hello

i can't explain the way
it feels as i breath,
or the same sensation that stays
when i meet
the play of your presence on my day
as my senses greet
the rain of you today,
it is quiet a treat

looking at life

i rip up and rearrange all the strange
common things i encounter in deranged
states of mind, i find all the time
little things that stir my kind
of curiosity and make me see
things i didn't see before,
so i explore other scenes i never fathomed
wondering why, when, and how things happened,
i'm ranging around, probing at different topics
while looking to see who profits
and why they brought it
to fruition,
it's just my mission
to dig and look deeper,
knowledge for me is as certain as the reaper,
i keep all the gems i find
to nourish my mind,
then i puke out the info
in my daily convo's

eye i

i am the master of these landscapes,
i am the one who makes them take shape,
i bend and i becon to scenes & then take
their likeness and image in order to make
my views

living in our minds

we speak and share some time
in the space of face to face,
but we spend much more time
in the place of our mind space,
we live mostly in our head as we find
memories over which we constantly race
just to recombine our past with this memory place,
our loved ones are mostly nothing but
what we recall, mind holds the taste
and story lines that are worked up
to see what just might be paced
out in personal interactions stuck
like peanut butter in our mouths,
so we reach out and creep down in a crouch
to spring into better spots of existence
depending all the time on new levels of experience,
we have to see in this moment of coherence
that all time is borrowed,
and the sharing of our stories
as well as hearing their tales is something that is hallowed

the clouds always break

you know the feeling,
it's all coming down,
you're reeling
as the torrents flood the ground,

the streets are now slick
and your traction is slight,
the rain comes in thick
in the darkness of night,

you're searching for cover
but none can be seen
so you fear you'll be smothered
by this dark stormy scene,

but then the clouds pass
and the sun breaks on through,
relieved sighs replace gasps,
here's the peace you once knew

mi amiga stormy

shortly after i sense your arrival
i hear it heralded,
you,
the one who falls freely
on the every and all,
you
who drops en mass,
who leaves nothing untouched,
who reshapes landscapes
before retreating to the seas,
you are a cleansing breath
bringing the world to my door,
all i can do
is watch you at work
and smile at your presence

little big things

our world spins on its axis,
a wobbling tiny rock around a giant ball of gas,
yet few spend any time aware of this,
focusing only between blue sky and green grass,
we get lost in the details of nothing in our days,
the latest office gossip, how our favorite show plays,
we stress out over things that hardly should dismay
anyone, we come undone by others simple ways,
perhaps a bigger picture view could aid us
in grasping peace, or maybe it'll stretch us
out, stressing us at a faster pace

timing

time lines can coincide with life lines
but most times they don't find
common ground,
where you are, where they are,
rotating on the same rock
around the same star,
sitting on a speck in space
but still really very far
apart in terms of the arc
of your experience,
but sometimes
lines coincide, they collide
and inside we can find
an awakening of truth,
a feeling of proof
that dreams can and do come true

death of god

what if god had to die?
not like a human hung up on a cross,
more like a universe collapsed to emboss
it's fatal cost on all in existence,
only to spring forth through divine persistence
as brand new creations, collective omniscience
imbedded in consciousnes, never lost in this
would be one single atom of energy from the origin
of it's predecessor,
death would only be a life-food processessor,
we are the possessors
of the rise and the fall,
we exist with the every
while commanding none at all