WALKING THROUGH

The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion   Advertisements

ALWAYS AROUND

Early winds signatures of change branches sway under invisible forces from all sides pushes past objects never restricted intent always direct untraceable altering without reason curving through cities tumbling into canyons unimpeded over deserts    

WITHIN REACH

A gift of words is the magic the key opening clouds   healing holds the temperature of the room diamonds rise as leaves fall   a newness provides the power like rivers   broken stars mend   what was lost resurfaces   the moon glazes onto meadows with smoothness

HEAVY WEATHER

A low rumbling a quiet menace brooding on the horizon   a language of sounds ominous clouds above the reach of man   evil markings retire day’s shadows relinquishing serene space to a greater force heavy weather reflects in eyes gazing upward   rain presses onto the souls of mortals.      

ANYTIME

wet footsteps on the floor cotton clouds the magic of music handcuffs the soul providing anywhere travel with eyes closed the heart steers without disappointment onto a wide porch waiting for sunset lightening bugs send signals to the fortunate the best place to be is the one they dream of  

CUTTING A PATH

Sailing ships full sails sliding through blue and green waves divide into exhaustion song of wind never the same strong hands mast the desire of motion angles break apart clouds add fuel the earth turns under the surface rope and wood fuel and fury heaven moves aside angels applaud  

A PROMISE TO HOLD

Fractional sunlight pressed through gray mist clouds like thieves stealing between headstones. A ribbon of water separated the road from an outpost of evergreens; a creation of serious lines and rugged beauty.   It was a favorite place, untypical, not easily replaced nor forgotten.   The ground was resolved to hold theses treasures close to … More A PROMISE TO HOLD

KINGDOM OF STARS

Cloudless night sleep forsaken for the lack of dreams   walking softly outside under a carpet of stars shadows from branches are cast onto a narrow dirt path   light breezes disturb wax twisted leaves, a fright to imagine if it were ghosts moving about   there is a sense of being unearthed and homeless … More KINGDOM OF STARS

WARHOL GONE

There was a narrow reason to mourn   a cerebral molting spread over partly framed orderly opinions   he was a recluse of twisted dreams pure with talent a personal connection to the souls of interest within his circle   he formed a texture of words weaving clouds into reality   rain washed him, arms … More WARHOL GONE

BLENDING

The secret of being lost is the disregard for being found   the luxury of blending to be part of unseen corners drifting away from everyone’s roads   brushing past idle spirits and obstacles in the path   the soul of travel are tents left behind   places where a moment was meant for a … More BLENDING