She made an art
out of thinking differently
a beautiful rebel

Reality's eternal beauty

exists.

Oh yeah,
I've still got poetry

Cello foundation
married to clean vibration
of guitar's ring
fed gently  
through memory's slide show

She is my garden and I tend to her the best I can.

Art is not perfection, there will always be a flaw. Beauty does not reside in perfect placement of the elements, it exists within the observer's soul.

A moldable world
of fear and love
within yourself
you exist
apart
from the
outside

a sacred merging
between the source
and barrier
a simple dissolving
of the illusion

an essence larger
than it believes
grander,
than a thousand suns
in the skys
of the galaxy

the outside is in,
and the in
is outside

a simple breeze,
a gentle whisper
...
everything  
will
be
alright

Taste your future
on a sample platter
of thought
delicate whispers
of a soul's bride
murmur gently
into canyons
of deep  red

Pour my heart,
crack that stale jar
of callous and neglect

show me life, from your eyes
sweet spirit
of love

I sense it in your touch,
your action and tears
you're in tune
and I'm not

teach me,
white angel
how to find my soul

Crack my mind
and pour it out for you
upon a stone table
of cold gray

why try to dominate,
something so magical

Blue pools
of shimmering tide
swirl gently
upon white sand

Sun-struck scales
of coral creatures
reveal hints
of galactic beauty

Mystical explorer
of infinite
adventure

to go at it alone,
ah for in the end
alone is where
we are

find this mystery
a perplexing glance
at extraordinary
persistence

the Samurai of their
own kind

in the end,
all is you,
an all indeed
composed
of
you

find this essence,
the killer spirit
the immortal one

I play the same old songs
to hear my guitar ring
they're my friends,
I'm familiar with them

Re-emergence
decadent remembrance
of the un-dusted
mirror

fallen through a dream
into illusionary
and twisting
lines

awakened,
the sweet surfacing
of familiarity

shaken awake
by God's grace
nothing else,
only the external
influence
of the mystic

Truth was clear,
it required no intellect
or constructs of mind
present,
the divine taste remained

clarity was not building,
it was letting go,
an unraveling
ah this
nirvana

re-encourage a pursuit,
the opposite of effort
unchain and unravel
all that you know
and perhaps you
too will
catch a glimpse

Throw your ***** self
into the savior's arms

come as you are,
but make that decision

by works you are not welcome,
only by grace
that of
miraculous
gesture

She said there's a way
to cure suffering
it's that of recognition
and blossoming

a truth is
as it was,
and something
stepped
between

remember the beautiful,
and open up to it
fully

don't corrupt,
or damage
what naturally
sprouts

as a Redwood
begins as a stick,
the most giant
walked its
course

develop,
and unfold
surrender
and let go

actualization is natural,
and the only one in your way
is you

Emit radiation upon
fourteen gazelles
in time the divine
conquers
the old
now come find light
dear children,
you know not
of where
it's been

angelic frequencies
carry my fingers
from key to key

free flow heart beat
made in time

If there’s one lesson you learn,
let it be that-
Nature is not weak,
and you are nature

She took me too close
to mother nature's
flowery face
a place
of constant
birth
and
death

.

.

reflections of self,
nature is I
and I nature
at my humblest
roots

Poetry,
I say Poetry,
It's my life story

Nothing contrived or made up
it's in the graceful
and everlasting
passage of time

present complexes
of a thousand suns
we gazed across the ocean
and met with intensity

find purpose in meaning
and truth in eternity

found my way, oh
this sacred path
of dripping words

for you, I write
and for all

Attack them with text

Open your heart,
no matter the consequence

I listened to the Rasta,
the Monk
and the Buddha
I listen to Christ
and all his Angel's
I listen to the voice
of the Anima,
her glistening beauty

The elemental wisdom of the Natives,
I hear
and those from the past,
settlers,
the sailors
the children

To the teachers,
of materialist
literature

I listen to the music,
the air
and the trees

The gentle whispers of the creek,
and a blaring car alarm

Voices are plenty, and the only truth
is all
all of them, and all as one
some simple reality
behind the veil
of the many

sacred magic
of starlike
electricity
courses through
neurons
into infinite
awakening

magic, this sacred magic
gives life meaning
a combustion
and the ignition
of some holy
engine

find this truth
if you're far,
remember this calling
my dear friend

To give, to jump,
to reveal fully
and offer up
a living
sacrifice

what deeper meaning is there?

From depths of
churning blackness
into starburst
electricity

slow rising light
blossoming
into gentle
infinity

To worship the beauty
and all that's good
splendor
of delicate
electricity
and wonders
of sparkling
oceans

depths of constant
survey
and vibrations
of the higher,
for all this
that consciousness
of the
fruitful

ascend into new
plains
where the
metaphysical
is all there is
a beautiful understanding
and embracing
of your control
over reality

bring forth your new era,
one of abundance
and success
let this grace guide you
a delicate bridle
of truth

Greetings,
from the Mayan land
of sunset lava and teal water

I felt the pull,
a memory force
of gravity
upon the young
mind

a remembrance of
something simple,
kryptonite
to the stoic

delicate entrancements,
of wicked origin
a seed, a plague
a revitalizing
light

Follow your interest
your emotions and feelings
intuitions and healings
they're all there for you

The way you see others, is the way you see yourself.

Hurt is a reminder
that love is
required

Hold on,
sometimes it’s the best
we can do

finely tuned
frequencies
of vibrating
harmony

darkly tangles
of twisting emerald death  
into darkness and beyond
this endless maze

we found in fear,
there was no one to hold
our ability for connection
has faded away

I remember,
yes, I remember

I have survived
this babylon

Thank you for keeping
the music alive

I found my anima,
she wears cowboy boots

It's alright to say no,
as no is
an option
in reality
just as yes

find a flow
some rhythm
of intuition
listen to your guide
she'll lead you
home

grasp this flow
of speaking no
see where it leads,
perhaps somewhere
different
than
yes

let us walk through quartz,
my love
in the red,
sunset desert

Let me never forget
we are still on the adventure

monotonous lows
or mountainous heights

I am an outsider
who foresaw the day

the poetry changed

my spirit was sensed
in presence and stillness
a calmed version
of static reality

drifting deeper
into one vibration
a tone that carries us
away

With intricate pattern,
a darkness alive
you feel the presence
of the unknown

figure this bliss,
it is one of many
a remembrance
of touch
in this time
of plenty

devilish sensations
in a time's meaning,
you listen closer
to the pulling
force

the feminine is treasure,
the aura of angels
worshiped as one
of the few

Natural flowing
an uncovering
of the most basic
fabric

simplicity in understanding
this wisdom
of infinite dimension

uncovered the ancient
mystery
something forced into
forgetfulness

loved one,
awaken into all that is
find your nature
of heavenly
connection

forget,
dismiss
this enemy
of harshness
and concretization

vibrate,
resonant destruction
of this lying
disguise

rediscover your status,
higher than the angels

Step in tune
with the sacred music
awaken in feeling
and see your
reflection
amidst the clouds

A caribou tripping on sh-rooms

A lonely poet
casts a line
into the sea

for what is it sir,
you are fishing?  

for inspiration,
I suppose

Waves of bliss
and rain
we get met with
remembrance
of all the same

feelings,
like the wind
they permeate
the fabric
of all
we know

glimpse at the serenity
the time drops
of infinite
we've found a place
far from where
the angels reside

stillness in essence
on meaning in word,
the most powerful
capsule
of true nature

delicate soundwaves
of permanence
all that remains
is all that goes

to fight is to lose
and to surrender,
is to live

There's simplicity
in the animal
a precious essence
of purity

overly complicated
minds of
a billion
neurons
we, the evolved
obscure the
harmony
not only
externally
but within

fundamental joy
and innocence
we've fallen away
from

remember the sacred,
the child-like

keep it with you,
this remembrance
of the truest feeling

I carry deep sorrow,
for the red words I said

what hurts you dear,
eats me away inside

I've set in motion
Earth's digestion
of all that is
beautiful

.

.

.

.

my grace, my dove
my eternally burning ember

The body decays,
because the spirit has gone

Greetings,
from the land of fire

trickling soliloquy's
of a thousand suns
melting forth from the
great abyss
of distant
oblivion

The meaning of life is to feel better,
and help others do the same.