Last one to the Jeep

I followed them down into the perfect gardens
fenced and glorious
Off they went away from me
Between the regal hedges as high as buildings

Running off into the sunlight
Leaving me in the flowers and fences
Struggling to follow them
Running till my legs vibrated

Across the small pond where children dive
Murky water under the trees
Over the fence
into the Jeep

a piece of my family smiles
I'm the rotten egg

A dead church

The town simply ceased to exist
People left it at sunset mist
It would be completely empty

Entering the peasants tent late
almost nothing to eat, on a dirty plate
Smiling he pointed out toward the dead church

Late to reach the dead church in time
No place to sit in the audience, no place to call mine
Smirks at being the only one without a place to sit

Look at me the only one without a place
I cross to the other side of the fence, a disgrace
No one is there just an ogre

I cut the ogre until it is nothing
I re-enter the dead town rough
Spook the clingers

Stadium samaritan

The highest seats of the stadium reserved for the wealthy
He sits below
Formed in the street dust
A wanderer, a witness just a small man

He looks up and some who hold the top look down
None recognize this face slowly forming into leather
A small man at the base, wooden, broken and poorly maintained
He sits with the poorest and wallows in their simple chatter

Beyond the crumbs the high people drop, he shares the little he has
His smile gives away the fact time is his daughter.
As feminine as truth
If the poor surrounding only knew

Cackles and jeers is about all they can manage
Lives of crack wood
This small man shows them compassion
A commodity the peasants had little notion of

The small man left the stadium with empty pockets
as the show began
the toothless masses screaming as their sarcastic superiors smile down from above

I posted love

I posted an ounce of love
Hoping it would make it's way to you
Back then admiration feed itself on my doubts
Until it grew into a dragon

Love, love was saved and sealed within the envelope
To make it to you in abundance

I posted an ounce of love
with no knowledge if it would find you
Not a lust or a romantic love
But a love like a battery

Love, love like a force a power
one that could push you further
To carve a new world
and encourage more love by post

God will be obvious

The dead city is mine
it is for my strong sons to pick over
until nothing is left
for that is simple love for something that is dying

The field of the new age
Will soon be harvested by the hands of ambition
The sun ever looking down opinions and meanings are burnt up
burning recognition

The furious big cat of destiny and other predators will be tamed by the generations
The poison voids and dangerous routes will be made safe
The con man will be repudiated not by man but by the aura of existance
His presence will be caught in the systems that are here to overcome our way of life

The colors of wealth will paint our kind
Traditions, scripture and dogmas destroyed in brilliant explosions
God will be obvious
Our spiritual connections never to be herded like cattle again

Prosperity of the soul's many inspired colors and flavors
Will crush prejudice and push waves of harmonic bliss
Ambition and failure pushing to us the extremes of human triumph
Refined global awareness moving in our lobes

The dead city is mine
here I will rebuild
Dawn for prayer
Day for creation
Work my brother and accomplice
Strength climbing out of me until the elder years

I don't need a rifle

Fearlessness

After coming in from the wind.

Unshrugged

Wind unwinning

Not defeated by the sky

neither by the ground

On earth no defense

Voice approximating thunder

I stand unwavering before the storm

it knows my face

My soul and body form the warrior

I am inside as I am out

Looking toward the horizon

as a hunter toward the forest

Colonizing space

Zig zagging
Accelerating
Changing color
Hi

Boosting up
Being hurtled
Landing softly
Greetings

Tell me the future
Use your calculations
Remind me of the limitations
And give me a jist of the limitlessness

Stir the power
Cook it up electric
Handshake with existance
I'm alive

The fruits of all labours and past lives(of water and food)

On the grapes of arrival
On the strawberry handshake
Between the lakes of success
The shack of good maintenance

The hatching of new existences
The first apple steps of a journey
Unfamiliar skies and houses
nectarine greeting

Across the coast
Beauty roams as a lost dog
finding us again and again as we fly
white sand and dark rock sharing a strong union
between the brush of waves and breeze bitten undergrowth

Once in the restaurant
entrees land on the table before complaints meet lips
Delicate foods prepared painstakingly to be simply devoured
Then an over abundance of food in rustic containers

Why have we received so much?
This pleasurable excess that is delivered to us.
This stable energy in the presence of good friends.
Choice for each mouthful more delicious than any food.

On the shores of The Purjesseys river

I've come to tell you this is not the hill
This is not the window nor the door
Nor the goal for your life

I've crossed the Purjesseys river
As the birds and children sang that god was a giver
I had little food and few friends yet I had some fresh truth
I came to stand here in front of you

I've come to tell you, you have not arrived
The skies will brighten and they will darken
sense will intensify and then dissipate
with no warning

To leave you full, leave you empty
on any given morning

I wish I could give you the ocean
and it's subtle changes would bother you none
I wish I could give heat ever after, accept the sun

Not ready to receive like the thirsty?
Who offer their cups to be filled, sitting by the Purjesseys river
Lightening smiting the generous of heart who indulge them

I've come to tell you that no word can solve it
That the spirit gains thickness as in mountains
That the spirit becomes as thin as a fishing line

You gain stronger legs crossing the Purjesseys
with a cup of it's water for the beggers
As the lightening hits you, the holy holy lightening
Christ shivers

I've come to tell you this death is unseen
you will not burn or in between
This is not heaven
Look up and listen

The world is a miracle, an atrocity
Look beyond the river
This world is not a theme park for your eyes or taste buds
Forgive god when it is

Staring at the storm

Staring at the storm

Flashes break out over the horizon
Clouds accumulate
Lightening constantly firing
Heavy rain in it's wake

Crawling across the sky
Descending on the city
Dust pick up and fly
from where it was citing

The flashing accelerates
people run for shelter
Thunder hits the ears
Animals give in to fear

I stand on the balcony hypnotized
It's advance enlivens the sky
It invigorates such humble eyes
Rumbling and cracking as it drives

Here I stand staring at the storm
Ever since it suddenly formed
from nightfall to dawn

Segredo de felicidade(secret of happiness)

The secret of happiness
The trick to joy
Hidden from almost
all girls and boys
...

The beauty of life
Sung in a song
wrapped in your hand
Re-lived through longing

The secret of happiness
queues form to know
Waiting day and night
come rain, hail or snow

The trick to joy
a thousand amateurs attempt
The real magicians
are ignored and unkempt

The beauty of life
of light and dark, cold and hot
Of every color and sensation
Everything earth has got

Answer me minus hesitation
The secret is what?
The path of gracious elation