Sunday, July 24, 2011


It is easy to like someone when all you see is their perfection
The times when all they do is smile and tell you that you
Are so cool, hot, smart, and right.

Then are the times when the interaction can bring disagreement
When we see the side of the other that isn’t just a smile
Instead, a snarl that says you may even suck

That is the time when it matters the most to reach out, and care
To listen and to feel the problems and doubts they have
Remember that this too is perfect

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Happy Day.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Ride the Unknown

I’m thinking and feeling and wondering and wanting
I’ve been told disenchanting predictions
I’ve felt some magical surges
I’ve seen some hints of the possibility
That all I ever thought I needed
Might have just been a taste

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Strength is more than just the ability to
Generate power to do work
It can be a part of someone’s character
That lets someone deal with the hard shit
The rough times
The things that must be done
When we have to skip some fun.
To those who can muster it when needed
Their Strength is part of their attraction
It brings out respect and courage
It allows for truth and compassion
And, for those lacking
For those who are ruled by their weaknesses
Life will be hard and times will be sad
Until they get the guts to grow up and move on.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

See So Much

The bar has been set.
To show and to know.
But, what is beauty?

Is it form? Is it pleasure?
Purely aesthetics?
Or do we start to build a connection?

What we add to the beauty
What we can take from it for our own
Experience and meaning
Bringing light into our lives.

In the end, beauty is personal
As is all reality.
We will not always admit what is beautiful
Though we might very well see the same view

Some beauty is widely agreed on
But some of the beauty most dear
Is beheld through eyes allowed to
See behind it.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Blue Tuesday

Calmness is the most true form of beauty
Right now.
The peace, the tranquility.
There is much to be said for the Heat of passion
The Pull of caring
The Intoxication of love.
But right now, I am floating in a tenuous bubble
Of peace, quiet, and no cruelty
None of the hate and fear filled cries
None of the irrational and the threatening eyes
There is sadness and there is loss
But at least it is quiet
For this moment

(See? No nudity, but I am laid bare)

Monday, July 11, 2011

Reality Fantasy

Do we dream only when asleep?
Are we awake at the special times we live?
I can see some moments when the mind faded
To the quiet times, and the unbelievable, the magic
The fantasy
Woke in me

For some this would be an odd experience
One retreated from before allow to flow
We all have that part that wants only to feel safe
Stay at the now that is so far, so good.
It can be spooky to start to feel the possibilities.

Feel the tug of what we realize we can not only want
But can somehow, undreamt of, have
Tear and rip through all the sureness built over ages
That we’d never have anything so filling a need
Created merely by its presence.
This is not only the pleasure of the amazement
Also comes the fear of this waking dream to end.

We each will stir, some night or day from now
Some will shake their hair, and walk into their old real
Now back asleep in their life.
I hope I will drift back, to where I can see how
The dreamer keeps that smile until the night returns.

Sunday, July 10, 2011


Just like that, everything has changed
Caught by surprise by the depth and the passion
Held within the inquisitive dark gaze.

Saturday, July 09, 2011

Rain Day Tell

Beat broken busted bruised and bled
The rainy beauty of the day slides down into the holes
Kicking the sides of brains and bearing
There just isn’t a way for everyone to smile
Always at the same time
Sparks and hints
These are the sharp edges that only the willing
The ready
Can see
As we who can
Walk between the raindrops
(a re-used line, but still a goodie)

Friday, July 08, 2011

Vast Beautiful Darkness

Perpetually, we move and spin
Orbiting while changing
Flying at speeds undreamed of
Until we part ways
Until we connect
Something happened

A healing? A freeing?
From which past sins somehow became
Locked away.
With a shiny new hope and a thankful
Warm center
This new trajectory will be ridden
Where we fly, we will have to get there
To see.