OCTOBER
2010
NOVEMBER
2009
Flowers in the dawn
remind me of your beauty
and my heart is lost.
Lonely nights again.
My thoughts are of you again.
A lover’s full moon.
Cracking mirrors reflect
A million images
Choose the one you like
The breeze passes by
and I want to be a kite
passing in the breeze.
And I do not feel;
No sadness remains behind
in the morning’s glow.
SWEET MEMORY
Tonight the soft heart
recalls a sweet memory.
The moon filled visions
brings the past current
as we stood in our silence
by the waterfall.
All day we listened
to the sound of the falling,
knowing our love frail.
We walked separate ways.
Smiling we release our hands.
You are a sweet memory.
LOST DREAMS
Dreams lost
in the twilight glow
flow to another realm
where they blossom
into a beautiful flower
that brings a smile
to the mother’s lips
as the child offers
the flower to her.
POSSIBILITIES
The elves began the climb
away from man,
taking with them their magic.
Dragons then took to the air
leaving man
walking empty across a land.
Man grabbed the exact science
thinking logically,
excluding all possibilities.
CHOICE AGAIN
I turn my head and look away,
not wanting to see
the Lord's chaos and confusion
coming down the way.
Let's go out and play;
Satan's still harvesting the gains
of his moment's glory
when we were there amongst the fall
laughing as we picked growing fruit.
In a moment revealed
we stopped and covered ourselves
and we surely knew
the choice must be made again.
SHADOWS
Shadows cast themselves;
we merge in gray
past enchantments.
Shadows are not real.
We were lead astray
from black and white
Shadows fade away
and we walk forward into the
forgetfulness of darkness.
DECEMBER
2009
The cold north wind blows
the snow into swirly movements
as the sun departs.
In silent moments
with our fleshy hands clasping,
the moon erupts full.
My mind quivered,
only the touch of your hand.
Your heart is warming.
In the forest glen
the silence of twilight
captured by the moon.
Where is my life mate?
Another soul that is lost
as the rainbow fades.
REVENGE DOES NOT WORK
In the morning sun the fairy watched
the forest disappear,
gobble by greed.
Tears do not restart
the growth of a small forest.
Centuries are gone.
In the expected storm the fairy watches
the humans scramble,
gobbled by greed.
Revenge does not work
as tears continue to fall.
The forest is gone.
BESIDE THE EXPECTED DOOR
I opened the hidden tunnel
and curiously looked inside,
cautiously ready to take a dive
if the situation looked inviting
when someone kicked me from behind.
Head first into the great unknown
In a desperate attempt to regain balance
I press my hands into the passing walls
loosening dirt and sliding ever faster
as gravity takes command of the situation.
Still descending into the hopeless spiral
I release my hands and call for the calm,
closing my eyes, meditating on the obscure.
The slowing begins with the light found at center,
and taking the light between my calmed fingers
I begin weaving a fixed pattern of expectation.
The colors that I want to see become fastened
in ever chaotic patterns as I weave the abyss.
I slow myself and stop beside the expected door
and slowly open the door while opening my eyes.
CHOOSING SCIENCE
In an older lost moment of time
when man remained a still thought,
Magic walked across the quiet land
giving birth to the mystical paths.
Enchanted paths
sparkled in a new dawn’s hazy glow
beckoning the way for the enchanted.
The elves gathered their unicorns,
made their way down the right path.
The dragon, seeing the unicorns go,
follow, turn left, lost their prey.
Enchanted paths
are still sparking in the flow of another day
confusing man, who with realization chooses science.
YOU AND MY HEART
In my heart a burning
ignited by the charm of your smile.
In my heart a churning
swirled delicately by your essence.
In the morning bright
the first moment of your face
a beautiful day.
Now my thoughts are dreaming
thinking of you for all the while.
No thought inside of scheming,
standing awed within your presence.
In my heart I write
thoughts to you to slow the pace
here in the noon’s haze.
Now my heart is beating
floating softly in an unfamiliar trial.
Now my thoughts creating,
tumbling, then charmed by your radiance.
Sunsets golden sight
Earth Mother’s beautiful face
you brighten my day.
STANDING NEXT TO YOU
My heart inside yearns for you;
my body wants to feel your touch.
I am not sure where I am
in the moments I want you
standing next to me for eternity.
My heart flutters at your thought;
my mind empties at your touch.
I am not sure what I see
in the moments I see you
standing next to me for eternity.
My heart spends time in dreaming
while my mind is sleeping inside.
I am not sure what I dream
in the moments dreaming you
standing next to me for eternity.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
MELE KALIKIMAKA
HAPPY NEW YEAR
HAU’OLI MAKAHIKI HOU
The child and the star,
images within our souls;
Shepherds heard trumpets.
Another new year
greeting us as we awake
seeking happiness
Children wait to hear
sleigh bells ringing on reindeers;
Santa is coming.
SEPTEMBER
2010
Took a knife in hand
in a moment of madness;
lost my soul in death.
Harmony today
does not exist as we push.
Where is the magic?
Darkness surrounds light;
the pathways fade in and out,
waters rushing in.
The Lord understands
the weakness of His humans.
My soul has been sold.
Will you be my bitch?
I am the wolf lost to heat.
Moon rises laughing.
LAUGHING ONCE AGAIN
I can offer no reward in life
to one who has my heart's desire.
I can only offer a life in love
to one who has my heart's desire.
Beneath the trees
I lie and wait the morning,
laughing once again.
REMAINS
My Lord is watching and He knows
we cannot have our desired peace
until we acknowledge him inside
and we ignore his growing wrath
as we go chasing the materials.
My Lord, we are innocent in materials
as we go stocking our larders fuller
in these times that test your spirit.
While we understand your growing wrath
at our lives, we have no wish to see.
My Lord remained angry after sending his son
to walk within the world and give the word
but we only killed and ignored the child
while collecting more bills with payment due.
My Lord remains watching and remains knowing.
THERE IS
There's a sadness in the air
as the elf stands at the river's edge
looking for water to quench his thirst
as he searches the way across the land.
There's a sadness in the water
as the elf slowly bends down to drink
the water that has been contaminated
by the humans who are still expanding.
There is a deep sigh surrounding
events as they conclude within ill moments.
The marooned elf hurriedly flees lost lands
while a moon rises and shows a far path.
IMAGES AND INSTANCES
The instances are passing through the sun
gently floating down and then surrounding
the images moving upon a spherical island.
Some images on the ground gather instances,
numbering and giving names, finally events;
others leap into, then change the instance.
The instances in all ways continue passing
floating down and surrounding, then fleeing
the images moving upon our spherical island.
IT ENDS
My heart inspired by your visions leaps
and dances, frolics beneath the full moon.
My wit’s empty singing a lovely tune
about how my love is yours to keep.
A well lite moon proceeds across the sky
announcing again the birth of our love,
falls in the west. I remain in the grove
my voice silent. My heart a butterfly
in flight seeking every way to be out
And dance across the wind’s blowing breeze
Inhaling the fragences in the winds.
Discovered only love floating about,
Returns inspired and with a gentle squeeze
Cries for the love and the moment it ends
It's the common world
I love; endless nights in dreams
of a moon's blessing.
The dragon is slain
while cursed lifes play out to end,
treacherous waters.
Walk on the image.
Dance upon the golden glows.
Weeds cling for their life.
In hours of darkness
demons searching for your soul
and let there be light.
Will miss your laughter.
Your survey of what should be.
Only love is left.
DARK HARVEST MOON
A harvest moon is rising
on the fields of dust.
The valley's water's weak;
wind whips fine particles
into faces turned skyward
pelting same; then eyes tear,
heads shake and hearts sigh
as the harvest moon turns dark,
is covered in dirt, then gone.
NEXT
Laughter is needed in the hollow halls.
The king and the queen are demented
proclaiming doors are to be cemented,
shouting at peasants for higher walls.
These turbulent times need turbulent action.
The royal magician calls forth his specter
then carefully calculates the needed vector
to perform on self the needed abstraction.
The knights in armor drawn wait upon the gates;
the fool besides the king hears the laughter
from his king, feels his doubts on hereafter,
then doubts the need of his services, yet waits.
With the needed hand motions the magician abdicated,
laughing as he stepped through the called upon door
without looking back; he was part of the folklore.
Looking forward into the next sphere to be created..
ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF INDECISION
It was. It wasn't.
I haven't yet decided
on my hallucination.
What specifically was meant
when the black caterpillar
ate the silver butterfly
and turned into solid gold?
Not knowing what to do
I scooped it from the floor
and mounted it on the wall.
Now just a curiosity piece
of my hallucination.
I haven't yet decided.
It was. It wasn't.
SEARCHING
Elfin dreams are ever mine
as in the night I stand beside the mushroom ring
waiting for the elfin dance.
Inside the circle, elfin voices are heard to sing.
Voices calling to the mind
as tiny feet begin to dance.
Lost souls talk in trance
never been one to find
as I keep wandering, searching for the spring.
ON OBTAINING GOD
Do we cross deserts
where sands blow endlessly
red?
Dried blood, a battle here
in ages lost to reckoning
as sorcerers fade from sight.
Gone
and now is science teaching
the empty paths in our waking
carefully guided by silent rules?
Lost
is the soul as it phantoms
the bottom, then seeking salvation
calling to all the various names.
God
laughs and dips the duped soul
in the oceans of fire that purify
each thought and the individual
lost.
