Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Nights in White Satin

Gather your mind and body to take this out
How our spirits awaken when we sleep
During the night and the orb like moon
Stands witness to ebbing waves
On the beach of humanity,
Garden of existence,
We float further,
Tireless, baffled,
Might as well put out the light,
And rest for a day in the bright,
Sunshine which burns away
Even the most silent violent
Prison spirit.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


Friends leave - and never return
In the same dress again.
But the open garden invites
the darlings - the cloaked visitors
of tomorrow
bring light
and new fishnets
for our inflated lungs.

Saturday, September 1, 2012


How the stars darken is a mysterious charm of the universe.

In spite of ourselves we look and search
for a lantern beyond these puffs of dark matter,
and pierce with our clarity into the little room
left out for our spacious thoughts.

How clean the ground was when we met with our births,
assuming the grave was awake with littered perspiration.

In this humble womb, the heights and widths
are built in our minds, only the depth of time
is lost on us.

As we chariot our horses towards freedom
we get tangled
in the very residue of our experience.