The Void

•February 2, 2010 • 3 Comments

 

What fell from my ear _
A light moving its shadow
that sways and dance
along a soft green bed
of soft strong leaves
scattering like children
a  thousand feet
shaking the ground
while my head on the earth
the gift of a welcoming death –
The unreflected eye that
doesn’t see a thing
in the glow of the evening sun
careless of the void
that’s left –
that sick tingling feeeling
of everything

Aikido Acrobatics

•May 13, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Throwing yourself away doesn’t promote honest waza and isn’t true ukemi, and so, isn’t honest aikido. Great article!

Aikido Acrobatics.

In Limbo

•August 12, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The sky unfolds its light
down an empty hallway
Its movements fixed
its’ blank space cracked
Limbo appears – a dream
of the dead longing for
resurrection
their timeless loop
a chord sustaining.
All this while I aged –
entering the world from
the wells bottom

Tao and Silence

•August 12, 2013 • 1 Comment

Silence is the breath
we listen, as hoping
it shows us the way

Lost & Found

•July 15, 2013 • Leave a Comment

A memory in isolation
a wall of stillborn thoughts
seeking expression
and finding none

Closing

•July 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Heart bursting
as tears
on aching feet
finds solace
Peace a fine straight line

Crash

•July 13, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Crash Crash
Boom, Burn
Leaves me Mangled
Leaves me Torn.

A Perfect Stillness

•July 12, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The perfect stillness,
the rush

that approaches

the perfect kiss
the perfect death

the wish that
anticipates the hope
the final rescue

the perfect stillness

Summer Thunder

•July 12, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Thunder takes its breath
as dead space fill the void
Fireflies awake

Balm

•July 3, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Vodka pills – the rope
of sleep around my neck
Summer nights that numbs me
Of the days worries –
the divisions I feel
Of conscious stunned
and shaky,
spent still in the emptiness
of the nights chaos
slowly dissolving, as safe now I lie
and sink – and if I die before I wake
pray my soul comforting embrace –
Pills for the throes, the woes
the rattle in my soul
my song of joy.

Possessions

•July 3, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I’m
all my possessions
terribly extracted
each separated
and processed
Packaged and sold
to clean houses
and feed cats.