In the Dim

In the dim I see the best

No outdoor/indoor distractions fetch my catch

Of my eye

The eye. That dissolving, vulnerable, give-away part of me where I can't hide

From my past, present or future

So I glide; on His wings

My friend above

He's got my back

He's in love.

Bar

There was always so much placid; sopping time in between the notes

The stillness became sadness

Then spring came and summer and rendezvous

Time supersedes reality in the climaxes of the soul

That hand is not his or hers but moves just the same

around and around...

The contiuum is not reality based

The alarm goes off; the snooze button is pushed

Like multiple orgasms

and goodbye baby translates into-

You'll never see me again

Line

It starts with a line

A line of some kind

Prayin' become mine

You're looking' just fine

What's your available time?

Can't keep up with my rhyme

Oh, that's my crime

My jailor is me

I intimidate through art

Makes my old man fart

It's a lovely gross.

I just wait for a king...from Winter to Spring

Rox

Was this strength a slit apart's curse?

She felt like she could conquer oceans

It scared the mates; frightened the crew

What she hated was they still wanted to screw

And throw her off the plank

Because she made them feel blank

Still getting a piece

The girl lacked her peace

Hello

It was in the imprint of hello and the tearing of goodbye

My eyes given the sight of you leaves me with a high

It's in the drying of the tears of my eye

It comes out in my art; out of my soul

No matter what the reality of the mess was

It became a glorious work of art without my authority

Glory be.

Beat the Sun

The cold wrings me out

Reminds me of bones

Stripped and shaking

I know a change will come

In the air, the trees, the birds and the bees

Time is the conductor in this orchestra of life

The seasons a continuous metaphor

For all of life's strife

Nature's Prince

Earthly delights caress my feet as I trod this path...

Sunlight enters my face

I find God.  We talk.

A creek bubbles pass; dancing in between ferns

A bridge fills my gap

I have found my prince charming not in tall dark and handsome

But in the tall pine trees

Songz

You ever think the best music is silence?

A relief from some catastrophe that shows us how to live.

What about our roots grown deep?

Listen trees; what are your roots telling you?

Come to the water

Come to the fire

Feel the wind

Come to the forest

Return to me; Return to me is my plea