i see a bluegrass show in your future....

leftover salmon tonight!
Baby Hold On, Leftover Salmon

Igor.

Met an old man and a horse yesterday afternoon by the creek. Evacuated due to yet another fire rolling through the canyon, we talked for hours and sought refuge in the recognition of connectedness in our counterpoints. In Tarot talk, I have drawn the knight of pentacles; this well-to-do soul has rid me of uncertainty.

darkstar

shadows gather like bats
in the steep hollow of her
collarbone.

barebodied and shining
she snaps,

dropping like a dark star
sick sweet like old roses
on a breeze

him.

he came to me like peter pan at my window
and said evolve.

healing hands, i fell deeply

forgiveness

today i am calling on the wind to bring in forgiveness

drought.

have I ran dry
if so... where did I run to?

he makes me hear music in a whole new way

back when

back when
every fortune cookie
meant him.

and every song
meant her.

those were the times of the canyon

once, twice

Once you held my face between your
palms,
"unbelievable" you breathed. Twice
the melted candle.
always wax;
sometimes wane
and a frozen face
its not the same tonight,
its wait

some photo booth lovin

he said, her shadow was enough to bring out the sun

erin

come lay down at the edge

you.

You are my release, my natural high, and I never wanna come down

a chemical reaction whenever I see you-

you shake the depths of me

you have taken my innocence,

though i'd gladly hand it over- anytime, anywhere

paul simon; how i feel

someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire

tender, awkward love

between secret glances

and swimming thoughts

she sleep safely,

knowing he is hers, but

more importantly- she is us.

she breathes deeply,

effortlessly.

thinking their chests rise and fall 

in sync- throats at equal

levels head cocked to the side

reality, his steel hands, 

has not applied himself yet.

she has not learned his power,

nor has she shed her

intentions unto him

but sooner or later,

it will engulf them.

and once again,

they will be left to themselves

riders ravers constant freakers

WE are the pleasure seekers
conscious tweakers
riders, ravers, constant freakers
stash keepers
empty geekers
and in solitude the secret weepers...

j. asher

and he could pass his time

'round some other line

but you know he chose this place 

beside her

rambling notions

gods sounds
         inner voices that bring life to complete stop
too; where life starts

vibrations
         resonate, upon entering
the physical body is
chaotic unwholesome energy


this planet
      electrifies
dis-ease


so

fill a space with gods light, not ours

but always remember your golden shadow

the light collective

1) We are all One.

2) We are eternal beings.

3) All things are created by our thoughts.

4) All things are activated by our emotions.

5) There are only two emotions, Love and Fear.

6) Choose Love. Love is the most efficient activator.

7) Time is an illusion.

8) You are Responsible

salvador

surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what is shackles limiting our vision.

salvador dali

flower a day + rubber cement

all you long for will
lie curled in your palm
if you lay yourself
open and
s u r r e n d e r
to
the

shape of things.

a peek...

at my sketchbook

 "it is the mark of an educated mind to entertain a thought without accepting it" Aristotle

old man and the lilac

mama

A snapshot of my giver of life

Here I cannot tell if its genuine or posed,

But one or the other this is ephemeral perfection

Ascending.

Confined to a golden frame

This hand, lit up against the commons

offers a crystal tray

This hand, lit up against the commons

Offers a crystal life

Supports a golden child

The skin is known

A canvas of ridged light

M.P.

as we work to uncover
the anatomy of a Fern
it already knows
its own sequence of growing.

faces in the trees laugh, knowing

You Have Within You A Babel of Cultures

I

A tower of contradiction

A brick for stone

cold confusion

One a brick of fear, on

Top of that is anger, cemented

Rock by rock

II

an elaborate system but

you lay victim to crumbled stone

III

Once I knew

Or once I thought.

Austin claimed you can never know anything. For this

Great philosopher, I reinvent myself daily.

IV

Danger like the rain

To mudbricks exposed

Is assumption

V

And so you circumvent

Break bricks of reason

Deny.

Deny.

Accept.

You are unbending, instead

You build upon yourself

A brick for rock

hard resolve

one a brick of valor, on

top of that is compassion, cemented.

Rock by rock

A tower of contradiction.

VI

Cracked and split

How much weight

Can your foundation hold?

VII

Autonomy refers to selfish claim

Your Babel a self infliction

Your God a selfish God

Intrinsically, self-destructive.

VIII

In the fertile plain

The Euphrates tell of broken bricks.

And

This is all that remains.

orian

We see The Hunter from my deck

Arched across the northern sky

Recognize the ancient wisdom

Reaches to attack

Taurean rage

Be hindered

Where Stars are born

wheel

Time Dancer, goddess of the cosmic wheel

art garfunkel

                      somewhere along the way

i got inspired...

and never looked back.