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.