dreamer

September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be

but what about me?

Sunset

November 18, 2014 § 8 Comments

Stretching rays of
Unobscured radiance, reaching
North, east, west, pulling
Stolid eyes in with its force, reaching
Even the most impassive,
Touching them with light.

nonstop

June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

like a train
running
without end
seemingly
churning
across states
careening
through
passing hours
searching
for wasteful
meaning
and seeing
life beyond
a horizon
running
north to south
and then
south to north

Morning Perks

April 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

For those who bask bitterness
like java in a steamer,
I hope you’ll someday realize
the world reacts to your demeanor.
If you always take your coffee black
and refuse to add the creamer,
then the acidity of your daily dose,
could make your brightness meager.
So consider your morning outlook
and propel your inner dreamer,
please add some sugar to your cup,
it’ll make your day a whole lot sweeter.

A Coexistence

April 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

Does it ever strike you
as a sort of strange
and wonderful miracle,

that the number of hours
our world falls to darkness
only lit by distant rocks,

and the number of hours
our bodies fall into slumber
only stirred by dawn’s first light,

are the same? As if the world
and we, are purposefully in sync
with one another,

as if the sun’s light propels
our beating hearts,
while the moon’s glow guides
our most profound dreams.

Seeing

March 4, 2014 § 2 Comments

Greet each morning
with a joyful heart
and eyes that see
not the crumbling
structures, the imperfect
minds, the shadowed
corners of misgiving,
but that are brave enough
to look at such things
and instead capture
the light, the beauty
the elusive joy that dares
to appear, but only to the eyes
that have the courage
to see it.

Sky

February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

paths of blue above
cloudy monuments shifting
change never ceases

Sunday Morning Kitchen

February 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

it’s a blinding light cast
across the wooden floor
sending a sky full of dancing dust
upward and spinning

it’s a cup of black warmth and steam
between my palms
with some cinnamon because
my dad always makes it that way

it’s a soft paper floating
from hand-to-hand
dancing around the table
so everyone can catch-up on the news

it’s the refrigerator’s gentle hum
a heated stove-top whistling
a gurgle from the dishwasher
a beautiful appliance symphony

it’s a proud glass window
with fingerprints illuminated
showing off the outside landscape
shining light on our eggs

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