Sunday, December 20, 2015

Free Verse

Abandon naivety
The way to love is to own
Owning these experiences
Holding on to your histories
There is no value in whitewash
There is promise in your wickedness
And, there is a lesson in your indecencies
Real connection relies on our rawness

Monday, November 30, 2015

It Was a Mighty Wind This Morning

I have always yearned
for morning and its lessons.
There is an ease and a triumph
that lay waiting for those who wake,
for all who open and bare all for a glimpse
of God and her mighty choices, voices.
Who is this person devoid of reason,
yet living in season? It's perennial
but the world still spins manic.
When was the last time
you left to feel
the morning?

Sunday, November 29, 2015

I Didn't Reread It

I was young there
In the sand and the morning
Bathed in gold and self awareness
I was timeless
As the tide comes so uncontrollably
Every wave with its historys
I was vast
And quite endless it would seem
Setting no limit on my eyes
I was lost
Knowing not the role to play
Understanding witness and participant
There in a prehistoric moment
I was more
               than one

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

To Our Refugees

I'll let you in
From the world when its cold
Taking all of your young and even your old
It's because I have been there
In the wind, I've been blown
Pain, joy, and tears
That's a life I have known
Come in
Come off out that road
There are many a sights and lights to behold
When you're out there and searching
And you're too tired to roam
I'll be smiling and crying and welcoming
you home
Maybe that understanding you never have known
You'll know
I'll let you in

Thursday, November 5, 2015


Say nothing.
I have said the prayer
of salvation. And, I am in need
of only your silent eyes.
Say nothing
more to me of roses and red
fruits. Words will only sour our
understanding of this harvest.
Say nothing
and never utter that apologetic
watered down dessert. You serve
to only complete me in the solid.
Say nothing,
because that is credible and
truthful. Words will never be
held like this body. And you are
ardent with your hands.
Say nothing
more than what I can experience
in pain and in comfort. We agree only
in our sensations. Don't forget
to speak to me
and say nothing.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Coffee and Eggs

Am I sick or relatable
Animal or criminal
If sainthood's a fairytale
Does that make me justifiable
I'm here
I'm pliable
Ready for Christ to speak
But only where it's audible
For him to say I'm understandable
Not terrible
Go on
You're fine
You're not the one liable
I'm calm
I'm low
And it's all been survivable
It's possible
I'm valuable

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Develop Too

The mornings are fine.
I can wake contently,
perhaps with relief
for the strength to do
one more day. I can push
those dreams into
their space, unheard again.
The mornings are fine.
I drink coffee ardently,
perhaps in search of
a new idea or potential
or an interpretation of
The evenings are hard,
sitting by that window
looking over and over again
out into the stillness.
It's the silence when
you hear the loudness
of unrequited hopefulness.
The evenings are hard.
I sip bourbon slow,
wondering why
I like the sting. Knowing
myself too much, I try
to reestablish
what I know,
who I know.

Saturday, October 3, 2015


Everything lost is
found. You are
never in control
of how high the moon
has been. Nature is and
will come at last
and too soon.

Monday, September 21, 2015


We sat
together reminiscing the fire,
sitting in the smoke. You could die
never looking into the dark forrest
beyond your feet. But don't go
caring about the blackness. It's heavy,
living up against the unknown, but listen,
I haven't seen God since they told me how
he looked exactly. You write your own way
to heaven. Do you know how you'll get
peace in a world of fortune telling? Give
it free of anticipation. And look for
it with rich adoration and independence.
Independence, crucial independence.

Monday, September 7, 2015


There is no such thing as broken hearts
You're holding on to unfinished starts
The fairytale is compromised
The fairytale is compromise
Don't value prospect and future
We all blush at a well dressed suitor
All we are is how we can behave
And they'll speak on this just at the grave
Don't be wary of the ending

Monday, August 31, 2015


In these words is me
caN't believe in what you don't see
these eyes do The speaking
your mouth is recEding
remember the souNd of my laughter
is it afTer
there was tIme together
when we savOred one another
do you get the poiNt now
you believe what you allow

Tuesday, August 18, 2015


I see you
Standing in your madness
Having no other words to say
But that I appreciate your sadness
That I realize what that is
I see you
You're cutting at your hair
It's anger you keep sending out
But on the inside it's just fear
I'm near
I see you
And everything you've been
No need to apply your face
I'm in awe of just your skin
It's not too late to look around
To understand and win
I see you

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Eye Contact

Our honesty, rarely comes free
of a journey to unveil it. Go on
and open up. You're holding water
in your hand. And, isn't that a burden
and a choice to bare all of this, to
become bare in all of this. It's refreshing,
that cold, wet truth seeping through
your fingers. Beware of how you use
your affinity to language. Don't hide in
a maze of words. There's no joy in
a castle built on air and misinterpretation.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

In the Dead of Night

I buried you in my dream today
Said goodbye in every way
Mourned you longingly in the wind
Straining for words that you might say
You didn't whisper, we didn't play
No last minute punches for you to pay
And I could feel it pushing on my chest
Every pound that you did weigh
But then I woke to you just as cold
Only knowing what I am told
I wonder if you wonder to
Is this our souls just getting old
Is this life bought and sold

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

When You Need It

You are
significant to me.
But, no glory do I see.
It's your rawness and your real
that pauses me to see
you. I have
time to watch and scan.
Never know what trick
you have holding in your hand.
It is the ego in command,
sacrifice it to understand
me. You have
a laugh inside your head
and I've been dancing all night
just to see if it will spread.
We've been planting,
now we're lying
hold me closer in this bed.
You are
significant for me.
But, no glory do I need.
Just be open and be close
when the world sets out to bleed.
Be freed and be free,
but know,
you are significant
to me.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

With Love I am Emancipated

You are that bird set on the roof
The one I've never reached
You are aflutter, you are aloof
But it is you I have beseeched

I whistled to you mournfully
And you have nay reply
But to live your life with fervency
As you leap into the sky

This feeling is a piece of art
But you will not be nailed
You give to me your beating heart
But will not keep it jailed

Friday, May 22, 2015


What does it mean
to go slowly? Does it go
somewhere into seclusion?
These radio men
never relinquish our beating
hearts, or where it is
we take them. They give to us
our time and place. But here
I am
on the edge of something
natural, and between us,
this silence and me,
the feeling is mutual.

Monday, February 16, 2015


I don't understand
God. I am
unsure where it is,
Heaven. I'm here
drinking and laughing with
You. And, I feel
as if this present feeling is
Eternity. Now,
let's not worry for nothing.

Monday, February 2, 2015


You taste like last night's
wine. It's sweet and old
this connection we're drinking.
How long is your patient
smirk, when you're right and
you know it? I watch you
all night, through the others
wondering how long
it last. This love
bubbles red in my cheeks,
and I grow warm. Feeling myself
getting bold, I open
my mouth and breath in. You
make the air seem muggy and
building. To what tempature
will we melt away?

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Dreams of You

You were in my dreams,
long ago, before
I knew what you were,
before I knew of sacrifice,
way before I understood
the great struggle of love.
There you were,
all your trembling attributes
playing through my youthful
mind. You encompass it,
all the hopes and temptations
and mornings alone.
You're the perfect man,
with all your mistakes and
blushed cheeks. Don't change
your sight of this world
or me, please.

Monday, January 12, 2015

Time Holds Tightly

We don't have tomorrow
At least not clearly
Your smell changes so fast
I hold you dearly
Could never have known you
Our time goes blury
This is a current love
And it taste sweetly
I like to dance with you
The world spins quickly
Will you hold onto me
I grab back fiercely
I haven't checked the clock
But time holds tightly