Sunday, April 03, 2016
Tuesday, April 02, 2013
It's a little fuzzy, this road of life.
Not knowing what's beyond the turn.
But I know where I've come from.
How I've struggled and been burnt.
I can see how delicate you are perfectly.
I touch you and feel your presence inside of me.
I couldn't imagine this more beautifully.
This sweet passing moment with you.
It's all I need.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
I want to know…..
Can you see behind closed eyes?
Giving you faith in the other side?
Can you hear the soul whisper?
About the win to the infinite power?
Can you teach a lost soul how to be found?
Dance a holy dance on a sacred ground?
Can you move slow?
Make your voice sing low?
Is your love still alive?
Or is lost deep inside?
Can you find peace in the obscene?
And listen to the deepest meaning?
Do you guess the end of it all?
And remember before the first fall?
Can you teach me the way?
I seem to have forgot my place.
Do you dance in between the beats?
Building your spirit unto a peak?
Can you control your dreaming?
And hear wisdom in the street screaming?
Are you experienced enough to be wise?
Can you feel the stare of another’s eyes?
Can you meet me in your secret place?
Listen to my silence of nothing more to say?
Monday, September 26, 2011
There is a ball in most of the popular games.
A basketball, baseball, tennis ball, football, soccer ball, and rugby ball.
In a match everyone can see them.
People use them to score points and beat the other team.
There is another ball, one that is often in dreams.
It looks like a door handle, a balloon, or a button on the wall.
In a dream, it is a veil.
It is a person’s soul and it can be used it to see one self.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
These sweet words that I whisper in your ear.
I don't know where they come from and I really don't care.
I'm not out of control in anger but out of control in love.
When I see you sweet girl, I can't want you enough.
So we sit on the beach drinking red wine.
I gaze in your eyes as your hand falls in mine.
The ocean is smooth mirroring the full moon’s yellow light.
It rests above the horizon glowing pure and bright.
The reflection in the water shows us two moons.
One of them is for me, and the other is for you.
And as the night drifts on the moon settles close to the sea.
Both of the moons draw together, just like you and me.
And finally they touch and are in one another.
In that moment we surrender, coming together.
I am in you and you are around me.
Our boundaries are merging setting us free.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I was born through the backdoor.
That is why everything is slow to me.
I go deep down to be born again.
That is why I love to sleep.
In that place all my burdens dissolve.
That is why I can see something beautiful.
Yet my memory is taken when I awake.
That is why I go there again searching.
A sweet memory of a faded dream lingering.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
I am feeling empty.
I am feeling blue.
I’m going to fill up half on alcohol,
And half on you.
It’s going to be fun
And it’s going to be nice.
And who knows where it will lead
If it all goes right.
But in the morning the alcohol leaves me,
And you have something you have to do.
I will be left feeling even more empty
And even more blue.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
If you trust me, the way that I do you,
We will reach the end of the road together.
I try to lead you on the shortest and easiest path,
But not when it leads to destruction.
I have the experience and wisdom to love you,
To know when to do something even if it hurts,
So I can watch you grow.
When I can I give you the gift of happiness in care
And watch you rejoice,
These are my proudest days.
But I know sometimes you can’t understand why I am this way,
Why I don’t do this or that.
It pains me that the only way I know is this struggle,
But I want you to know that I AM HERE and I love you.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
I see a new girl is wearing your shoes
She doesn't have a fancy car
Much better at playing the guitar
But it hurts
And it bleeds
We could have been great lovers
We could have at least been friends
But you chose to be cold
And then you chose revenge
I can't eat
I am lost
She likes them just as much
Or maybe even more than you
This girl who is playing the guitair
And wearing your old shoes
Sunday, April 11, 2010
He is drinking alone, sitting on a bar stool.
He waits. The night lingers. He doesn't care.
She glances, smiles, and entices with a stare.
He meets her, loves her, and forgets her.
She loves him and hates him but never knows him.
Tomorrow night both are empty and neither has been heard.
Both have one more reason to be mad at the world.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Every song a poem of being
Every home a painting come to life
Every breath a meditation in light
Every meal arranged as art
Every touch a polished kiss
Every exchange a refined gift
Every dream a magical trip
Every dance and intimate step
I want this purposeful living
And hunger for wakeful existence
Instead I sleepwalk through the day
Ignoring the people to my left and right
And stare at empty faces as I dream in the night
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Sunday, December 03, 2006
I asked her where to go.
She said love would guide us.
I asked what I/we should do when I/we get there.
They said love would tell me.
I asked him what the answer to my question was.
He said love was the answer.
I asked him how I could really know.
He told me love would make me sure.
I wondered what I should do next.I figured I should probably start loving.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
No, I wasn’t there but heard it was fine and nice. I will probably go next time. If we cross paths, I will probably see you there.
Maybe, I will be there and maybe I will see you around. Maybe this meeting was just a coincidence but maybe we will be more.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Where people seek happiness, let me bring gleeful joy.
Where people seek growth, let me bring escalated development.
Where people seek wisdom, let me bring insightful thinking.
Where people seek spirituality, let me bring sacred holiness.
Where people seek affluence, let me bring abundant prosperity.
Where people seek intention, let me bring direction and guidance.
Where people seek light, let me bring radiant illumination.
Where people seek peace, let me bring tranquil serenity.
Where people seek healing, let me bring holistic therapy.
Where people seek the source, let me channel Jesus Christ.
Where people seek love, let me accept them and care for them.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
My days are too long and my nights are to short
But it seems to be that things get easier everyday
Especially since I remembered to not treat myself in a mean way
See, I worry about what I am going to eat
I worry about the places my friends should meet
I worry about internet, money, and telephones
I worry about so much, all and one
But when I sit back and take a breath
When I enjoy the breaks that life gives
When I simply just take the time to look around
The possibilities exist for life abound
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
I forget which body is mine and which is yours
My hands are wrapped all around you body
And I am touching your skin so soft
We just lay on the couch leaving the TV off
We have no music, no movies and no entertainment
We are just lying still, drinking up each other’s presence
No mother to talk too
No brother to stand beside
So abandoned in this country, on his motorcycle he rides
Maybe some day he will ride to another town
Maybe he will even see his lost sisters
Are they married?
Do they have kids?
Are they divorced?
It has been over ten years since he heard his sisters’ voice.
He’s so alone in this world
No woman to talk too
No friend to fight beside
So lost in the city, in its streets he does stride
But walking the streets, he knows all their names
He gets only blank looks from empty souls
And he can give them back only the same
He is so alone in this world
No daughter to talk too
No son to be beside
So lonely in this house, only he abides
His future is the graveyard
A single priest by his bed, for his last rites
So despair, he carries so much pain
His work goes unnoticed
And his charity is unseen
Almost his whole life, he had only me
I paid for it to be written on his headstone
That, “This poor guy was all alone.”
And his magic stops it’s flow
A gentle man with peaceful heart
My dad had pains, he could not stop
The pressure built that made him suffer
He was not a fighter but a lover
He was not fit for the circumstance
Coerced upon him by ugly chance
My dad, I remember and still cry for
I still don’t understand this fucking world
I try to go back when I had a place
I was at home just seeing his face
Destiny is calling but it’s all different now.
The days are good but lost their intent somehow.
I remember my dad and
I still don’t know why he had to go.
And why the Gods dimmed his glow.
Girls like guys that use them and to them all other guys blow.
The second C is for Career, which is a job.
And if you don’t have one, every girl thinks you’re a slob.
The third C is for Condominium or place to play.
If you don’t own one, no girl is going to want to stay.
The fourth C is for Club or bar or place where you go with your girl to meet your friends.
It may be like Cheers if it is a bar or maybe a Church if you don’t drink beer.
The fifth C is for a Car, which makes it so you can give her a ride.
The fact that a guy doesn’t have one, is one fact he is going to have to hide.
The sixth C is for Cell phone, which we all use to make calls.
And if you don’t answer when your girl phones, your relationship is in for a fall.
The seventh C is for Computer and Camera so you take pictures put them on facebook and send them in emails.
If you don’t have these, you just might be okay for a little while but sooner or later without them every relationship fails.
The eighth C is for Condoms, which guys like to get and use.
Got to have the first seven C’s though or the only real question in life is when you sit at home alone which television show are you going to choose?
It is kind of sad what momma said, “just be yourself, just be you”
It took me so long to figure out it is so not true.
She told us guys to be nice, funny, and intelligent
But it is really the eight C’s that guys really need to get.
And your sympathy is hollow
You have come and gone
And now the hour is desperate
You do not come by or call
Sitting there in your chair
You say you are sorry
But your sympathy is hollow
It is so easy to be sorry
So easy to let it all be on me
And not have to do with you
It is my problem, my situation
And you don’t feel responsibility
We are not a team,
We are not friends or neighbors
Just two people that pass each other
But do not share one another
Your sympathy is hollow
Because you say you understand
But you will not stand to help
You do not lift a finger
You just give idle words
And walk away
Like I am not you or you not me
But the truth is we are one and
You turn your back on me
Is turning your back on you.
How did you make such a sweet dream?
I figured it was time for me to eat
Such a creation so delicious and neat.
I called my mom and told her to come
But I asked one little thing before she left home.
Do you know what it was?
Can you guess my great scheme?
I asked her to bring a bit of the sweet dream.
She got off the plane after a long flight.
I told her I had not eaten since the last night.
Then out of her carry on
In to my sweaty palms
Came a bag of six sweetened golden charms
I admit they were not fresh, they were not hot
The icing was melted and their bodies were shot.
They were really in fact a day and a half old
But I don’t have to say, they unleashed pleasure untold.
I ate them all very quickly with incredible speed.
I thought about giving one a way as a good deed.
But I could not resist, I ate them all so fast
And at the end I had to go and take a long nap.
But it in my rest I had a great dream
About a little golden circle and the pleasure it brings
Saw a poor man walking down the street.
The man looked hungry and looked beat.
But driving thirty five he blurs by.
Is it really my duty to stop and help that pitiful sight?
Didn't he get himself in that situation?
And no one told me to help him.
But in the book there is a message of love.
Wasn't there a message from the son?
Do anything for anyone.
But you know sometimes it sure feels like my spirit is tired and beat.
And if God happens to pass by my street.
It sure seems like he takes a minute to help me.
Sometimes even does miraculous things.
and when God's flying a way
A message deep down in the heart is
Just like anything was just done for you
Do anything for anyone for true loves sake.
It has to be that the son stops for people on the street
It has to be because that man on the street,
Spiritually is really me
My long days have me confused and hurt
and the spirit comes to comfort
The spirit does anything for anyone
And so tomorrow when the homeless man blurs by
It is my turn to turn around and say hi
Talk to him and make sure on the cold winters day
At least this one homeless man has a warm place to stay
And at that moment two blessings take place
One for the homeless man and one is in my heart
The whole thing happens by God's grace
Blessed is the message of the son
Anything for anyone
Starts talking about how things use to be
We are just two strangers, talking for the first time
And as we trade words, things just seem to become all fine
Then passing through my mind, there is a trace and a snap
And it is realized who this is
It is my old friend from the past
There is a new face on my old friend
He has died and been born again
Back together again we talk and play
Together again, it is a splendid day
We have so much to learn and teach
Lessons forgotton but yet still within reach
We help make each others lives better
Life after life we help each other
Reunited with my old friend in a new face
Excited to just wake up, day after day