31

Three and one tree that lines your street
Thirty one reasons to live out loud
Thirty one ways to adore time
Thirty one days to a month that becomes a year that fulfills a life
Thirty one nights that are remembered while sitting on a rock in central park you call your own
Thirty one suns that burn as desire awakens within
Thirty one smiles in an hour while you stand on New York City avenue and count them down
Thirty one blank faces which one smile instantly redeems
One day in thirty one days you may feel as if
Only that day matters and there is no need to think past that day
Thirty one pages in a notebook that you keep by your bed side
In case of a dream that is to be set free
Three plus one is four.. four seasons ahead
Four seasons past
Thirty and then one flaps of a seagull that is occupying a nearby beach
Freedom comes when you invite it in and embrace it in three and one ways
Thirty one is a number full of thirst, enlaced with infinite possibilities.


Written  2.21.09
For a Birthday gift

WORDS & MIRACLES

When I dawn upon a miracle in life or in a dream

I think of words to describe them to share the experience with my fellow kindred spirits

Lately I have realized that the words are not needed and the miracles are within

By simply breathing I am sharing these miracles and thus create what they inspire

To you I can bluntly say you are one miracle I stare at every day.

Not in disbelief as I believe, but in awe of the possibilities

Your love can move me to the very ends of my fingers

Your kiss can wake me from deep sleep and transcend worlds

Your skin is my meditation tool I slide down and up with my hand and feel the calmness of your being

The depth in your eyes is as a canyon I once saw in a dream and the bottom of it was fresh

water to drink, luring you into the fall so you can fly and then hit the water

Your hands are silk yet strong and I want to remain in them as a child that found a safe nest

amongst the darkness of the night

Your scent is of a still moonlit evening when you are so aware of the surrounding because they

are fresh yet very subtle, they are not overpowering but they are very present

Many of these lines were in some way and somehow communicated in the past

But I feel that in this natural way

They ring truer, more complete and full

May this circle of us tighten and thicken and round us into a ride we won't be able to forget, as

it will not end, a circle come once and come twice remains but a circle

But what a circle!

All my love and all of me.

7/18/08

Slain me now
Do not pardon me
Drag me through the dirtiest of muds
All that and more is not enough
To erase the pain
My actions have manifested
To this day
I sigh and become undone
With magic brush
I would
Believe me
Remove
I from me at that time.
5-1-08

INK & STAIN

With this pen I write myself back in Into your sphere of patience and sincere stares
The letter shapes are strong and sharp the way I may have become over a decade past
Let the words alone stand as a reminder I am now as pure in thought as I always been
With a little luck and faith I shall remain
The white canvas I bought bears no calligraphy
For I don't know any
Though I clearly see images of two swords dancing in the air and the ink there were dipped in
Leave traces of strength and truth of the legendary warriors and their steel friends
An ink stain on this page I paused, I can tell It created a shape that can both be earth and hell, moon and sun for all the thoughts to wrap all around
With this pen I write what's inside And to you
I’ve wished to say
Pick up a pen and write if you will
Pause and stare at the white areas
Then return to color for balance of the mind.
These lines may flee soon enough
But the ink and stain have taken a part and
Surrounded a moment in time.
With this pen I write myself back into your life.
5-1-08