little bird

oh time you slip away
and i can't catch my breath
as i press against this autumn chill

when the lonely bird 
finds its evening tree
and the night wind sways the
branch it calls home
she blinks the stars above
from her tear-filled eyes
and like shooting stars
they fall to the ground below
she will pass unnoticed 
she will pass unnoticed
like a dry leaf blown from its 
withered twig 

my steps beneath the
cold dark trees
a collar to the coming
winter's wind
a movement catches my eye:
a small feather swirls around
the frosty ground and passes
into the night

I saw her

i lay no claim to her

and life itself cannot own

her passing

for she lives a deeper magic

untouched by any common 

hour 

but... i'd like to think

i've seen her with my

patient eyes 

sharpened by the northern wind, 

Middle Eastern suns, 

and jungles of infinite green, 

there beneath the 

lightbulb in my kitchen 

i saw her. 

how was it possible? 

i was ready...

being here

"repetition

variation

intersect in

Mother Gaia,

existence is our

salvation from the

Void" -Jerus Maximus

We unfold like paper umbrellas

little bloomings

snowflakes on the crinkled nose

of a child

glorious revelations

brilliant in our being

soon forgetful

all enveloped cultural

pigs in blankets

fit only for 

consumption

reawakened by small

sparks

glimmers of light on

lips of strangers

reminders of our 

effervesence

or as Hegel once said the:

"foaming ferment of finitude"

this time of year

this time of year
is you to me,
even absence is in the 
cool autumn air,
in fading light and the
fading flowers of the 
forest glades
tired crickets give their
final performance
before cold solidifies the
grass and earth,
i wear a sweater that
reminds me of you,
i swear your scent is 
on its threads 
in the place you
rested your head
when i kissed it,
when i gave my heart
to a friend

gifted

you are a gift,

and in my deep gratitude 

there is longing:

when will my blue eyes 
reflect your face?

when will your touch

speak of the warmest presence?

how old we have become 
upon the thin green plane,

rarer than any jewel 

desired by blurry-eyed men,

it is the inevitability of it

all,

and our faded memory of

a truth known our first-breath's

moment.

our default: complacency,

but has our love 

ever been satisfied?

i burn with Being's immanence

like the newborn star,

terrible, but the

giver of a 

beautiful intensity.

a moment to share (lament)

a moment to share the
dazzling beauty of earth
traces of the sublime in
your eyes
please just a moment from
busy days and lists of tasks
eternity in some time
together
it's too much to ask on
days like these
days i walk through trees and
flowering fields
while the promise of summer
storms pushes wind through my
long hair and around 
blue eyes
scent of wildflowers in 
nostrils hungry for something 
real and fresh
why are we at such odds?
has complacency replaced the
ever-present moment?
will you chase a list into the
grave?
time will see us out the
flashing frame of life
but can it be together?

slip away

slip away
between the crashing green
where mountains rise
today's eye unseeing
dull from screens and 
expectation
to meet in truth
naked before each day
before the other
to gaze at stars and 
heavenly bodies
wonder-filled and 
possibility heavy
walk beneath a
canopied sky of
stars and glowing flesh
creating worlds like
ancient gods
birthing with
eternal passion
fashioning limbs
and breasts
with loving clay
i will not say 
their name
before i breathe
upon their lips

when the moment

when the moment

lives beyond itself 

we vibrate at the

frequency of eternity

infinite in presence, 

essence, spirit 

one with each other's 

shining faces 

such graces only 

angels know 

who glow in 

heaven's light 

and we share that 

when the moment 

lives beyond itself 

when we pause and see

the other's beauty 

written in the 

rising time and 

read within two hearts

the focal point of

everything

we swam in stars

we swam in stars
along the rocky shore
and looking saw 
so much more 
than galaxies in
an endless sky 
in our eyes 
we saw possibility

remember breathless 
night beneath the canopy
beneath a warm embrace 
our hearts raced to
be one 
we fell forever 
into memory

time will lift us

snowflakes in the wind
never back here again
and time will lift us
higher than the sky
to soar, to die, goodbye

they're all fictions
these escapes
scraped together dictions
sustain us in the night
secretly fighting
shadowland

to live just once
upon the grassy plain
to strain against the
brightest yellow sun
ah life embodied
sweep me with your 
starry eye
to soar, to die, goodbye

how we ran

how we ran on

smiling feet

over fresh cut fields

breathing sunny air of youth

and now dear cousin

you’re broke in half

(with my heart)

as death comes

from inside to

wipe away your smile

how can that

immortal light fade

from your eyes?

how can your feet

be stilled?

Phoenix

winged exhalation
breathe blue-red sky crystals
fly!
a blazing phoenix
burning ashes off
like powdery dross,
a southern wind to
beat the north!
oh north your home,
its lovers mark your
absence
no more,
oh boreal land rejoice
the soaring figure
soon to walk her
native earth
how will you contain her?
how welcome?
“secret gifts and
green magic
fitting for the finest
forest child
await the promised
coming”

my eyes are filled

my eyes are filled with
your wonder
how fragile your
self-opinion seems
in comparison

Coffee date

"We're at counter-purposes," she said
"And in any case blind
To the reality of our situation
You're not interested in
Knowing the truth of the matter."
"What is the truth?" I asked.
"You cannot begin to fathom it,"
And she wrinkled her nose.
Then she asked me to pass the cream.
I watched her pour it, and the
Coffee swirl around before being stirred
All together into one familiar light brown colour.
"I know more than you think I do," I said.

the real life

don't let the "real" life
bring you down
for when you turn around
you'll find there's
other views
the child within you dies
when from your heart
the magic flies
for there it used to burn
like glowing steel
but no! "grow up
none of that is real"
(and so they fool us into
thinking we're not allowed
to feel)
how long since
you felt the
heart-expanding wonder?
lightning and the storm
a dragon on the thunder?
the real is a perspective
respective of times and
peoples, places, wrapped up
in imaginary graces
as true as you
and me
grasped first in what the
aching heart sees

we sing new stories

we sing new stories
(far from holy books)
by mountain peaks or
shining brooks
we breathe ourselves
between the pages
gone the cages of
un-holy systems
no more the victims of
another's vision
we have inner sight
brightly glowing with
an earthly light

we sing new heroes 

from all peoples for

all people 

by Earth and love the 

heavens shining in

our eyes 

our cries the 

howling winds 

our tears the oceans 

feel the motion of 

our bodies the 

living spin of stars 

so far from old 

beginnings 

within and with each other 

singing 

new stories

Venus

Pencil on paper

Venus in silhouette