one day ---
she walked into herself
and asked for sanctuary

lay your head
upon my heart
hear it whisper
of the light inside

seeking the hidden
by firefly light
summer pleasure

is very probable that human mouths open when we look up so aliens can insert a fishing hook much more simply

“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

a field
full of flowers
            and bugs
unzips the inner child

sharp
things long buried
    dredged from the murk

time
[ the only tool ]
available to blunt the edges

is a wonder
I can walk
carrying the weight
of all these
unsaid words

never ignore an opportunity
to turn your face
up to the sun and smile

“Courage isn't having the strength to go on - it is going on when you don't have strength.” ~ Napoleon

"Educating the mind without educating the heart is no education at all." - Aristotle

Zzzzzzzzzz...

green shoots
   slumbering
beneath white snow
   dreaming
a kaleidoscope
   of spring

friendly....

sinking in --
warm and soft
filling voids
previously unprodded

tis the season....

I enjoy gawking at christmas lights.

I figure if they don't want me to press my nose to the window --their bushes would be spikier...

fizz, fizz....

When I visualize energy filling me up, up, up -- I try to get it to build to the point where it feels like I'm shooting golden rays of joy out of my fingertips.

 

[unless I'm feeling evil-ish -- then I go for trying to get lasers to shoot out of my eyes]

To sleep, perchance to dream...

Last night I dreamed I was a sword swallower moonlighting as an origami instructor. Funny thing is I woke up with a terrible sore throat and a pillow shaped like a swan....

acrobat...

lust to love
  tumbling point
    right on the tip
           of his tongue

             
                LOVE
                  is a necessary
              building block of life
I wonder why it's not on the periodic table?

bright side....

still standing
in the silver lining

[it's shiny in here]

since we spoke....

are you finally footloose

and feline free

out of the fish bowl,

behind solid walls where

you can hang your guitars? 

guitars you stroke, caressing

their satiny curves

letting the bitterness seep

out of your joints , wearing that guitarist

 it hurts so good expression

to wring the most from the contact 

the contact that makes us human

re-enforces the certainty that there’s something

bigger; something

to hang on to 

I hope you’ve found that something

in a space molded around you

that’s just for you 

was a shock for me when

my space  evaporated  

when I got unstrung

fell off the edge –

of that looming precipice

that had been hovering over my head 

hanging on by fingertips now,

jammed up inside a too small space

back kinked, heart pinched

so very tired and

no place to stretch out  

packed away--

unhung, unsung

forgotten inside a closed case

no fingers to play me

no hands to caress my satiny curves

no essential contact to vibrate the log jam of pain,

loosen it, let it flow out, low, long and moaning

into the music of the night