jaw harp
listen to my voice
it is your voice that I breath through, though
your secrets are whispered but by my arouse
speak my thought
o sing me
A peg of wine at night
By nine lessens my
Pain and makes
Me sleep
Until
E
A
R
L
Y
Sunshine.
If the truth be told
do Fibonacci patterns puzzle
like the sunflower seeds stumble
or tiny fronds of ferns spiral
into the golden ratio of the galaxy
sparking forth a cardiac rhythm
peaking with a ventricular stimulation
a tricuspid valve squeezing swiftly
pumping life into collapsing lungs
flickering light into a newborn baby's eye
rainbow feathers twinkling through a shadowy sunrise
floating lustrous and lighter than air
a robin's egg bluer than a Caribbean horizon
waves humming the shore into a sandy trance
as baby turtles swim towards a turquoise sea
or sitting atop a sturdy branch
overlooking a radiant redwood tree
yellow flowers demi-pointe their petals below her trunk
as tangling branches reach for a starlit sky
crickets sing a sonata to ambassadors of another age
how an opus of prismatic motion
tumbles below a swirling cloudy sky
while miniscule concertos humming
but a riddle rotating in an ebony abyss.
the
s h a p e
of clouds
spontaneous transformations
caused by wind and air presure
f u n n y f a c e s
a n i m a l s
f r o l i c k i n g
pixies dancing
racing across blue skies
random shapes trolls with holes for eyes
angels blowing kisses
or are they devils in disguise
stacked or just whisps feathery lace
tumbling rolling
channelling sunbeams
rays of light
they say only
shine on the righteious
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7/5/18
When hope in everything else is lost,
that is when we look for miracles.
for hiding the ever flowing tears,
the thundering rain to drench.
To overwhelm a broken soul,
we wish for a wounded leg.
Train ourselves to smile,
at the face of trouble.
A wandering saint!
from possession, -Ravi
from emotions,
we walk away.
Not to own,
anything,
we sail.
faith!
lost
in
1
.
()
()
i could have been a pie
but you turned me into a face
with jagged teeth and evil eyes
that makes /\ the /\ children cry
they scream /\ as they run by
afraid they might look in my eyes
and see the devil there and die
but I'm just /\/\/\/\ a pumpkin
in a Halloween disguise
Written October 1, 2009
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