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.