Be Here Now - Ray LaMontagne

This song really puts me at peace. BE HERE NOW.

Ryan Adams - Words

I could not agree more with this song. What are standardized tests anyway?
Its only words...

Life is Good

Night Owl

You were restless,

Like a night owl

So I let you

Fly away

Towards the silver moon

And the bright stars.

The sun:

Lethargic from the darkness

Stayed hidden behind the trees.

The evening ebbed on

The mountains tops

Of youthful yearning

And deadly desire.

I shut my eyes

And fought your dimpled grin

And the goose bumps

Forming domes on my skin.

The winter air

Wrapped its arms arround my waist

And tugged on my hair.

Like a snow angel,

I fell to the ground

Waiting for new snow flaxes

To cover the lost time.

But, the crisp air

Bit my senses

And the wake of your presence

Burned the soles of my feet.

The cayote wind hollowed

And the over cast clouds laughed

At my wishful thinking….

Two Souls (Angelina)

C'est bien!!

Inspiration Today

Some inspiration for the rest of the day....

Holly Brook - Curious

This song is beautiful. I just found it on you tube. enjoy...

My Childhood Facination

This week I went to a writers workshop.  For the prompt I had to write a poem about shoe laces and robots. 

                I stare down at my shoelaces:

               A pile of slithering snakes

                Slinking along the pavement.

               

                Looping the laces

                With careful precision

                I smile at the chaos:

                A last reminder of childhood bliss

                And the creation of coverse.

                I marvel

                At the tiny white strings:             

                The corset of my sole.

                Shoelaces are like abstract art:

                Is it a bunny rabbit

                Or a bowtie?

                               

                I sigh,

                No robot could understand

                My childhood facination

                With shoelaces...

Random Reflections

I was studying for Communications and I needed a break. So I came up with a poem to distract me.   The point is that its pure randomness. 

Slivers of the moon

Cut through the skin.

Glass eyes frozen by time

Sting the soul.  

The clock moves backward;

I take two steps forward.

Time skips a beat.

My heart wanders

To remote corridors

With blue musty curtains

Draping the windows.

Invisible rainbows

reflect gold coins in the twilight.

The taste of strawberry

Stains my taste buds

And I realize the words on my tongue

Have lost their flavor.

Divine Chaos

 

 

 

L-O-V-E

"Do you think love is a trick nature plays on us to make babies? Or do you think that it's everything:the only meaning we have to this crazy dream?"

-Feast of Love

Ryan Adams - Sweet Illusions

I love this song and the truth that it presents in any relationship. Its the inspiration for my poem No Nonsense.

No Nonsense

I followed the illusion,

And got played by time.

I rose me up like Ozymandias

And became a ruin in the desert.

Naiveté slit my throat
and left me to drown in assumption.

The piercing sting

Led me back to the reality of

Sand dunes and obsolete horizons.

Sweet Confusion and Broken Hope

Whispered nonsense in my ears.

And then I woke up.

Pictures of life

I took these pictures today with my friend at the College of Wooster. Enjoy...

You Can

You can play the guitar like B.B. King .
You  can write sugary nothings.
You can wear snake  curls on your brow line.
You can smoke the city to its death.
You can be mysterious as the night.
You can lock your stories in your heart.
You can live like your dead.

I can leave you alone.
And time can give us peace.

Hunger

Growling, gurgling, grasping,
The stomach pains for sustenance:
A sweet honey sickle,
A hot zesty chili pepper,
A ripe, succulent strawberry.

The purging passion

Plays with the aromas of yesterday’s horizon.

With hands wide open,

 It reaches for the sky.

The array of colors

Rests upon the water

And the senses

Fade into the sunset--

A masterpiece of delicous desire. 

Quiet comes

With the darkness,

And the frozen ripples of the river,

Yearning for movement.

Moonlight chuckles from above

As the silence of the evening

Is punctured by the

Hums of the humming bird

Searching for a mate. 

Starting now- Ingrid MIchaelson

Ingrid Michaelson - Everybody

Pitter Pat - Acoustic

Lovesick Mistake

Diamond Tears

Why did you come to me?

So quietly, with silent ease

At the edge of the river:

A perfect stand still:

Between the hour of death and awakening

My beloved, I’ll call you:

My silent mystery,

My horizon just out of reach,

My diamond tears lost to the moment.

You and I :

The compass and the direction,

The shoe and the path,

The heart and the passion,

The ear and the story.

Your imprint cannot fade,

Despite my wishes,

I know not how to stop

My passion, my obsession,

My broken dream…..

Thanks for the questions without answers;

The confusion without reassurance;

The labor without fruit;

The wish without grant….

Questions, Questions without answers:

Can lost love be found?

Can you heal what was never broken?

Can the eternal flow of desire
by fought?

Is life Flow or Eb?

October Leaves

Autumn leaves,

Fall onto earth’s barren bosom,

Like tired lovers

Resting upon something familiar.

Tickled by natures silent laughter,

The auburn red fades into the blue sky.

The heart is now a healthy blend of red and blue:

A perfect union of purple.

The tree and the leaves

Are a heavy pile of

Contentment and Coldness,

Love and Lust,

Sunshine and solitude,

Desire and distraction.

Enchanted by the creation,

Evolved by the color,

Ebbed by the coldness,

Fall disappears

Into the hands of winter.

Ode to Earl Grey

I sit at a coffee shop,

I-pod in ears;

Pencil in hand;

Smell of fresh shampoo in hair;

Butterflies of the morning in heart.

I sip my tea,

And think about random things:

What is the Dopler affect?

Should I become Buddist?

Is love a trick the Gods play to make babies?

Why is Earl Grey so fucking good?

Somebody’s talking to me.

I stopped listening at hello.

Something about the dryness of the small talk

Swallowed me up like a dessert.

All I need is my Earl Grey for company:

The taste of warm plastic and

Hot liquid oozing all over my tongue.

I think I’ve found Morning Bliss,

Thank you, Earl Grey.

                     

Negative Entropy

I want negative entropy:

Permeability,

Diversity and

Transiency…..

I want non-platonic love:

Authenticity,

Reality and

Truth.

I want dharma:

Balance,

Direction and

Ones fulfilled task….

I want soul:

Passion,

Sensitivity and

Feeling….

I want self conservation:

Self awareness,

Doubt,

And Questions?

Two Hands

Two hands touch:

One small, one large,

Both connected by the electricity of the air,

And the undercurrent of Mystery

Hiding in the shadow of the eye…

Two hands touch:

One warm, one cold,

Both discovered by the fire flies of the night,

And the Peach Trees

Ripened with opportunity and desire….

Two hands touch:

One goes, one stops

Both search for Unattainable Objects,

And relief

Found in the absence of desire….

No attachments

Everything about Her was too much for Him:

Her spastic laughter;

Her flaming fire;

Her uncontrollable energy;

Her crafty words.....

 

She was cute, but not quite right.

He didn’t like the uncertainty,

And the fear he felt in her presence.

He despised her brown locks of Venus,

Her direct eye contact,

Her beaming smile,

Her skinny body covered in freckles.

Guys like Him just walked away from the girls like Her.

So he did just that:

He left her for some blue sky and the lyrics of Bob Dylan;

Her left her for a musty hotel and a pack of cigarettes;

He left her for a blonde in a bar and little piece of pseudo reality…..

No attachments: that’s all he really wanted.

Today

Today the sky is liberating

The water is changing

The tree is growing

Today the question is flowing

The answer is ebbing

The journey is processing

Today the beat is forming

The lyric is remembering

The song is dancing

Today the curiosity is searching

The wisdom is reflecting

The desire is deciding

Today the now is patient

The beauty is forever

The absolute truth is acknowledged….

Dharma Bum

I wanted to give you everything I had:

The depth of the sea,

The pure honesty of the sky,

The dependable dirt between my toes,

The rain drops sprinkled with laughter and love.

But, you were a nomad-

Wanting the gift of free will,

Bumbling around town

Like a guy from a bad seventies rock band,

Leaving behind a wake of cigarette butts,

And empty stares:

Blue as the sea,

Frosted over by winters chill.

Alone with my gifts-

I froze over, twice more.

The words you left me

As a parting gift

 Stuck to my memory

Like molasses on marble.

All I can see now is the twisted look on your face

As you said:

“Love is not free— I’d rather be a dharma bum.”

Like Jack Curuack, you walked away with that swagger of yours.

Your footsteps mouthed the words:

“I don’t give a fuck.”

And I sat alone,

My spoiling gift in hand:

The complexity became confusion,

The honesty became hatred,

The dependency became drunkenness,

The heart became a pile of sawdust.

And I lost you

To the mystery of the night….