method too. re – mine(d).
i shot. coffee in my running veins -
kickstart morning. when evening never ends.
constant cycles of life unexplained;
encountering. places. where broken mends.
an upside down healing. when secrets blend.
intermixed thoughts replace chattering. words.
gravity pulls only galaxies send.
two stars colliding. super nova. merge.
stopping at first site. coming on command.
possessed with a gaze. perfection regained.
two names from the sky etched deep in the sand.
reality repels where truth remains.
my tunnel vision of one soul. that stays.
electric. telepathy. golden flame.
a galaxy’s greeting
it was another new york city bar.
turning my head toward a light injection,
i didn’t realize life came so far.
i didn’t know i needed protection.
ethereal ignition and i shook
and he sat and i turned and we both looked.
to think my glow could be something past. took.
i straightened my shoulders. slammed shut a book.
i curled my toes and rotated ankles
with life slipping smooth. sand in my fingers.
undermine soul, attempt being thankful.
when infinite takes shape in sudden form,
wish on stars counting ways to be reborn.
We’re moving blog tribe. Upper West Side. Bet.
When life changes rapidly, I’ve remembered the most wonderful way of recollecting. I’m not even sure if that maks sense. But you know us Artists. These flightly dream-thoughts, and such…
Never the less.
I helped manifest a living space with a legitimate bedroom and a patio that equivocates to the average square footage of the two midtown studios I have dwelled in over the past 36 months.
And I’m writing poetry
“spiegel im spiegel”
i stretched again when he touched my shaking
at midnight on valentine’s day. we kissed
in new york city and he said that my …
we … there was this: recognized. of flavor.
to realize you are only you in
what was never captured or seen or missed.
redefine yes and assassinate; “Bye.”
cracked bones. repairing. from once. devoured.
identifying my only making.
photos of prior blissfully dismissed.
replacing. dead. life. with each breathless sigh.
sky scraping spine. another world tower.
we sang youth dreams and sipped evening tea. you
identify me. and we define we.
He has a floating way of approaching
And I lifted from the ground at first sight.
A concept of not learning but knowing,
Methods to certainty express white light.
And he… and I… in this mix of madness
Recognized memory, we both became
An extended level none can practice.
Realization that one can mean the same.
Composing symphony awakenings,
Trembling within arrival’s essence –
To understand giving without taking.
Recapture the notion of making sense.
There is a place within where he resides,
Redefinition of being alive.
Namaste blog tribe
I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately. On that note, I traveled over to Lulu land to order some of my books and actually read them. I’m considering a “Lost Years” volume.
Anyways, I giggled and blushed when I realized that I sold a few books in December. So shout out to the lovers that put my pages on their shelf.
It is bloody freezing in New York City. I nearly froze walking to work yesterday, there’s a 50% 50% chance I will today. It’s 10F, -12C. Why would anyone go outside when it’s -12C?
Alas, I digress. Like I was saying, poetry.
deviation of desire
this distraction was never permanent.
not when her shoes were still in the closet.
a careless but meaningful sentiment,
like not needing something but wanting it.
you cried about how pretty ugly is,
it’s not about this. it’s not about her.
i never assumed there would be a quiz,
and most of our time turned into a blur.
unoccupied spirits like falling cards
merge into each other on city streets.
whatever doesn’t stick will soon discard,
release meaningless or accept defeat.
without gravity hearts cannot stay here,
a steadfast awareness of disappear.