Elephant Seal

Have you ever been awake in a dream
Are you lost in unconsciousness
Or our you connected to a transcendental consciousness
Not in the temporal world
But in a meta world
A world that is magical and mystical
A world whose texture is mind bending

The world is so different
I am almost terrified
Yet I am going there even if I can't come back
There are no laws of physics there
There is no self fascination
We are selfless
We surge in an out of the color spectrum

I know this
The insanity here
Has to morph into the robust
Some of us were design for this
That experiment and adaption that builds in our hearts
Swells in our hearts
We have no choice but to morph

Above Water

The trees are in the lake
The sun is in the twilight
Nature is in it's ebb and flow
People are thinking too much water
I'm thinking not enough
I am tired of what is
What we need is wrath of God rain

Thank God I have no say
I walk these streets
I fly these sky's
I look into hearts full of love
I feel pechant love
And I would be the tool of no more
I just care that there is no more

As I cross the river sticks
I drag my hand in the water
The shreds of my flesh are soothed
In the nocturne of the river
How did the living world chew me up
Why was I so unpalatable
In the end I belonged to darkness

When Things Are Together

A block of wood sits over our community

It correlates with the woody trees of the forest

Harmony and aesthetics are served here
Everything is en place here
Yet there is an absence or a completeness
That just doesn't seem congruous
What's in the reciprocal

This morphism entity has crystallized us
We are as much apart of the whole
It's camouflage is ours
When is a part an assimilation
When is the totality a gestalt
What high flying truth is here
What is this transition of form

What does the truth matter
I know this and it doesn't matter to me
My eyebrows raise
I take umbrage
But I am at the end point
Nothing matters
Only that death comes

Strange Bedfellow's

I exist in eddies

Currents dance across my bow
Symbiosis swings my existence
I don't like the proximity
Yet what is, serves a purpose
I will not suggest intention
It's enough to know I live in the ethereal

We live in the united
We have coexisted for thousands of years
We have painted a united front
We live in the reasons of the known
Our unification of what is
As cohorts who have conspired
Together since the beginning

I am you we are one
We are a family
We exist in the shadows of the other
The mercurial melds
I lived here more than most
I had it taken away
And I live in the no more

Living While Dying

When we live in the last dregs
When the wine is poured in the dust
When the keg falls off the pallet
When the wine's tart in my mouth
When the intoxicant dulls
What remains

It's time to stop

When the end comes
I wish to be sober
I want to know the reason
I am not afraid of the truth
I want to be naked like the beginning
If there is a God I want him
To take the wake up back

Do I have restitution's to make
Do I have things to put away
What do I do with the left overs
Who takes care of the final flourishes
Just how many things are left too be done
How many times can I do them over
Maybe I should have a glass of wine

Plant In The Pond

Plants rooted on a sea of sand
Waves buffering the swell
There is the kiss of salty water
The wind is being reflected in the surge
It's as if one was without the other
Is that even possible
Does it even matter

Life unfolds
Yet I am swirled in the buffer
I will dine on photosynthesis
I will thrive on today's super
I will modify toady's meal
Based on the raining sun
And I blew here with the wind

Does meaning have a bearing
What if there is no meaning
What if there is just sequence
What holds up the universe
Does it even matter
But she loves me
And somehow that matters

When A Heart Required

When beauty is
When tragedy rains
When flowers wilt
When music plays the melody
When my heart drizzles

When the weeds are everything
When my life is worth the trade

When there is spillage on the table
When she takes a sip
My heart lives
When she is an avatar
When the music substitutes for her hair
The world is right
I am right

When Dreams Live In Reflection

Aspirations are thoughts and desires
Feet and hands playing in the water
Is about sadness
Possibly lost love
It is painful to know this
Your lost reflection
Burns into my heart

I know you
Your not just a chance encounter
Yet I don't know your name
Your beauty could quench my thirst
I close my eyes
And for a moment
I am casually running in a green field

The Spot Light

The moon light is awake
And it seems it's part of my presence
Somehow it is part of my existence
It adds to the quiescence
It's a measured light that assuages
It's not bright enough to demand consciousness
Yet it cradles transition

It lets me languor in the twilight
I can close my eyes once again into oblivion
And it doesn't matter what happens
It's this moonlight sanctuary
That guards my otherness
I am in my safeness here
I am reconstructed and fortified here

There is a beam of moonlight
Spilling with intention on to my ship
My heart is bathing into it's luster
I can feel it's light through my eye lids
My dreams are airy and light
And as I fall into the deepest sleep
My dreams elevate me into the cosmos

The Esthetic That Cushions

The ambient velvet that cushions
Life is delicate under the surface
The Iris is more delicate than love
The moisture under the surface bleeds
With the most gentle abrasion
I would recline into it's petal
And sink with acquiescence into life

I would close my eyes
And for a moment in time
Remember the succulence of your folds
I remember how I salivated
How hungry I was
I could feel how moist they were
How for a moment I reveled

Then I grew into you
And life was joyous
There was the glow of happiness
Then there was change
And I came to the isolation
But I remember the petals
And I can remember the recline

Living In The Shadows

Strange how the shadows hold my desire
I need the light of the hi-lights
My lips can taste the salty

I can see the light

Caressing your lips

My desire is to taste your mouth
To feel once more the iridescence

I dance against the light of your face
My mind spins against what I remember
I long to be back there
It is my fear and reality
That I live in the no more
Just one more time
One more translucence

It's dark I can't get out of the shadows
I can't find you
Where
Why do I live in this oblivion
Death and sensuality
Something is wrong
My passion is a death waltz

Attachment

Sometimes instinct circumvents dynamics
Fear and need demand love
What happens when it is unavailable
When the need isn't enough
What happens when flying isn't an option
When swinging in the branches isn't possible

Won't relationship end

Is need the dynamic of evolution
Or of disappointment
How many false starts fall into oblivion
When does the one
Make it worth while
When does love morph what is
And when does attachment diminish into oblivion

Isn't it enough that for a time
Two spirits come together
What does it matter
That they don't stick
The world continues to spin
The lesson is that we must spin as well
And love does not have to be perfect

The Fallen Petal

Occasionally a petal is separated from a flower
There is something wrong with the world
Harmony is not
Cacophony is the melody
Disharmony is the rain in the skies eyes
Would that the pedal was in harmony
The balance is in the whole

The petal is in the strewn
It's lay seems intentional
The right seems assuaged
Almost
As if by design
It's almost as if the winds spoon
Provided the big stir with the intention

In the aftermath of the maelstrom
Things have worked out
The winds have reorganized
Nature has synthesized
Harmony and balance
Have reconstituted
And I don't recognize deviation

Old Form

Crackling life remembering
There is a vestige
There is a pulse of what was
It is diminished
It feels almost empty
Yet once the life filled my heart
I believed in what is no more

Everything feels empty
I remember losing my chlorophyll
I am weak
I am so hungry
Life feels over
My skin is not moist
This shouldn't be the climax

It's just that I am so hungry
Yet I know that even if there were food
I would parish
My skin is too brittle
Sustenance would crack me
And the waiting
The unpalatable is the waiting

I Am This

Life fires this
The ebb tide explodes with force and effect
The salt spray is in my mouth
The ocean is cool across my shoulders
I can feel the lift and crash
The tumult has red splash
And life is pouring from my soul

I am thinking about the helpless
I am remembering the callous
I am remembering how my children
Wouldn't sleep with me
How they always preferred to sleep
With their mother
It always was an acquiescence

They would kindly come to my bed
I could feel the love
But then they would
Always end their visit
With a scurry back to their mothers bed
And my destiny would be sealed
And there would be blood in the water

A Place To Go

Sometimes the horizon is compelling
That which is beyond is the obsession
Over my time the unknown demands
Safety shadows our eyes
But for some the light is all compelling
Destiny becomes our dynamic
We need to fall off the edge

Sometimes the music steals you away
We are without choice
There is a thunderous crescendo
That explodes the doors to our heart
It's as if we are compelled into the surreal
And the sweet sticky
Drags us beyond concern

There is the ever diminishing habitual
There is the milieu
The familiar
But at some point it is trumped
I have entered the whirl pool
I am spinning
I am waiting for the flush

Home

I am not cosmopolitan

I have moved into the ethereal
I exist there rather than here
I live in the aerodynamic
We are a community
The ebb and flow
Devinne our direction

My time here has been very hard
I have lived as a warrior
I have felt the knife cut my chest
I know how to dress an artillery wound
I have survived a prisoner of war camp
I know what it means
To loose everything

In the end I am lost
I don't feel apart of anything
I know what it is to loose my wife and children
I know what it is
To look forward to no more
My veins are full of bile

My heart is dripping blood

Residence

Living in your body
There is a quality of existence
That exudes confidence

Some of us have it
I use to take it for granite
But I don't feel it in my fellows
I feel instead incongruousness

My existence is my blood
It flows through my veins
My blood is like the red poppies in the field
They do not have to spill every where
Just a little dabble here and there
Coalesce into massive strength
And I am that solidity

I feel you in my heart
I make a decision in my sad eyes
About who you are
Do you have life's force
Are we together in this
Or not
Then I get to my feet or close my eyes

Contrast and Not

When transition happens
Do we rate it in degrees of perfection
Is there a scale that defines things in this way
Are there norms that codify standards
Isn't it all subjective
What about species

Does one malaise conflict with another

Standards are good for benchmarks
But when benchmarks step above life
They forgo intent and purpose
When a place holder denies us access
Do we not have to question
Access from the blowing winds
When our place holder is a will-of-the-whisp
Is transition always in change
Are the colors fluid
Do they exactly blend together
If they do not what do they do
It is life
There is quantum and microscopic
Differences that give rise to everything

Proximity

There are things that fit together
There existence is for each other
When they are together
Things jell
Things that are
Provide design
Intention provides cosmic clarity

The meld transcends separateness
Component parts are not interchangeable
Once they have become something else
Their morph is metamorphosis
They cannot be changed to something else
Oh I suppose you could clever them apart
But you can't take their magic of original synthesis

But I am saddened and not
That endless reconstitution diminishes
Original constitution
It's just that the butterfly and flower

Were once a design of perfection
But I wasn't there in the beginning
I wish that I was

Community

The sails are bending the shadows
There is uniformity in the community
Some of our sails fill more than the others
We are each man different
Trying to manifest the same
At some point we achieve
Balance and harmony

We each feel the sunset bleeding through our sails
The light is the mortar and paste that hold us together
The shadow and darkness of our souls
Provide a backdrop of anxiety
That fires the hardness of
Our commitment
At some point we are consumed by the glue

When we have each walked away
Our hearts have been glazed
By the kiln of solidity
We have that transcendence
To fall back on
When the evening rain comes
We are dry in the metamorphosis