I am the diplomat for Art. Specializing in language arts.

I went on a walk w/ my dog…

Honeysuckle breeze

Light and lofty

in the air

I ride the waves

Sweet Zephyr breathes

w/o a care

The words

are Poetry

if the ear

can hear.

This is no celebrity

Interview.

~

Spring is fresh life

You stretch your new legs

And give em a try

Summertime

You are in your prime.

Open your eyes

From illusion

Succumb to the warm enchantment,

It will bless your heart w/ zeal!

Hail the red ball

In the morning

Inhale

Sanguine life

Celebrate your

Fluency

Wear the chest

Of a cardinal

Red-breast

Is best

Resilient

Distinct

Bold

This is the character

Of my Poem.

~

Psychology of

The Poet.

I is another.

Whatever we are

As Life,

Not as humans,

But as Life,

Exists forevermore.

But as humans

Manifesting

Our dreams and visions

Imperative

My form

Is an infinite spiral

I guarantee

Nothing at all

Open am I

To Possibility in Life

There is a flow designed

To ride

Come along!

I can’t show you

The womb world

You must travel there

Alone

There is a beach called Diamond

If we can find it

We’ll adjoin as one.

~

Well I’ve met mine

She is draped in purple cloth

Cut of the richest folds

Meshed in the soft swoon

Under a silver moon

At the silent azure grove

Transcendence

w/in us

become more

than you thought

possible.

The only limit

Is what you set—

What if you set none?

The question mark

Looms o’er your head

Black as nothingness

~

Many flock to that pond

I flock to my own

I discovered

A murmuring stream

Running thru

The high alcove

Few will venture here

Where rests my abode

Timber-wood

And river stones

I watch them

Drink stagnation

From the pond

Down below

Perspective shows me

Not to stoop to their level

Black morass of dead bugs

And mildewy vegetation

Provides the dregs

w/ their swill

while I

sip the flow of refreshment

Have you ever wished to know

Who the Poet is?

I Give What I've Been Given

Peace is powerful.
I learned that we never
step in the same river
twice.

I watch it flow
perpetual
thru storied canyons
of lime.

I'm adding
my story
to the flowing script they sing
at the Poet's Parade!
~
Have you danced below
the heady moonlight
on Walpurgis Night?

The scenes
will recur
eternal more.

There's a silver wine brewed
in the soft azure groves
where you can stretch-out, lay low.

I dipped my pen
into the ink of that flow
and became a fountain of poetry.

Have you witnessed
a man shattered
when he gazes into the mirror?

Our vital force
has origin
in one source.

I see my reflections
in those deemed
heretics.

I don't fight for
church or state,
I fight for earth!

I don't believe
it is instinct
to fight.

I believe
cultural boundary-lines
are the stuff of war.

Once you gain
the knowledge
of Light,

problems
become
shy.

Masks and Shadows
are singed
by the Light.

You might want to
go ahead
and draw the shades.

The Truth
will scald you,
and destroy your flesh

if

you wear
fake skin.
~
Acid corrodes
the veil
you hide behind.

Now bewildered by the Truth
where you were
black w/ lies.

The Key to the Kingdom
resides
inside your head.

If you don't know that,
what do you know
about yourself?

Are you controlled
as slaves
en-masse?

I know,
perchance,
if I could cast

one single stone
and ripple out,
...

I'd want the Poem
to infect like a germ
of Inspiration!

I wish to bestow
Music and Rhythm.

I wish to bestow
good times and feelings.

Cool and Smooth
is the ride we'll take.

No hurry to find
our Destiny.

She has a Mind
of her own.
~

Preserve Wilderness

Today I traveled to the local getaway. I go to this particular spot because I revere it. This is one of the few places I have ventured where I can rest. I can relax--become off-guard. And today, courtesy was violated. 
It disturbs me to witness such wanton desecration. To blatantly throw your trash on the ground, especially when there are garbage-cans surrounding the perimeter, is fucking despicable! If you have ever witnessed the sparkling laughter of a child as she runs thru the green meadow, her puppy-dog to her side, you would understand what a heinous act it is to litter pristine land. You cannot tarnish it--no matter the decadence you strew across it. The Universe is more powerful than the human species can comprehend.

If we don't clean-up our act, we could easily be disposed of--w/o celestial hesitation! You think this is the end? We are blurbs on a chain of being. We are a soap-bubble bursting. Each flying shard of shrapnel could carry the fruit of Life. It could land in loamy soil. I imagine the flowering of a new world. A world where the contents of your wallet don't define your value. The world of my vision is too immaculate to allow littering. I am viewing this earth. 

Preserve Wilderness. 

And I Picked For Her Wildflowers...

There are many pieces to the puzzle. A mosaic is comprised of diversity. At times, anger is prominent. The writer is fueled by emotion. Emotion is raw energy--unfiltered. You can become an unstoppable river of Power, but have you mastered Trust? 
Energy can be spiteful, can be anxious, can be desperate. Do you trust your ability to let go, to succumb to Fate? There is a wise flow, unknown, and it sings. Its music has ushered Poetry into existence for centuries. W/o trust, the writer cannot write. The words will not come if there is a palpable lack of faith--and nothing can hide from this Eye. It has been viewed as dangerous to believe in extraordinary guidance. But isn't that a rather mundane perspective?
~

Simple bouquet
Purple, white, yellow
Wildflowers from a meadow

Natural bouquet
To a girl
from her fellow

Gathered where
the breeze is
lilac and honeysuckle

Sweet symphony of sensation
Sensorium of Nature
Hand-picked and transplanted

Become enraptured, my Sweet,
and unfurl along the light,
the lofty zones of Imagination.

Build A Statue To Honor Marshall McLuhan

Suppress the truth
w/ entertainment

Give them a tube
to suck media thru

Make spectacle
ordinary

Give them violence and sex,
rape, murder, incest--

If it's the news
running thru their head

they'll be insensitive
to it on the street.

when they see their brother
beaten-down and suff'ring

they won't entertain
a second glance

do away w/ subtlety
destroy nuance

bludgeon them
in the head

w/ advertisements,
obligate them to buy more

if they don't,
they will feel poor!

even tho there's green water
snaking thru the canyon

eagles gleaming
in noon-day sun

azure sea
and crystal sky

words will fly
until i die

and then another
will soar

from where my horizon
broke

Between The Lines..

I am the lizard
sunning my belly--
belly of the bard.
have fun in the city,
have soul in the country.
these answers are yours
dispense w/ them wisely.


I remember singing hymnals
in the green carpet pues
i first learned to smell
hypocrisy, there.
i actually believed
i was praising my savior--
i felt a connection
to the Infinite,
and i'm still in dismay
at the audacity of Christians.

i can only write these odes
to misery, to ecstasy.
they are my flights of pure
Reality.
nothing skewed or censored.

a glimpse of raw music

a primal beat
a primal heart
society was
doomed from the start

too much diversity
to standardize Reality

we reject your pills to
keep us numb

if we don't feel
we'd sooner die

than live
a lie

give me pain
give me tragedy

you can keep your TV
and the vegetable morass

when i die
i will be free

Death will only consummate
my authenticity...

A Day In The Life

Dew-wet grass dampens my feet,
green blades slide underneath--
I walk the lawn w/ a puppy
who better pee!

Our home is not a
Sanctuary of Waste,
but you wouldn't know it
lately.

If she wasn't so lively and sweet,
if I didn't admire her playful tenacity,
if I wasn't softened by her head-nuzzling--
O Earth-Mother help me!

But I gain a sense of peace
from the song-bird choir,
my environment blazing green,
alive w/ color!

In living color, I breathe.
Forget reticence in Poetry.
You need an occasion just to speak?
Does mundane blood flow thru your veins?

I think not, Human!
Grow up, Child!
Still, cultivate your Imagination.
Solve moral conundrums

at the workshop
in your head.
All the knowledge of Evolution
resides in your head.