My Prayers are with Somalia

My heart aches over the starving-
A body skinny and pale with nothing to eat.
If only I could quench the thirst
restore one with my words.

A terrorist high jacks the real food,
stops it in the road before it reaches the tent city.
The cries of the hungry call out at night-
the meager substitutes making them weaker with time.

From a distance I can swat the flies-
wipe the brow and send a kiss through the air.
But, the darkness and death that surrounds them
can only be fixed by a spirit more powerful than my own.

To live alone in fantasy
creating reality as you dream,
the beautiful pageantry of untruth, truth.

Bring along a friend or two
you can name them
tell them what to do
they look and smell like violets.

So sweet the world created here
perfect arms, perfect hair-
perfect madness, the only way
I suspect.

Until the bees stop making honey
a bird will always fly by.
A Cardinal, Mockingbird, Barn Swallow,
Dove

A pair that sit atop an electric wire
diving through air at their command
with a twig, always flying and
coming back until,
Boom.

What happens when the mate is
dead-the coo of the sweet
gray feather-thread,
he sits atop and watches.

Black beady little eye
watching the world go round and bye
watching a scheduled train
Blow.

And what of silence
messing with God's realm
discovers it has control,
will ethics keep us safe

harbor us within it's grace
steer a plane, a boat, a mind-
doing with life what it finds
amusing.

oh computer, robot, friend
or foe, keeping distance-
put on a show, oh

The clouds move by in the wind
and rain, does the jet stream have
a name-other than reality, hence forth.

Imagination of possibility
everything yet not
anything in Quantum Space
A Dream.

Modern Art

The Big Bang 3. 24.11

Head explodes
Feet gone
No longer able for tea.
I melt into the cement floor
The bomb gone off
Inside of me.

Coming through windows
Knocking down secret doors
Controlled explosion
While lying down
Love confusion
Blinded-now.

Wave Shy

Mavericks 3-10-11

Blue Wave
Perfect
Blue ocean wave
Rolling past
Repeatedly

Will I swim for the big wave?
I swim,skilled
Stupid, Naive
Risk

I wonder how long the pros wait
Hoping to catch the big wave
How far out will they swim?
Alone
Maybe I hold the new record.

Do they always return-Uninvited to the sea
Or does the sea call them?
Do they ever catch the big wave
I doubt it

So who surfs
Anyone
Bueller?
The ocean knows it's force
Mystery soul

Deep Waves words
flowing as the current shifts
In tune
Earth's jukebox

Controlled from the dark
Cold
Ocean floor
Rocks and
Moon, Overpowering gravity and force

I ride the wave and crash
My face slammed into the sand
I break my back on the reef
I churn in the surge


Under I go, washing up on shore
Defeated but not drowning-Alive
Reverence
powerful
wave
and sea.

Red Feather 2.15.11

He calls me
Serenades me as I walk by
Yes? Beautiful boyfriend
What is your need?

My eyes desert me
A fool who stops to search
I cannot see you
Bark and green are cruel

Your song is gone
I carry on
Grateful
You caught my attention

A Visit with the Holy Spirit 2. 20. 11

I sit on the road a blind beggar
Surrounded
only one stopping to listen

No one listens
No one cares
Wait, I plead
Tasks go as someone else sees

Books sold
Records sold
Windows bashed to spite me
Selfish
User of me
I prop up a statue
I win only through he?

The truth hides like a scared little girl
I push it back
Afraid
A desert where I can see fear coming
Like a rain cloud

If only I the beggar could call out
If only he was here to answer me
Wait, not only one listens, but two
Or is two-you?

I start to shed my cloak of the past
My self doubt
Opinions of others

Insight, like drops of dew
Divine intervention
I listen
Believing and having faith

I always sit in the road
Hand extended
Waiting for someone to give me sight

The sidelines of my life
Lack of trust
In myself
In others

A stone heart
Created by things
no one understands
A pecan on the ground
Covered in green
Ready to open
To grow a tree
Or feed

Watering the seeds of my own soul
Preparing to plant them around
An exodus
Wilderness journey
The unknown

Allow me God to trust
Believe in myself
Throwing the cloak
Invitation
A new road

"I would not take you, where I'm
Unwilling to go."
In the end all that matters is that we loved well.

Golden Ticket

I'll write until my fingers bleed
Mind lost
full of greed
Conflict
Show don't tell
I know the words
I know them well
I'll paint a picture
family will see
They will cry
They will bleed
Dialogue
Something for actors to do
Story told
Response
Validation
Moving on
Dreaming big
My white swan
Take me
I'll give my soul
Only for once
I find control
My dream
My life
Lived for others until now
I'll write until my fingers bleed.

A Ghost in The Darkness

I sit upon my dream
my head lost in the clouds
I thought I knew what I had seen
but only madness

Imagination my saving grace
free to use it in this place
i let my heart go
i love

as i feel the flower slipping away
i hope it will bloom another day
a roap map blocked out at night
with an endless closure

left without a word
smiling still with hope
i know you'll still be watching me
i know that im your dope.

fly up to the sky
reach the stars
and when I hear your song
ill cry

In need of response

Trust the unseen
I do it all the time
I believe in aliens
often cross my mind
Trust is important
I have none with you
Voice in the darkness
Only built on clue
Sad for friends
without hope
I don't need them
Art is dope
Inspired by
alternate dimension
don't need intervention
love written in blue up high
safest place where I can fly
glide among the birds and geese
Your song i don't want to cease
alright
why are you scared
Words perfume
I will wear
A relief
A challenge
helps me grow
time to think
I'll listen so
heaven or hell I lose my mind
I won't cry, not this time
Sweetest thing
that it can be
that which last eternity
Self fulfillment I do seek
Self respect I turn meek
past of abuse oh so sad
I put myself here, I'm mad
Built for journey
troubled past
Love me kiss me
it won't last
My friend tries to stop me
does not prune the trees
does not understand
Insanity brings me glee
Words hide
No flowing
Only going
Down a tunnel do I dare
I know not what to wear
Kiss me kiss me
Reach the sky
Hug me hug me
I will try

How Did I Get Here

How is it that I lose control
My mind plays tricks
In need of patrol
Truth revealed a rotten shame
Another torturous ugly game

I thought I knew myself so real
I thought I was clear it was the deal
Alive and happy dancing in the sun
Really excited and having fun
I thought I knew someone who was close
But instead just the mask of another ghost

I confessed my pleasure
My admiration sincere
And my closest friend
Whispered in my ear

I am worried for you
You have lost your mind
This does not exist
Why you are blind
If it does then demand adequate attention
I know it won't come so I have apprehension

Express myself with rhythm not rhyme
At least if I could I could travel and shine
I sit in the darkness alone, obsessed
The worst type of loneliness, Im stressed

I'll go see a doctor
Follow the advise
I'm ashamed
I'm embarrassed
This is my vice

Truth Revealed

Games for you is it true
Reveal yourself no longer blue

You haunt me with your every word
You taunt me, it is absurd

Playing, you pretend to be true
Reveal yourself and not with clue

I'm here to know you and be your friend
I'd like to see how the story will end

Dancing, singing full of life
Don't worry I don't want to be your wife

Words prove your interest in me
But without proof, I must flee

The sky is blue, I understand the snow
Call or message me or let me go

My numbers on the stalkers map
Drama filled without a gap

Otherwise, I put away
maybe to visit another day

I can't take the endless sorrow
Not another day I can borrow

The Ugly Side of Me

Where are my words
where have they gone
I'm sad without them
I'll wait until dawn

A story of Sarah
A story of Tom
She's stronger than me
I know his song

Why do I care
nothing real with you
You heard me while
I was down and blue

Blues don't last
Drown them with beer
Blues go fast
I won't shed a tear

Strong as an ox
Feelings don't matter
Listen to the monks
Your heart will pitter patter.

Living a dream
Desperate for attention
I'm a selfish bitch
Air is only tension

Everyone Is Looking 1.17.11

I hear you calling me
And now I see it clear
Im lost and Im confused
I hold you close, my dear

Reality escaped
Not easy when confused
A Chess game for lovers
In simple form abused

A wife a gift from God?
The Bible says it's true
A friend who did not distance himself
Now feels sad and blue.

We saw a rainbow on the Mississippi
Snow geese flood the sky
We drank daiquiris in New Orleans
And then we said good-bye.

Don't Follow Your Muse 1.12.11

So if for the moment you're becoming confused
close your eyes to escape, don't follow your muse.
It is easy you see, no need for alarm
And in the end, it will do you no harm.
Smell fragrant cut grass, smell salty deep sea
smell it all for now a new reality.
I think I shall ski or maybe bake pie
simply put, at this time, I deflect the evil eye.
But, the devil he finds me, creeping by night
He awaits in the darkness until the timing is right.
Sweet as sugar, oh if you could hear him sing
His voice evolved, disguised with every new fling.
In top hat he carries a guitar as a cane
He dances and fiddles while playing his game.
The choices, poor subjects, they never prepare
he runs for the mirror to admire his hair.
Pleasing himself making subtle connections
He shatters emotions, there are no exceptions.
He has evolved, but it's still the old man of fire
No trusting his type, I simply call him a liar.
Such fun for the Hare and the mad little Hatter,
a life full of games which really don't matter.
But deep down inside he is always the same,
He is living a life which is lonely and lame.
Such a sad life performing tricks for attention
Sucking life from poor souls he makes his ascension.
He feeds on the weak or those full of passion
Tailoring his style he thinks he is in fashion.
I take pride in the fact that he is distracted by me
But I'm stronger than he thinks, this he will see.
Move on little devil take your pitchfork and go
I have dinner to make, I am tired of your show.
So, if for a moment you become quite confused
close your eyes to escape, forget the old muse.