Thanks Walter

You are with me and I will be with you always.
As the flood of blood fills my heart
Despite the distance we're apart
The emotions rise right to my eyes
And the streams of feelings run warmly down my cheeks
I think of you and feel you near
Inside my heart and with me here
The love and joy you bring
Through the silence make my ears ring
And I wish I could just hold you close
To my chest
To lay me down to rest
My heart peaks and yearns to burst
For the one my heart holds first

Launch

It's because there's something ahead
The horizon screams in sunset red
Bursting as the day has had its say
And the night promises dreams of good things to come
We all ask for inspiration
For some driver of our action
Like the first clap of a round of applause
That thunders the opening of the music hall
Like that meaningful moment
That lends pause
And we really see that sunset for its entire majestic beauty

That first step
Taken without trepidation
Launches the initial momentum to carry us forward
Into the dreamscape that had been dreamt for us
That we conspire to let take us into the wonder of this life
And beyond

Count them: Inscape

Count them

They are many

Many many many

Blessings

Or have you forgotten?

You could see them so clearly

Gifts of the Father

Love of the Mother

They filled you up

With protection

Surrender to their shelter

Space to maneuver

And wriggle about in the wonders of life and all of its majesty

Those invisible hands are still ever present

Though you count solely on yourself

You miss the love they afford you

You're quiet escape into yourself

Has left you lonely and abandoned by your own hand. 

Protectionism is an island, 

which no man can inhabit

Fear and loathe not

Sip of her warm cup

Let yourself be swallowed up by her Sea

Someone please remind me

To count them

August 2012

Weaker

You claim to have come for the challenge
But you stand there in proverbial hands up in defeat
Can you really say you gave it a go?
Did you fight the complacency,
Your usual routine--
Or were you just pretending to be hard and mean?

You perpetually play the victim
And you go patting yourself on the back when you assert
It doesn't come
Natural to you
To see inadequacy
Your flaws stand before you
(Invisibly, too blind to see)

Wallow you will
Swallow your pill
It's always hit or miss
A slap or a kiss
Play it down
There's no need to bring on the tears of a clown

Get moving

August 2012

Fed up

Full, 
Fed up 
This bloated,
Weighed down
Nasty feeling
Underwhelmed by most everything

Flavorless
Locked to my bed
Saying shit underneath my breath
It's all in my head

Faded colours
Pale face
Break it all
Nothing can replace
My mouth crumbles
Teeth fall
Drunken stumbles
Need a car chase
Need a crashing car chase

(Inspired by Paranoid Android - Radio Head)
August 2012

Morning glow before the rooster's crow

As sunlight sneaks in through the hotel curtain
Another day, a new place means an adventure is certain
A quick rise and refresh
a splash of water and I dress
A quick question of the concierge to ask
And the day's adventure begins with a task
He was leathered and deeply sunned, kind but unsmiling
The sort of man you could trust for more than just styling
As his hands--darting around my face without sparing a
thought--smelled distinctly of the morning's second cigarette
He cut, shaved, trimmed and groomed and even gave me his tea without regret
As the day just outside the open sidewalk barber shop got underway
The shops continued to open, school buses passed and my mind began to stray
To the beauty of informality and the flow of sounds and dust rising as people about their business go
All within the orange hue of the morning still just before the rooster's crow

Where to

Is there a plan?
Have you been watching the news?
They've surrounded the building
and there's no way out
of this murky place

If I look up I can see the clouds breaking
and on the ground the horses gallop in a mad rush
to that place the eye can see no more
well beyond my understanding
and where my controls won't let me go

If I look up I can see the snow falling 

and everyone is watching from the safety lines
where the transgressors are hidden behind the curtain
for our failures are always certain
though I meant you no harm

Is there a plan?
Have you been feeling the blues?
They've left the building
and there's no one left here (but me)

I assume there'll be some sort of rescue, but
Call off the search party
Call on the immaculate and the holy
Looking out for some other way to see (me)

Stage fright

She twists in discomfort
The spotlight falling on her that much more hot
The crowd's eye eager for a performance she cannot render
Blind
And the shock wave of the hurricane butterfly in her belly
Sickens her to the pit
We're waiting, we're watching
Like the perverse who will not let it go
We want what we came for
And we'll even ask for more

Dizziness diffuses
She does discomfort no justice
The light becomes her saviour
Staring
Blind
And the others vanish in the hue
Of white light
Spotlight
I'm alright
Not that you ever cared to know
Dizzy spell winds its way upward
To lightness of head and tremors of little hands
That adjust each quake into well trained gestures
And as she begins she wipes away all their sins
For they are
No more
No less
No longer
A mess to make right
To give sight
It's just her and her music
And the light

It's just what I do

It's just what I do
To watch you smile
In that naked sort of way
In such earnest
To see the steam
Rise in white streams into the cool air
At an outdoor cafe
In Paris

It's just what you do
To playfully don your femininity
In that graceful kind of way
In such modest assuredness
To feel the string between us tug
At our curiosity and simple wonder
In Paris

City creature

The city is a a different creature these days

Having shed her winter coat

She's almost unrecognizable to me

Though she intrigues me still

I woke to the thought of you

Smiled and got on with starting my day

While I know you are deep in slumber

I wonder what you dream about

And how all our dreams play a role in our waking lives

I have been reading a lot this week

Of civilization and the philosophers' ideas 

I hear my own hopes echo in some of their words

I am given into moments of seeing bigger pictures

Of realizing that most of what I know is still conditioned, socialized and not entirely my own pure thought 

But this inspires me to forge my own meaning

I think of you in this context

And smile

Arrival SF

Arrival and up the escalator
The sky is bright with only a sliver missing from the moon
It's only Wednesday night but the city is alive in a quiet sort of way
Hushed conversations at little sidewalk tables over half filled beers, and wine glasses aching for more
They all look so pretty in the chaos of their vestment.
All the usual places, but the taste of something new stands out unexpectedly in times of greenback woes
But the people here heed the precarious way
There is life to be lived, places to be, stories to be shared and a city stage to be played upon
I walk the new streets shining little embedded sparklets like mini diamonds thrown about my feet
I am reminded of that which was once so everyday to my life but is now a chapter behind. No need to relive it, but I read back upon its pages to revive an ideology that set my being alive.
I am a stranger, but just the same the king of these streets. I tagged the walls here once with my story and I am comforted by the mark I have left.
I will go to see my friends now, to commune in our memories and to formulate new ones for the next free days ahead.

Te revoir

It's lovely to see you again
And your grayish sky that still brightens my senses
I walked along the main vein
And arrived to the beloved quarter that first captured my heart
I arrive this time not as a stranger
But as an acquaintance who has not visited for some time
I am happy to see you -- if even for a bit
And to mix in your smokey company,
Your cosmopolitan air and illusory charm
Hello Paris

Eudemonia

We get into our space
Cozy up to a book with a day's rain
Do not foresake what you have
And all its majesty.
It will not always remain
The wisdom will be tempted to sway
But the stop, drop and roll
Will lift it up again

We make the most of our day
In the love we give each other
In the calm, cool and care
We wear on our sleeve
A proud badge of our confidence
No need for defenses
I am a fortress to myself
Mighty happy in my humble exuberance.

Free market of life

Have I let go of my ways
Free market of life
No longer reigned in by propriety, value system or rules of social engagement
But by free market demand and reign
The weight of thinking
The weight of responsibility
I let it go
It floats away
Like a lovely balloon
Light of helium

I may regret
But not if I drink enough
It won't stick
Or hold
Or make me feel old
I can hold a lick
By the thick
Of my mistakes and consequences

But I shouldn't let go so easily
All the wisdom they passed on

Inspired by RadiohED

Who let you out of your cage?
Oh shit, my bad
I stepped into your ring
Duck and near miss.
Every time I formulate a thought
I have to watch out for the aim of your wrecking ball
every time I try to connect the dots
you come by with your ray gun to erase my thoughts
'We will not stand for your so-called madness'
But I thought I was the voice of reason?
We will not drink of your Prozac gladness
Hurry up and pass over the flask
Kitty cat with clever claws
my ideas are in shreds by their flaws
But I thought you were the voice of treason
the devil's earworm making me squirm
Caste your eyes on High
We will not reach for your big Blue sky
Someone light some incense and start the seance
and turn the hour glass to measure the fragments of an instance
and whisper your raised hush, and raise your whispered voice
An octave high to the shattered glass
we cannot pass through this Life and other ethereal spaces
not with these thickly made up stage faces--I have an idea
Hold still for the pretty wrecking ball

No matter what you expect of me

No matter what you expect to see
There's a little spell
Of show and tell
And split image of reality

You know what it means to me
And you gotta have a feeling of how it ought to be
Coloured up in a fright
Decorated in delight
That somewhere in the mix you'll find a little harmony

It's a gift for some
Though it should be a must for all
Someone bangs the drum
Standing proud and tall

It's no matter what they want to show
What really matters is what you already know
Let's take a little speedway drive
Never mind all they contrive
We've got a much better place to go

When doubt sets in

Sparks of hope coming flying
Don't let fear win
You only insult your faith
No falsity in your emotion or state of being
It's just a matter of weathering the moment and getting past the bumpy ride
The storm can't sustain eternity, it will eventually subside.

Look onto your horizon
And know without a doubt
That you'll reach the other promised side

Thank You for this day
Thankful for this day
Sprinkled with relief and comfort
Settled by reassurance, though I should never have doubted.

Honey song (inspired by PS)

It all starts with a smile
and a spark, an invitation
of the heart
Two glasses of wine
make for a fine time
and the conversation
flows like honey flows
like love--a little sticky
but a lot of sweetness
so be cautious to its crime
music mingles in the mix
and it's up with birds
you said it was hard write a song
so I thought I'd prove you wrong
I've the memories of an amnesiac cured
who's fine pen might guide his word
and through the back door
of music and the meanings
it does intend
we stumble on the fears
we should not defend
and touch, we break its barrier
the Major Minus is the temptation
I long to carry her
into honey relation

Love is like honey
so sweet, but sticky
you have to be careful
about having some
because if you don't both continue
to share its sweetness
you'll find yourself
in a sticky mess

Lightfly

We are distant
to one and the sun
we run circles
to the past
and what we've done
A little discombobulated
by the lines drawn in the sand
and the hands left in the pocket
for what you don't understand
We are one
flight and wings, the wind
brings
we are weight in the vacuum gravity
I'm as light as I want to be
and the isotope of
simplicity
I am burden
magic disappearing act
happily
You left the office light on
until I realized you never really came home
wrapped up in your polygon
right and wrong
heaven's here
...and then it's gone