Cool jog

It´s singlet on and old t shirt over the top
it´s gobble down breakfast
It´s sneakers on and out the door in one hop
Down hill backpack bobbing quite fast

Cool blue freshness is mine
panting along the track I crave it
A part of the day when the light tells the time
Dawns going and so are my legs above the pavement

Uphill now as sweat trickles through last night´s dream
the steeper it gets the more the knees strain
The cold air penetrated by my steam
the foot falls of my shoes is the rhythm my ears aim

The gate to this new love

Night owns everything in it
The master over fate´s walk, out of a gate
Sons frustrated, the light that pours from the open lounge door
Hope and mercy inside the night´s clutches

As man leaves that light and those children
He knows how their lives will be different
The gate closing and the glow slowly dimming from that house
Into the lonely cold streets not even a stray dog in sight

The goodbye is spoken in a sad silent whisper
Streetlights illuminate a new path one that goes uphill before it descends
But one that holds a miracle that is the reality of love
From where the grasshopper jumps she comes

She gives me the word to forget the cold
The old sadness that is hard to clean off the surface of the heart is wiped by her hand
I want to open the gate from where she lives
That gate so north, that warmth where new love must be born.
(For Maira Cristiane Cardoso)

Adult hood

An exhibition of office chairs
Their small wheels scraping against the wooden floor of the hall
Rails divide them
Some smart ass slides along them

The grinding of the wheels
the squealing of restlessness
Corridors there, are full of travelers
the grey gardens outside where the future grows

sincerity is not taken like a drug
Though it's effect is sometimes even stronger
Love warms the souls so much the body feels it
being thrown from your youth into adulthood

the rails and rules
the wheels drills and drool
out of the hall simple happiness
Let your heart talk to the world with no hood over your head

To unlock upholstered doors

The ceiling is firm cement through iron frames
I try to make my hole with a crobar it´s a slow game
I attract smiles with my attempts my patience yet affords a blessing
My breathing becomes heavy as their laughter sets in

Ears for the truth and not the distraction police supplying cotton and sand
Ears for what´s good for the life plan! Bit of sky, god and pan
Bit of flying, praying, cooking from the sands of the South back to this pollution, sigh
Crime sneezes on nice dresses and side walks, it coughs stronger than zigzagging blue lines

My heavy breathing is not a plea for mercy
Or a cry that i should be worthy
It´s the motor inside that is going to drive into the cement, iron ceiling
Through the roof to taste the sky, eat clouds, oblige decent dealings

The barred upholstered doors may not open
Smiles may widen as i knock without making any noise
Laughing may persist as I push against the locked doors in front of peers
By god I did my part, even if all I recieve is oxygen for my lungs and laughter for my ears

better get that gown on it´s just about time to judge me
Better throw on that wig too so I can return the laughter freely
Our jokes are receipts, timesheets and revenue if you haven´t noticed
Meditate on cost cutting, host the meeting in the position of the lotus

The daunting stare

This track has been hard to run up
Loose soil and high altitudes
 Flicker from somewhere behind me
Somewhere back down there


Something catching up to me
Some new phantom
Now a confrontation daunting eyes
looking away as weak as the lies to grease life


Somewhere under the garden bench
Because the world will pry
The willing will lay
Somewhere hidden from the daunting stare

Farming impressions

Chasing life through a pasture
Chasing the flock the crowd
Cloud of conformity
Special food just to impress you


The old dirt road has new clothes
Fashion on a rusted lamp post
Me on the farm
Serious business that outdoor kitchen


Goats and sheep all these humans and their reactions
This pasture is nothing to raise your hoof at
Each morning to the milking shed
shades on and choose truths to share today


Big bowl of a spicy something
Couldn't impress you
people can guess each other's feelings
I guess they're just farming impressions

Abundance is a method

Abundance is a method he said
Penny pinch in a tight fist does as much as call the thieves
Getting robbed is half loss half humiliation
He said it happened near the Holiday end train station

Abundance is a method pocket full of cash
Jesus with his assets and his canvas sachel full of greenbacks
Generosity sends gods tone of voice he said
Love for the poor love for the poor looking

Stack of dosh the thives didn´t smell
an angel was there to waft it out the window
I didn´t use to share so the sky clouded over
and thieves took the little I had

Moral of the story mulah la la
Wad of bills evenly distributed
be like god touched them himself
Blessing in the divide friend abundance in the oven

Wallet bulge and closed smile
lets see those teeth and loose change
A hot cross bundance at easter, lucrative eggnog
I guess the man was just trying to teach me how to share.

The turnaround

He had lost a lot and was a dear friend to me
Innocence and pain in his eyes hate you'd never see
Into acceptance of the ill truths he now openly nods
Grandeur his for not blaming god

Greatness his for loving
Loving when his object of loving was thrown back into the sky
Loving when lack of love and grief feasted on his days
Loving a friend as I unreliable and questioning

He had lost about the hardest thing to lose
The thing that threaded his life together
Gave it purpose, giggling and real peace and quite a lot
magnificence his for not blaming god

greatness his for going to his side when god offered nothing
greatness his for recognizing the gift of life  even though given briefly
Given briefly but still filling a hole in his heart that neither grief nor despair could leach
Overcoming the worst of life's tragedies with perseverance, love and faith!

The dog killing rat

Little hobby of a pet from a distance
creature that would creep and crawl
Claws that would stick out centimeters
Teeth that could gnaw through fingers

This feared plague spiller shared my dream wearing purgatory gloves
The early morning bed world was it's wrestling ring
I the unlucky manager and medic
I fearful the rat would shatter a vertebrae!

The journey

Mud on one side of the road Dust on the other
walls and people
Some guy between the fabric of dreams inventing his own deadline
Paths that go miles in the imaginations of few

The scent of something familiar
Something different
Maybe stew
Stew or the random ingredients of what life is made of

Boys line up before cafeteria halls and watch girls pigtails
As they knock around
Some part of the universe holds a useful secret
Those steps toward are each riddles

yes the key itself is a long bridge
Where love is often graffitied
And everything that is less important can be seen underneath
life can be such a stable structure, birth is instant purpose unpaid for