2004Jan25 (Poem)

Memories of Arizona
[Native American Flute]

Solemnity
Torporous silence
Breaks away from solidity
Becomes flightful
In a sound that reflects the echo
The void
The vessel of music
Sparable being

2004Jan27 (Poem)
Tuesday

Appreciation
Something broke tonight.
The thinly veiled lie
Concealed behind her tambourine smile,
Flashed a bolt of truth, and died.
Revealed by a syrum of pride,
Alcoholic echoed screams,
Pretense filled with stilted words,
And too many unfulfilled dreams.

Baby can’t scream so loud
Baby’s trying
Baby’s crying
Baby’s hitting tonight

2004Jan28 (Poem)

Empty promise of rest
In a tipped over bottle
Washed out, washed over
Rain floods as a door slams
Unclean like a puddle
Of fresh blood blown through the screen
And there was no value anywhere
But for the substance of worthlessness
Not much left to share

[Finish later]

2004Jan29
Thursday

Rumors and reputations
Kind glance, contemplative stare
The events of last night
Still cause my soul to recoil
I am not lost this morning
In my deviated routine
Different place, different coffee
Same notebook and pen
I am home
Trepedatious and tenuous
Like a sprout newly born
Delicate, maybe frail
But firmly planted
How do I appear?
Thematic changes
No longer willing to dare
Dramatic chances
For a pittance
Life is not that short
My path is not so narrow
Broad swatch of fabric
Woven from the same thread
Knowingly placed above, shading
Showing nothing but a contoured shadow
A blob of being reflected
In some reversed echo
Emanating from my head
But my vision is clearing
And fear itself is as trivial
As it is impersonal

2004Feb13 (Poem)
Friday

It’s autonomic
Non-egocentric
There’s a pulse
To be found
In the spacing of the text
A letter has more than one location
Or it would just be a design
And that spiral beat
Is like a photograph
Of a thousand words
Now with twice as many syllables
Meaning out of control
And intent veiled by language

It’s limitation
And liberation
There’s a gift
To be taken
From the hollow, empty nest
A feather made of so many fibers
Could not be reduced to a name
With each varied line
Responsive to recomposure
In an infinite many
Forming groups and then reforming
Movement appreciated
Flight itself confounds explanation

It’s a rhythm
And an emotion
To satisfy
One’s motive
Requires a redistribution
A sound spoken should be heard

2004Mar16 (Poem)
Tuesday

Particulars….
Blurred and blended sweet nothings
Rearing and ready to bite
Hollow core, solid feel
Gives way to an anticlimactic release –
Several meaningless lies were told out of hope
(And an unspoken hopelessness).

2004Apr18 (Poem)
Sunday
Mixed blessings with the computer –
Transition time with writing and life….
Just beginning to understand (see) some of my rhythms and cycles….
Streamlining, organizing.

Today’s thought: Emotions are the evolution of love.

Whose heart feels me….
Being in thought, action and deed
Love sleeps in a quiet breath –
No need for words,
No thoughts of death
Beauty survives all conflict
As light meets my eyes
In a nourishing glance
I feel you, silently
Movements of emotion
Form this life’s dance
And I write now
In honor of your presence

2004Jun~~ (Poems)

Interruption
To sever the ties that bind
To break the chain
To destroy a link or bond

Security
Unfettered
Discretion

Leticia
I love you forever
Dear God, I pray we’re together again.

Forever Love

Block of self indulgence
Love and lovers;
Sex and intimate touch;
Regard, respect, honor, and trust….
And what of the question of commitment?
Promises
Vows
Quests and missions
Guarantees
Of security – money
Home is a place to fuck
Revel
Safety
Solace and comfort
[margin: Self-indulging in]
Surrogate women
Sun-tan, ultraviolet
Artificial heat –
Doesn’t matter the cost
Cheap or free

Renown, infamous, notorious
For particularly sultry promiscuity

Unspeakable taboos
Should go without saying
But are the talk of the town
Hardest to keep the best secrets
Solitude’s only problem is loneliness
Good sex requires intercourse
Even just a temporary tie

2004Jul10 (Poem)
[no date, approximate]

Narcissus
Kisses trail down like rain
Heavy fall of lightening
No spark – no piercing the veil
Touch like cold steel
Left in the sun
Under falling rocks
It was near a sign that read
‘Slippery when wet’
Tasting old books
Or washing clean pans
Might suffice on a grey day
Bit there’s a call of certainty
To borders impossible to cross…today
Futile but undefeated
Remains the shore that yearns
To overcome the water
Even as the brightness
Comes without surprise at noon
And the fabric, vivid as it was
Lies like a heap of rags now
The fence posts are stacked
And the garden needs no help to grow
Without dreams or reflections
There are still ripples in the pool
Still fruit and butterflies
No harm – no foul
Revealing a myth doesn’t hurt at all
And nearby, saddened, is a flower
Still but so beautiful

2004Jul13 (Poem)

White water
White noise
White light

Shredded from oneness
Void – like tears or rips
Whistle pressure imploding
Turbulence and separation
Sound from silence
Release of attrition