly sweet ways while doing mean things on the road to people. Plus America invented the Super Friends and the Justice League of America!!!

Shards.

2011-05-10T17:37:00.001-07:00

Fragments
Fragmenting
All over in front of my eyes
Pieces ripping into smaller pieces
As if it were a dream almost
How could we forget?
Is the courage letting up?
I say no to that!
Never again.

How thall I compare you to May Day.

2011-05-10T14:33:00.001-07:00

You are more unpredictable than the invasion

Yet my heart is caught on your strings with mine

Your love invades

The world is still consumed in hate

Not a laughing matter

More like Alice making friends with the Mad Hatter

Feelings scatter

Left is right

You give it all the fight within you

Yet blood is dripped upon the most red rose

I love despite it all

I wish just to dream of an impossible

For that is what it seems

Love and life

Better for movies

Perhaps.

The strawberries got reckless today.

2011-05-10T12:56:00.001-07:00

The short cake ran up the wall
Planting in the ceiling
With sweet teeth
Dripping honey.

Each strawberry sat at Church
The music made them feel modest
And the night felt like the longest
For what is fruit to do?

Even when the blue berries are stressed
They can attack anything scary
Such is the power of this berry
And it rolls around on bible pages
Marking Mark for hidden meaning.

Onions are not welcome
A woman's fart is even preferred
But nothing like that happened or was heard
The onions just marched in
Claiming world domination.

The green jellow was not full of vitamins
Yet it fooled the hungry human
Named Jay Leno
Having never had a horse
Knew not the difference.

Water came in just in time
And everything got icy and steamy
Soon everyone had sensitive nipples.

World of wonder.

2011-05-10T09:04:00.001-07:00

I have a hole
And I am holey.

The life can swim in random tandems
There is much life in me
Wishing with passion
Acting with fast action
Wise
The world is not too much with me.

I am flying like a hawk
I am free
Not a soul can follow me.

Rain and sun falls
And love is everywhere
Yet how we just act
Just go
And pass
Pass me too
Yet I send my love
The world still needs me
Though it is going to pieces.

What a wonderful world it is.

Everyone came to the party.

2011-05-09T20:58:00.001-07:00

Cups flowers winters end
Are the sought after things just began
Life is no imitation
No antique of the present
We are here together.

As time begins again
So look at it this way
It never was in the first place.

There is a waiting place that escapes.

2011-05-09T19:50:00.001-07:00

The place of the love
The lines on the line to you and mine
If your place is inside
Shall this fall
Can we detect another
Who would give
But the world is not
That sort.
Or so it seems
I may be delusional
And that is okay
It is not a crime
To believe in miracles.

It can get a little lonely.

2011-05-09T11:33:00.000-07:00

Where is the baboon?
It is nearly June
Please be my friend
Find me one soon.

People are just going into places where the light is in the place where the moon just sings.

2011-05-08T21:17:00.001-07:00

What to do...

2011-05-08T16:44:00.000-07:00

I saw the elm shoot out it's branches
As me in a state of calm excitement
The magical queen spins a larger web
She remains hidden in the leaves
Silk pouring out of her heart.

When words go off the page.

2011-05-07T22:42:00.001-07:00

Hawk descends onto a tree with wings outstretched.

(I don't need to go any further with this poem.)

Hi beautiful people.

2011-05-07T20:18:00.001-07:00

The little glass boat floats on glassy waters into your smiling eyes.

Be

2011-05-06T20:24:00.001-07:00

Be understanding to your enemies.
Be loyal to your friends.
Be strong enough to face the world each day.
Be weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone.
Be generous to those who need your help.

Be frugal with what you need yourself.
Be wise enough to know that you do not know everything.
Be foolish enough to believe in miracles.
Be willing to share your joys.
Be willing to share the sorrows of others.

Be a leader when you see a path others have missed.
Be a follower when you are shrouded by the mists of uncertainty.
Be the first to congratulate an opponent who succeeds.
Be the last to criticize a colleague who fails.
Be sure where your next step will fall, so that you will not tumble.

Be sure of your final destination, in case you are going the wrong way.
Be loving to those who love you.
Be loving to those who do not love you, and they may change.
Above all, be yourself.

By an unknown but fantastic writer.

Places and spaces.

2011-05-06T09:44:00.001-07:00

Entering into the valley bellow

She came with flowing blue robes

With the wind behind her.

Her eyes spoke

Nobody said a word.

She made her way to the grave yard

A golden tear left her right eye

Her heart was healed.

Her silver hair spun in the wind

As she raise her arms to the sky

All that followed were people

Curious.

In my world is a universe.

2011-05-05T20:41:00.000-07:00

The forest was vast
As a place to get lost in
As fairy creatures where around
Shining their own light and flying about
Stars expanding
Joys crying
On my knees doing something
Wonderful
For the universe.

May explodes.

2011-05-04T19:49:00.001-07:00

As rules turn with spring in heat
Staring inwards or at the nose
So it goes that people see the light
Light is such a powerful thing
Here it comes in infinite photons
Trying to fill our heart
In truth the sun can only do so much
Can only bring so much love and hope
Mostly all year long we long for more
Don't look to the sun and die
Go to yourself
Look within
There you will find a shining light
The truth of who you are
That is where your life is
A sun can only help you point you in the right direction.

Farewell dear earth.

2011-05-04T19:13:00.001-07:00

There trees fall
All that were now
On the grass
Mowed down
Turned into junk mail
By mindless profit turning machines
Paid for by our tax dollars
Worked hard for
And voted by us
In stressful elections
Rigged by the corporations
There trees fall.

Human goodness and sexiness.

2011-05-04T18:30:00.001-07:00

In the purple droplets
Thoughts become thoughtless
Where the sun is all around
There is just the glitter in your eyes
I spy you looking
I am not guilty for you shined
Brighter than any star.

It's the way that it is.

2011-05-03T23:33:00.001-07:00

Dashing through ideas

Spilled lemonade on her dress

Drank from the jar of death

Spoke out to the prisoners

Grabbed a hanky and spit

Life did a double dip

Got green on the lips with that stick

It is some kind of voodoo

That you do

I would toss the chair into the window

Again and again

Untill the chair went up in smoke.

There on your head a bald spot

Where no hair grows

Your head is spinning around

They say the word "Clown"

The hall of mirrors appears

The red slippers walk around

Bubbles everywhere

Any and every cause for attention

To button your heart to my sleave.

Never mind what ever.

2011-05-03T23:24:00.001-07:00

When will the drama unfold?

It is cold.

So is the night sometimes,

Dryed flowers fall

She can not call

It is fine

My Cancer Claw

To what does this mean?

Is she shining again

Her mind chasing her dreams

Starting the motor

Of bringing it together

Into one

All is one they say

We say like wise.

So it must be true.

Seasons of the mind.

2011-05-03T23:17:00.001-07:00

As the tide rushes by my mind drips honey

Your entering into my love circle

After this time

Is juicy

Like a cornacopia

The wind knows

Is your friend

God

I would trust you now

More than before

God

You will have me

Even if death has me

I would be with you.

As long as there is a dime

I can roll it down the street

Sadly it is nothing

But a little money

So it is not the miracle money

I can only listen to it fall away

You my loving

Not fall either

Or weird,

Last time I saw you

I wondered if you know.

That a light had formed.

Far cry.

2011-05-03T11:33:00.001-07:00

Way to go me,
It is smart and time for tea
So we drink and so it is
The thoughts of deeper thoughts
Of our soul
But then agree
Or heavens be aloud
Where in silence she screams
He calls
Time ticks to silence
All is in a state of fun
Darkness differs
As it wispers.

To dance in may
wear the the color gray
For it is colder than April in a way
The sun is breathing
As it's heart is beating
My mother rotating
All is not lost
All is not lost
As lightning
Burns a hole in my feet.

Sword in hand as she lunges.

2011-05-03T11:31:00.001-07:00

Tis a trifling matter.

2011-05-02T22:49:00.001-07:00

Can we drink as we think as our heart swims in dreams

Are not just thoughts

But things

In my mind I look around

The sky is coming down

How?

It is just a rash of trash

Such mindless actions

As those that think get the balls moving

Down the halls to the place of freedom

To the hook

To the killing hook.

The dress spins and falls

To the place beneath the sea

Flat as my hands

Touching my life

Your arrow comes coming back

Into a point of no return.

It need be.

2011-05-02T03:52:00.001-07:00

How it is that life swears
Your need to say now and then
That I do not care
You have not to torture
As I am free
My life is my dream
And nobody can take that away from
Me.

My fantasy a reality
You are nothing but a demon
Shall taste the light
And all of us will be alright.

Far into the future we build
A shining city on the hill
Singing in our hearts
For our love is strong
To be free
To be ourselves.

I smile.

2011-05-02T00:09:00.001-07:00

It is so
That people go
And it all kind of goes
That is how we show.

To you I know
My heart does grow
Your joy lights me up
And my cup is flowing love

Laughter wakes me in the morning
A calm
Feeling warm air through the window
Into my life some sun must come.

Resting.

2011-04-28T20:12:00.001-07:00

In the time of death
There is the rose of life
Like falling to pieces
Then to rise
Shining like angels
The strong wings unfurl
If you could be special
So I wish.

I may just go quite
People are lost like i
There are the sleepy streets
How could they
They do anyway
How does the horror
Get toward the exit
And escape
I would hold your hand
And softly say.

Years pass
Nobody seems to listen much
Everyone for themselves
I just drink my wine
Cause people don't care anymore
Anyways.

Go fly a kite.

2011-04-28T07:51:00.001-07:00

In the deathly hallow

In the night

At the sight of

Swinging pendulums

Real girls that are so real

Come on girls.

I'm listening to Leonard Cohan right now.

2011-04-24T23:51:00.000-07:00

I know there is good chance we are related since one of my family last names is the same. I wonder if there is anything similar in my poetry to his. I think his stuff sounds a bit depressing, but I really like his style. A bit close to mine maybe.

Dancing dragons change and shift positions in a clamorous condition which defies description so here is the fiction.

2011-04-24T23:39:00.001-07:00

Seems like poetry is becoming more popular around the world in general.

2011-04-23T01:59:00.001-07:00

That is very cool indeed, and now I shall sleep
The dreams will fill me from my heart
A world with smaller thorns
Where the rose just seems to grow
And nobody can tell me why
Does my nose love to wiff it up.

The great love.

2011-04-22T07:37:00.001-07:00

You live, for the light carries you on
A path of light in the dark
To places to learn to love
And find the beauty within your heart.

Inside the honey flows in your blood
Stretching far and wide
With great swaths of love.

Your waist is moved
There seems to be some new kind of feeling within
A new moon is coming to only blank out
Dreams of white horses
Gentle faces of cows
Why do escapes just go into loops
Your death goes unchanged
But I need to try to make a difference in your life
Wish for yourself
Dream of new frontiers
Let your imagination fly
There is much to be done
And still with you I love.

Take my hand with your small hand
Lead me from the shadows
Make the rainbow
Open
Each window to your mind
Let me inside
Just trust a bit
So much for wishes
Please give me you knees
Upon the floor
For you to die
We must adore.

Possible is sometimes actual.

2011-04-13T09:28:00.001-07:00

The crack in the glass
Started shining
Heart in motion
Through the sparks of the sun
Distance feels far now.

In the imagination
It changes
Like a giant wedding cake
Inflections turn me in the distance
Charge the card
Open the heart.

Hawks move on in the spring
Pollen effects my thinking
Days do not stop in space
Colors the landscape with wild roses
Your window to my soul
I want you really
For you have drowned me in fire already
Mind can't get too heady
When the sighing ends.

Too far and far apart
Just doing the water dance
Spinning in ripples
In the life of me I see
See your life
In not imagination
Or word
Yet in a battle for her
A genesis of the heart
To open the doors
The windows
The soul.

Angel speaks.

2011-04-12T21:48:00.000-07:00

Oh there in your head is nothing but dead coins

From evil dragons sent

Filling the hearts with false dreams

How far does the imagination of a velvet cusion rest

Do you sleep well when you are queen

Be glad you are not from hell!!!

Wall.

2011-04-11T12:29:00.001-07:00

It was like the wailing wall
Wailing so hard
Not calm
Wailing for freedom
Yet the wall remained
Caught in the echo of a wail
Mind getting hard
Crushing and tumbling
No wall remains standing
Soon the world is light
And folks are laughing more often
Stupid wall
Stupid
Stupid.

Also France has been added as a country catching on to this poetry blog.

2011-04-07T08:18:00.001-07:00

Excelent.

Now Iran is a country interested in my site as well.

2011-04-07T08:17:00.000-07:00

This makes me feel like I am doing some real good poetry.

Love persists or the soul is amiss.

2011-04-05T07:12:00.001-07:00

Despite it all
People actually care somewhere
You are on someone's mind
A lot of the time
Don't hide your love
Let it shine
Fill the world with light
Love like there was no tomorrow
We need not feel lonely
When we have each other
We can feel someone's joy
As well as their sorrow
Our hearts can feel like they
Are on overload
But go, go, go
Let your love overflow!

For darling.

2011-04-04T19:37:00.001-07:00

We sing and dance naked by the ocean
Laughing and crying flames fall to the waters
Wishing on the lucky stone
Stones that can change
Each piece a crafted excitement
Rains excitement with each moment
Slips into motion
I saw you looking back to me
At the ocean.

If.

2011-04-02T21:11:00.001-07:00

Way down below
You know
She knows as well
Down where nobody knows
Together but never
Then the wind blows
Something is singing
Some strange song in the air
From long ago.

To decide to change
Is not some plan you just arrange
Time tells itself in it's own strange way
Through a mixture of change
Nature speaks carefully
Always go to the heart
That is where the cake is
Save a piece
You never know.

Drink yourself into new places
To the trees and it's strange places
How does she do it?
Takes my mind into the sea
For freedom exists somewhere else
Is
Your shining on the edge of new lightning
Breaking
Destroying
Leafs budding everywhere in concert
Flashing bright red hearts
At the art withing you.

How to wait
Then to find the place
There is nothing but an escalator
Standing is calmer
And not so helter skelter
Better look out and find the shelter
Ice is this thing which melts
Is like icing on the cake
Sigh...
If only we loved more than this.

Helpless.

2011-03-28T19:59:00.001-07:00

Winds and wars

Leaves and grass

Birds and sky

Worms and life.

There is more than meets the eye

She has a way of knowing

If she knows than it is a conclusion

That she might have a clue

Which is likely so there is nothing I can do.

Fate grabs the legs

It has a way

Like a retreating wave

Pulling me.

Helpless.

Peace and then sleep and then magic and then dreams.

2011-03-27T17:35:00.001-07:00

A prayer.

2011-03-24T21:18:00.001-07:00

Separated
There is more maybe
As pieces wish to come together
Or break
Perhaps our little heart
To break yet another time
Find the courage not to hammer around
Find the way to heal others
Life is such that we can not just button up everything
Prayers empty the sea of meaning eventually
Only our ability to move past the safe walls of insanity
That I would pray for.

Attached to an outcome.

2011-03-24T21:03:00.001-07:00

Without is such a strong word

For in lacking

We may hurt

As if something is taken

To the rainbow of our hopes

The sounds of a bell making no sound at all

For missed connections

And just another exception

Rules to not pay attention

Delusion

Destruction

Demons

Then a light appears in the night

Like a song to fill the heart

To make us wise for a moment

Perhaps than we can leave the planet with a smile

Or maybe to make peace with all that was done wrong.

I realized that recently I had made some pretty awesome poems.

2011-03-15T17:30:00.000-07:00

Now I must slow down a lot since my inspiration is a bit spent. I hope you go over the old stuff and find some enjoyment again and again until the fires of poetry passion hit me again.

Poetry Nations I have found in my stats as unusual and unexpected.

2011-03-13T19:46:00.001-07:00

South Africa and Saudi Arabia.

The place.

2011-03-13T16:28:00.001-07:00

Shelter
From the things that scare you
Shelter
All around
To warm your heart
Closer
Finding safety now.

Light the match.

2011-03-12T19:03:00.001-08:00

The imagined pain
perhaps just boredom
watching the eclipse of a sudden moment
your eyes on the horizon in the sky
There were wise men
sagging breasts
lanterns of mercy
obese children
nuked out chickens
And uplifting apricots.

Darling.

2011-03-09T16:44:00.001-08:00

Swing into spring
Darling
Swing with that thing
Darling
Dream into being darling
Like a giant red rose
Darling.

Harder.

2011-03-08T19:42:00.001-08:00

I saw a cow melt like a burger

I dreamed we were nothing but love

From steak sauce.

I remember to write you

You didn't respond

It did not phase me.

I am hearing the silence

The yellow lights

The empty green eyes.

Hoping you will touch me

Hold me

So I ask.

Sad about the same lame song.

2011-03-08T13:14:00.000-08:00

Deep deep sadness
Profound heart pounding
My heart is just so anguished
Pained so deep
And feeling almost helpless
Though it concerns more the fate of man
Less myself
Than my self interest
Soon spinning the same record
Will wear the record out.

Piss.

2011-03-06T22:55:00.001-08:00

Love only waits

And then it says

And then it speaks

And then it says

Love waits for a while

Then love hides

Perhaps to die

But not tonight

Love has not died

Love awaits

Love creates

It does not know why

Love inspires

It can not tire

Should love despire

Than love would turn for a while

For love is like a flower

Turn only love

Twist it like a petal

Slowly towards the sun

Lift and move and then

Life comes into bloom

The frost should melt away

Were we not lost

Melting would seem natural

Our destiny for the time

For our sweet self

Why? and Why not?

That love makes out with itself

That love grows into the sunflower

And winter not even a memory in this hour

Horrid place do exist

No doubt in my experience

So laugh while you can

Though laughing at no laughing matter

Is ridiculous

But better than the alternative

Laugh at least in your heart

That life my life may be my art

Though some hate

And life is great

Laugh at that too

Because I would only have my wish

That you laughed at that too

Too you we laugh for

To you we adore

For the dirt is dirty

Upon the floor

For the dirt sweeps into the store

To where the life is making more

For us to adore.

Life.

2011-03-01T08:51:00.000-08:00

It is hard to admit
But the truth does set us free
Experience has shown me amazing things
Life is alone
But oh what a dream.

Fire water in the heart for this is magic this is fantastic!

2011-02-28T10:24:00.000-08:00

I imagined sting rays
The ocean's ways
Endless water
Her face
Her eyes
Her lips
Her hips
Her breasts
Her mind
It is spell binding
In flames in the water world
My heart opens her
I feel that magnet of love
Rising higher like the water
I want her
She bursts in technicolor
For it seems that I might love her.

Some people say things are changing now that this Wisconsin event is happening.

2011-02-26T21:52:00.000-08:00

The question though is do powerful rich people have no feelings? Can they not hear the people when they say no in mass numbers, is this going to be acceptable behavior in American politics? I don't even think I would call this politics anymore. More like the behavior of ruthless dictators. I would never have believed that the partisan nature of our country would tear us apart like this. It may become the powerful and the victims instead of the have mores and the have much lesses. I know corruption is nothing that new, unfortunatly Americans seem to have become jaded because it happens so rapidly here. I pray for a better world. I pray. I have no idea though on how God could come through on this one, but I have seen fire come out of water and glass change it's composition in front of my eyes and I will believe since I have seen those things. I will send out a big force from my being right now, a force to touch the planet, to say that fear is more than just fear. Sometimes fear can take action. Emotions can not be put in a box. I believe we are all connected and that the politicians will crack since American's and the rest of the world have so much wisdom compared to what it used to. The soul of the world can go to the souls of men and women. Something can happen. I really think you can't stop a wave like this. The more you push it back the greater it will become. Fear can do interesting things like raw courage that can deal. It is determined and relentless. There can be no peace with out peace. It is either war or peace. Nothing in between. War or peace. Life or death. Hope or hopelessness. Tyranny or utopia. Hate or love. Enviromental destruction or taking care of the earth. Preventing progress for mankind or building a beautiful future. Working together or being devided. A hard earned dollar or endless greed from above.

Rising forces.

2011-02-26T19:55:00.001-08:00

There is the hard way, it is a path that some dare take.

On this way a person will meet many hardships

Tests and trials and tribulations

And defeats

But

The easy way though it seems that way
Is no easy street.

Nothing is easy or free

Life is faith

Every action

Dares reaction

Yet Shakespeare

Wished us happiness

Our folly could be common sense

If we are willing

If we are willing

The sails will fill to white air

A cyclone will appear

Reckless youth you just have seen but just a few

Now making their way into an uncertain future

Which can turn in any place at any moment

Lead us to the place where we can be closer

Break the chains and the choke holds

Empty threats

Every minute is getting closer to heaven

But also closer to death

So chose wisely.

Here comes the Sun!

2011-02-23T11:27:00.001-08:00

In time things alter
Yet people want things to falter
Sometimes
Nasty is not so strange
Love will over power evil.

The path of action.

2011-02-22T17:56:00.000-08:00

Oh, the birds
The birds in the air
Fly far
And nobody seems to care
People are hungry
For something
Not food nor money
The birds circle
Nobody seems to care
As the breeze wips through our hair
So the wings beat faster still
The roar of engines not a thrill
As the fires simmer
Beneath the heart is a murmur
For to quench
For we can not truly forget
Though we would like to
History has told its story
And the rest should be up to us
But there will be nothing to end this book
Without some signs of some glory.

Am I?

2011-02-22T15:30:00.001-08:00

Washed into the sea
Looking for me
In the drops of identity
Collected in my cup
Of tears.

Wishing for a real break that lasts a while.

2011-02-22T09:37:00.001-08:00

I saw everything for a day
The whole world
And outer space
My heart went into torment
I felt that perhaps it was all indifferent
Perhaps a bit violent
At least I could be of some good
God sometimes does not come through
But the mirror and my fears is in dark matter
I have not a vampire or mad hatter
I have me
Arms and legs
Eyes
Soul
Time.

Remember when the Berlin Wall fell to pieces!

2011-02-21T08:08:00.001-08:00

Winter is like coming home
It is a broken thing sometimes
With emerging somethings.

Children can seem lost
Grass can spread out into eternity
Clouds form unusual patterns.

I believed an idea whose time had come
It had no exact description
My heart warmed.

For all the thoughts
For all the drama
Tears come.

Bulls stampede in the fire
Splashing through mud puddles
Even the most stubborn turned a blind eye
Had I the fear I would hide
Some things are so much more than nightmares
Closing in to do what is logically impossible
For why is confidence the opposite
What of such notions
Empty psychological potions
Dark purple flowers.

Victory to the souls light.

2011-02-16T19:05:00.001-08:00

Hawk Roosting Analysis

Author: Poetry of Ted Hughes Type: Poetry Views: 5936

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.

Inaction, no falsyfing dream

Between my hooked head and hooked feet:

Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.The convenience of the high trees!

The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray

Are of advantage to me;

And the earth's face upward for my inspection.My feet are locked upon the rough bark.

It took the whole of Creation

To produce my foot, my each feather:

Now I hold Creation in my footOr fly up, and revolve it all slowly-

I kill where I please because it is all mine.

There is no sophistry in my body:

My manners are tearing off heads-The allotment of death.

For the one path of my flight is direct

Through the bones of the living.

No arguments assert my right:The sun is behind me.

Nothing has changed since I began.

My eye has permitted no change.

I am going to keep things like this.

The Sun of the Sun in the Heart of my Love.

2011-02-16T16:49:00.001-08:00

I imagined a newspaper being shredded into confetti
I saw old people eating cotton candy
There was more than enough for everyone.

I imagined a man with one eye ball
It roved about looking for a target
He was definitely not a vegetarian.

I imagine electric dating
Even hotter than ice-skating
Never know what disco ball will drop.

I imagined blabbering mice
They also had lice
And were hardly nice ever.

I imagined a gong show
It never happened
No one came to see it.

I imagine a circus
Pearls of blood
Through my heart of love.

I imagine a thrill
Sliding down a hill
My eyes changing colors.

Why is the world so mixed up?
Don't we know that is messed up
To give people the mix up.

Twists.

2011-02-14T21:50:00.001-08:00

Oh poppy-cock
Nothing but rainy weather
Poppy-cock

The garden of earthy delights
Feet on the ground
Looking forward

Dreams of angels
A long act
Pales in comparison

Freedom from it
That
Does not really exist

Batman is not gay
Neither is Robin
Or Bat Girl.

Budget cuts.

2011-02-14T20:45:00.001-08:00

Like paper cuts
From fleeing dollar bills
And cracked cement.

Like a phantom
Crimson cape
Glides silent.

Like a mirror
A cosmic hoax
Just look the other way

Unless you love a joke!

My weird normal life.

2011-02-14T19:41:00.001-08:00

I imagine a window

Hanging maniquins

Glowing orbs.

I imagine a donkey

Rising waves in the morning

A beach ball caught in space.

I imagine a lantern

A middle aged clerk

Holding the sand.

I imagine a rainbow

Minnows

Dolphins.

I imagine storks

In awesome poses

The ladies were moving in circles.

I missed the bus

My world was not bust

I didn't go for the money that much

No silver dollars dancing in my eyes

Ben Franklin is just flying his kite

My hands in the air

Life is nice.