Friday, September 30, 2011

"Faith sees the invisible,
believes the incredible,
and receives the impossible."
-me a few circles ago
(circa. 2003)

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

"Love is faceless yet carved with definition like the wind."
Stephanie Gasco

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

To Dream

Here, I tell you of an irony.
Life is but a dreamy reality.
Reality is an anchor
dreams are.

Imbalance gives birth to illusions.
So, let's dream and live well, right?

Monday, August 22, 2011

Brother Bay, How I Love You So.

Amazing Grace.
How sweet the sight.

Shooting stars seen through gratitude.
Elation through the cobalt skies.
Glad cries empowered by pure awe.

It's true after all, Brother Bay.
You've always been by my side.

This just has been my forever...
This place.
Now I gotta let go.

Like a baby's gotta grow,
nothing ever stays the same.

The baby can't stay a baby.
Sameness is just a small illusion of the illusions...
Believe in the truth.

The truth isn't the sameness of things.
The truth is free.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Why Dance Alone?

Shades of Reality,
Yours and mine.
In that pile of hay
Awaits a slice of harmony.

It's just best that
I'm not left
alone with my thoughts.

Of so many abysses
I could choose from,
I'd much prefer to stick with Jesus.

Didn't your mama say
it was best to play
safe than get in harm's way.

If I saw every bird
That was trying to drop a sign,
Maybe I would know
a tad better.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Water Bubbles

Is it only my vision,
the things I see?

Or is the reality cloud
that is becoming rather obscure?

I know I am
with nothing but questions.

It might just be time for reflection,
to trek upon the treaded.

Monday, May 16, 2011

All My How's...For Now.

How do I know what vitamins I need?
How do I find my sanity?
How do I rediscover my red, white, and blue?

Is there rediscovering anything?
Do we just run in a hamster wheel,...
the pile of whatnots we leave behind
and mistake for progress?

Not quite insane.

Mirages are what YOU see...
and they become what you feel...
until you slip past them.
So, yeah, what is real?

Tell me.
What a dime and a nickel make.
Compare the click of metal to a gust of wind.

Go ahead.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A bit o poetry

I aspire to write
for that I often rise
under a hovering cloud
that is rather dim and misty.

I write of happy things,
the things we know of
only far in never-never land.
I do so to flee from the cloud.

Put me not in a corner
for that I too rise to lilacs,
daisies, irises, and mistletoes.
They too dwell where I live.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Wordless Visions

A dismantled youth.
A promising bottle of wine for age.
A broad whirl of flavors spread on the largest piece of bread ever.

The ice cream girl promises you immediate satisfaction.
The realtor promises you lasting gratification.
High tide flows in as low tide recedes.

A fresh breath of brand new life.
A sweet, long whisper of wisdom.
A dance is always accompanied by some ground.

The rock.

Count not the sheep
but the blessings
you know and see.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Moonlight Turns Water into Emerald

There were bubbles everywhere...
Gleams of sparkles played in the moonlight.
There was so much promise in the water.

Only there was no swimmer.
The swimmer never showed up.
There was just no need to come and go.

There is no looking back,
not even if you are on a ladder.
There is only going forward.

Gather your pieces.
Thank your pieces.
Be whole.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

keep your dreams not in a bottle but within the air you breathe.

In the quietest hour right past dawn,
Silence speaks as the tone of the king.
Hope shimmers like the face of the queen.
Doubt dribbles on the silhouette of the jester.

Daylight gives birth to day,
warmhearted creatures softly toss towards waking
brand new smiles and dreams come alive.

Today will always be today.
Every minute will be its own.
Every breath is sacred.
Every reflection is telling.


Wednesday, February 23, 2011

something like a testimony

There's knowing,...

A knowing
which lies silent and pure within.
It awaits my recognition.

When I saw the laying corpse of my grandma,
I burst into tears
not because I've lost her
but because there has been a transition.
A powerful shift in the consicousness that I carry...

Would I gladly explain this clearly
but the truth is that it does not go much further
than knowing,...

An inner torch of knowing.

no more than a hum in the head

Sometimes I catch myself
Ever so silently,
I'll say
"What a sad world."
Only when this happens,
a happy, loud interception takes place.

"You kidding?"

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Reminder: Gratitude and Harmony are often holding hands.

I feel like a amateur sailor
even a sailboat weakly worthy of travel.

Wind in my face and hair
vaguely of its direction and reason.

Would I come near
could I understand the language of wind.

Hints of places to steer
bring pieces closer together.

An infinite swim in gratitude
carry one far.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Some Sense of Direction

Make a Left
to see your Right,
So you can choose right from wrong.

Pack your choices in a bag.
So that way you can empty it...
and set your sail.

Tell me,...
what is there to lose.
We gain when we aren't lookin'.

If Truth had a middle name,
without a doubt,
it would be Surrender.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Sea of Hearts

When the trail of sweet nothings high and low carry one so far.
Where love fills the horizon.
How warmth encompasses the soul.
Why laughter fills the air.
What stands before one is lightyears ahead of words.


Sunday, January 2, 2011

A Message to the Sea

Dearest Chief,

How must I wonder of your grandeur. So many things are rhetorically aesthetic on this plane of awareness. It makes sense how we hang onto words when there is far more value in silence. I suppose there is a significant reason or two why our minds are heavily plunged under the influence of language.
There is a conviction somewhere inside me that speaks of true resonance in purposeful living. My consciousness is occasionally graced with the understanding that we don't understand because we need to ride in the dark to realize the light. Here's to brevity in language and overflowing love.
Grazie, Chief.

A Soul's Stretch

It's not a temptation.
I've been told to steer clear
and forget about temptations.

You know,...
This isn't a temptation
This is like a silent waterfall.

It runs deep in my soul.
My bones dance
as my soul vibrates.

Chief, kindly carry me
to the Light of all this.
So, I can understand.

Oh, this isn't all in my head.
Just can't be.
Take a good look around.

Look at this illusion called life.
It's life...
just as it's beyond.

There's only embracing the truth.
This is but a piece of the puzzle.
Why put on a muzzle?