the ocean is wondrous
powerful
womb of creation
she is a spectacle all on her own
but oh…
when the sun dives into her
what colors that neither alone could make
and man holds its breath at the union
come be my sun
17 Wednesday Apr 2024
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inthe ocean is wondrous
powerful
womb of creation
she is a spectacle all on her own
but oh…
when the sun dives into her
what colors that neither alone could make
and man holds its breath at the union
come be my sun
05 Saturday Apr 2014
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inI wish I were simple
red balloons are pretty
popped they are a tragedy
ice cream loves me
and mud is fun
simple
but I am the layers of loam in the wood
a thousand colors
just in the spectrum of green
and one hundred and eighty degrees
stretching from dank earth to full bloom
the worst of times are those when I am still
but not quiet in my mind
thoughts buzz like hives moving their queen
the world’s weight on every wing
visions building mountains
where mole hills once stood
a multitude of dimensions playing hide
while my conscious mind desperately seeks
to make sense of that which fades and haunts
reality peeks from behind tree trunks
only to duck in owl holes
leaving me wondering – who
I really am and why
I must feel so much
when all I want to be
is simple
17 Monday Mar 2014
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inI can not be bought with shiny things
nor with clouded promises painted on blue
ribboned boxes and gilded trinkets will not secure me
fragrant blossoms and sweet treats will not endear me
bathe me instead in authentic words
pin them like forget-me-nots upon my skin
bring me thoughts far-fetched and freshly picked
fragrant bits of daydreams and schemes sprinkled at my feet
and when my ears are full and my brain is drunk
bring me back down to this physical plane
with hands hard against effervescent flesh
hold me, mold me until again I take shape
04 Tuesday Feb 2014
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inI lace myself in
and push myself forward
while tirelessly climbing
a horizontal line
hold my tongue
and take the microphone
to speak my mind
within this vow of silence
to be beyond reproach
is my approach to this
game without play
yet daily strive to disobey
and so wildly paint
a most brilliant me
with a thousand shades
of beige
and faithfully I am vigilant
in the overseeing
of the undoing
of what would naturally be me
11 Monday Nov 2013
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in
I trudged through a haze of my own making
wondered at my purpose and place
challenged the existence of this higher power
readjusted my heavy bags and searched for my car
glanced up as I moved through the parking lot
stopped mid-step
charcoal smudges of cirrus were smeared broad across a liquid pink sky
drawn like tilled rows of crumbled Oreos on melted rainbow sherbet
colors so ridiculously intense
bands so geometrically parallel
it could only be the nights dreamy story drawn in indigo ink
tempting the breathless sun with one last tango
jaw still gaping, breathing long since forgotten
my mind smiled reassured and then slapped my ego
yep you got skills big G
when you’re done with this display
I could really use a hug later
09 Saturday Nov 2013
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inI stand astride
a foot to either side
trying to balance the teeter
with the totter
fighting the lightness
the spirit ever curious
ever evolving
floating up
against the wicked
the delicious dark
the playful weight
wanting to go deep
why must these be
polar points
why not come to the axis
melding as one
relax us
for I’m tired of this child’s ride
20 Friday Sep 2013
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inTags
at the end of any day they will always cradle me
better yet in a tirade they will yell louder
even throw large paper clips
and stomp their tiny feet
when I might cringe at such a thing
but they know they give me strength
and if ever I’m in love
you’d think they’d scoff me
but they do not
they polish themselves up to shining
and come with buckets of sweet smelling petals
they spread wide, volumes of like feelings
petting the beloved passages and pointing
they open chests of these silly furry things
they call them warm fuzzies
they take them with big grins on their faces
and dump them on my head
all the while skipping
all the while filling my quill to bursting
all the while laying down clean white parchment
nodding in that way that they do
you know, that “go ahead” nod
as if they already know what it is
I am about to write
16 Sunday Jun 2013
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inwhen I imagine
we are nestled on a porch
banjos playing down by the fire
we sit listening
and you let me peel you
like a banana
huge strips of discovery
so sweet but not weak
inside
they play folk songs
and a guitar joins in
I let you peel me
not all this night
more like an onion
it’ll take some time
you will cry at my story
and I am sorry
but I am strong
so cut into my layers
there I will show
that we onions
turn sweet
when warmed slow
come feast on me
by the fire
I’m worth the years it takes
to get
to know