elevation sense

under the sun white balance I connect a blue sky as layers of air pocket wind begin the swirling eye I paused in the depth of the lint fabric seem to drip my head into a velvet opposition team faced down from falling through faced down I envisioned clear blue falling hard on my reaction view something brand new struck me from the spine something that bonds the whole of mankind like nature parts the sea to free a better sight whatever is better could be the contradiction tie but frozen forms berate the bound up beauty so they won't feel the mountain of elevation sense we seem to fall and stumble along a pothole battered fence but turning with the eye I have seen the lampstands of gold vast grand canyons in bold red sandstone erosion strange placed on the mind of my wasted time I played under the space all bright with amazing stars I cry under the sun white balance I connect a blue sky

experience tools

I spent the sunny day with change from sacred pools thrown about the sunset into the night calling rule of thumb all who come here are mounted on the monumental move with surprise and torches set in the starry night reflection rejection is given its own name and replaced with stools every bone and muscle aches from the hike I would create in soaked breathing pounds of joy the time was precious bait thrown into the lake for silver pulling trout about the boat where coats drain the humid passing pain with easy floats folding away the day I paused to pray away from graves looking forward with the living spirit experience tools I spent the day with change from sacred pools

a stone forming eye

the cobblestone path led over a broken bridge land it swerved with a curve passing a thought soaked man what could he see under the city sky causing pause the traffic passed him unwavering windy dust clouds where is the mind that captures away the road sign pointing the direction to aging empty imperfection there it falls beneath the crown of a stone forming eye dropping pellets of water like drowns into island skies he stands within a cloud reaction of rain to come through inside the dream a scene uncovers under the rolling thunder pounding upon the material color drizzle sounds of dryness ladders climb the blue jacket draft faces of entrapment sand this cobblestone path led over a broken bridge land

barren shapes

dry bone dessicated raku crackled glaze the old wrinkle lines of a mothers face they drain the salty marsh of ruined days with bags of phone calling card moans they send their dreary eyes beyond yours deep into the desert of complete cleansing straight past the waste filled sand dunes groomed with the rake facing folly in june it was soon a lake filled with clear winter cold it came from somewhere beyond the last season like a wind picked it up from important reasons laid it down in the barren shapes of this land bringing back the life that could not stand with the one leg perch of an egret in the fog the dew was a blue heron sending songs along where hearts hear the words forward in the maze a dry bone desicates racku crackled glaze

emerald cave air

gold stamped coins where thrown into a tin cup creek silver greens swirled there as the water moved clean so brightly reflecting the sun on a high mountain wind twisting stone lichen colors drawn into free flowing tumbling along the compound nature of gravity jumbled with numbers in bubbles under watery eyes I leaned my head out far enough to inspire a frozen vision it attached odd shapes of mountain dew all put to the test annual rains sent the rolling clouds over saturation nests bright colored wild rose nations composed new leaves intertwined dry amounts tried reason over coffee & teas melting through a week of camped out pine load seas eternally encrusted with amazing emerald cave air loose knit volumes of tree breath combined signs equal left over balance brought beginning to the end zone cold worlds fumed the hose shaping moss vine toads heavy on the sacrificial reasons bring this to a close

the inferno balance

light quotes equal measures to the inferno balance with a mounted horn on bark brass sounding trees branded for the chime echo time to vacate these forest reading animal fractured nests undressed the strange became what is not the same game loosed from a bent tinfoil dinner dripping stew frozen in the pack of broken backs relating few when the measures become out of whack the broken back is quick to attack frozen facts such as... the season is quite free of zero doubts or perhaps... time turns with a magnet over shouts then it collapses when hippos collide with horse snouts the sound of this derangement is sealed into a log carved with a heart explaining my abstract love shot with an arrow through the aspen flavored allowance light quotes equal measures to the inferno balance

midnight riot chairs

a field of limitless time finds your colored charms after reaching beyond the exit outstretched arms the reach making bones crackle about the joints light forms an echo across the universal pointing path from the sun to the next one far beyond a source the course covered abrasion is bleeding fire stations folding the midnight riot chairs of bent creation stuffing a caring package into the sun soaked eye under the river the moon reflects the suns other try next to a cavernous cave moist moss chanting om whistled into the windy halls of foggy falling rain domes late night sounds surround the trembled living drains piped in the face work of fencing hero worship lips language lavender mace mounted nuance nimbus opens the painted mandolin of the sky falling clean for her straight to the plate of saying what you meant for sure where a bounce builds to roll upon abandoned farms the field of limitless time finds your colored charms

reasons float by

invoked by the golden harp playing pure from the heart of a sweet sighing word the word was of life becoming fluid blue it shifted into rivers over sunny stones reflecting the tree branches and bones where the dipper sings a joyous truth the gentle river becomes a stream twisted around many roots of green covered in moss fabric thick easy and old the life expounds into creative songs so we sing them as they form a muse strange or basic elements from the deep pain could bring the days of our youth clear from the river of life dreams become a vision glowing in the field of a blind healing white so caring and straight to the point of an arrow being shot over mountain ranges of danger landing in my chest with the force of the wind where it begins emotion flowing oceans almost quiet in its forming still movement to suddenly make the note on strings of gold reasons float by and can't be quite sure invoked by the golden harp playing pure

taste the breath

what connects the barefoot trails of time on soil so moist like old sponge rhymes could it be the sounds inspire the whole bit or is our movement the constant flow of this is a question just the birth of uneasy answers paged down and written for the ears to hear placed there in a heaven to spark strange fires working toward the stone face of fluid color where the red flowers peak toward the summit upon the pastoral meadows of early morning where the ice is frozen in a troubadours tent half frozen sleeping bags still keeping one warm the songbirds fresh and new from where you live like shaking the path through with a mandolin using the tools of wherever now is being lived gaining elevation for the saving days of sins but lived beyond compare until the day of death taking in the time to smell and taste the breath

the only hold

I slipped at the edge of a strange sandstone drop without the hurried hallway pencil point sharp the warning signed the ruin below a bloody hand upon a pool unwavering in a leaf fallen ripple block from the grip of a pinion placed from the wind shock I grabbed a hold of something far from under within it was oddly colored in a pale silver purple truth but another hand held the only hold available and this one slipped again and again no matter how hard no matter how many holds broke the barriers of gold with every pulling try the falling fell from the sky it shaped the new star bouncing gowns of greeting whys flowing from bent erosion wasting away the beauty when answers became their question covered stop I slipped at the edge of a strange sandstone drop

a wall of river stone

the compass passes around the fast fabric grounds where the series of dreams dissipates into the day I found the rolling reasons offered from mistakes born fresh into a breaking balance of ringing bells far away a distant sound alarmed the peaceful sails fluttering in the snapping wind cracks of cotton droplets working a minute time traveling about the ruins of memory there I became a strange texture bleeding into borders with color spread thoughtfully around a mandala fortress standing strong to the sun filled face of something new it spoke of unraveling twists like spiced up dainties in groups with the hand held meditation breaking up a grape sour juice spilled from the golden cup of service on a tape toned spruce the texture was abrasively left behind to renew our time it almost smelled to a point under the bridge of road signs renting the broad basement must rust of coins under ruined rugs how that comes into play is rendered language philosophy mud somewhere the questions need to be explored beyond our reasoning to accomplish this is often missed when this is that under every sap dripping from the golden tree beyond where you and me sing straight into the direction where you're are obviously going the bread is bent from knowing too much under a rash armpit crutch so we read and view the answer of a brave new insightful stew what art is to you is most likely not ever going to be truly equalled by the way our eyes are unique and colored beyond mystique round or square forms in a triangle prism shooting stars about homes branding a break in the new way to see through a wall of river stone just as I bend it beyond what limits our reasons in sound the compass passes around the fast fabric grounds

equally through

when it became time to spin another yarn blue voices from the desert whispered of desires open flaming red and crimson fires before consumed in the circle with smoke entails a magical button bounced from a purple stone it flew like a thunderbird straight from the smoke swirling amounts of fear disappeared into the light as the dark stayed cold hiding under the strange the music that we played wore abstract woven beads made of some turquoise amethyst connection seed the white owl swoops down from the barn to you where it became time to spin another yarn blue people stay light equally through you with our eye opening the sun together as one equally through

sun belts

my face became a solid stone set engraved tombs beyond the life and death decomposed all quiet to pose with the sand swirling heat strange beauty saved the day before we could complete there the next face toiled in the image of a shape placed to the night compass unleveled in the rain great puddles of peculiar mirror reflected pain in suffering the life becomes more complete the surface gives way to the erosive force of light the furnace burns on and on through the fight like a magnet energy pulling moon particle tides our sun belts the endless mistake before the saved where my face became a solid stone set engraved

the mineral stain

a tempest cracking wind begins to create it builds erosion forces in the wheels abate with streaming air pockets residing in the reach the thunder clasp cracks into echoes of debate questions mount the striding steed of late waving light galloping dreams fence a fragmented face in the night what strength forces such measure of weight is gravity just a lid to cover unknown states the reasons rebound into a face shaking hates green legions of armies amount my absolute three for nothing left to fill within tubes of the waterless sea except the truth that battles fist roots upon soil domains gripping solid stone cracks feeding the mineral stain

traveling signs

I buried my thoughts under a mountain rock with the groaning and swollen mounds of moss like old ocean stones washed ashore into sandy pockets trembling under the sky with my arms outstretching bones reaching for the cloud swirling winds timing sky blue tones like the oriole following me through the canyon pieces torn the faces await the rocks golden gate tree banyan forever standing eternal rewards beneath the sea of springs together san juan astounds senses for sacred grounds of the mind where the breath is savored into the chest of traveling signs the flowing water broad and flowing the flowing water old age and wisdom flys my mind wanders by across the great divide

old tired teams

born at the right time of rhyme or reason the color quotes the band champions through with the wind gripping widows claw eye dust views the man stands to rebind the name of the game it falls from the edges and clears out the clean with the brush from spider wires of tired old teams I opened the growth mongrel mistake with the sun on the field of green rolling scenes it flew into one where the heart opens to the reality of the day leaving behind the false fabricated illusion string pulled by our many friends we care for in hope a new way shines to untie what binds the frail rope so the milk and honey flows from the funny pointy toe where a mile crawls into a map of sandbag sequence floods the events mark our light future into grains of mud wet sand built before the white house answers in the psalm of your hand

color chimes

one thousand rain prying eye veins marking the ditch bothered leafy plain set mutual traps into motion sacks full of aromatic spice and herb enhancing some strange collision where the decision slices paragraphs beyond the next leg of a limping bruise the view paused for a choice to choose would it combine for the soaking cloud into a magical fountain of old moss and stone or bend down a chilling fragmented face left to wither the star purple dancing space I had to adjust the second feeling the weary push to soak color chimes in a beautiful mulberry bush

out of my spine

upstanding old stones laid the grounds of a home where the stellar jay chirps a crazy play calling to mates it distorts the winds sending them abstraction back to blow back beyond the highest reach of their unknown straight into the weaving fabric of a gifted artist she makes the blanket a story into its own other birds collide with a sound reaching for you pulling on the summer to bring strange moons in the gravity unlevels a sandcastle virtue eroding upstanding cool breezing trees sway joyfully in a city of pines where the cottonwood combines I seek the unwavering moments that hold breathing still it sends the chills out of my spine straight to the pine where they communicate the language of eternity

embrace the display

a strange viper slices through the illusion hour somehow he maneuvers a distraction from winds to begin locking chain remains of captured friends but the shade of this creature rings up a slime feature when the magical blue pheasant announces his presence he rips the snake into pieces left floating the course away down the river that appears to the angel of rainy days the blue king puffs out his chest displaying the breath minutes found me in a brush with burning stone roots passing the hour glimpsing painted red dread suits when the bread from the table bounced from plates straight to a determined drain swirling old places I embrace the display of the blue feathered king leaving that dust branded feature behind covert dreams

the flavor of complete

the star foam filmed the shore of days beyond grains where a wave salted shoulder devils demanding levels as a prism of light is shooting rays into reaction instance we subcontract the attacking sun on the wind of chilling sin by simply applying a magnet to the source of disease from within it's the triumphant horn of metallic tongue farms it blows creation escapes plotting illusion with rain from the bow pulling heat sending arrows away for messages we bend our loose mind into a gym class hustling maneuver it demands the respect of penny whistle magpie abstraction the flavor of complete disaster word jamming mile after mile three maiden discoveries combined unity until it seemed futile with a shroud of loud gold covered shows loading the bullet their ritual was the true stone ruin of the past performance it sealed the tombs of gray covering dust bones for impermanence abandoned in their magical wreath of laurel hellos wishing you goodbye we slid away after dark after the faster sharks started the feeding frenzy to penetrate the night sparrows eye from sty infectious cramming three songs became the flavor of complete disaster word jamming

season souls

yesterday was very strange within the early june rains it melted a walking meditation into broken bone homes with the trail receiving me in song and strolling wings I vanished into decay with the barren beauty mud shapes where the moss congregates to feel the astounding life where I connect to the off beaten trail of no footprint the shape of what looked like a deer had been here the cold was borderline snow to escape a future rhyme seven breaths a counting chest paying respects in time skulls and roses on the wild field of green bringing themes new life reflects exploding into the color of the next cloud old rings conjest in a tree bent and twisting me through tree sap stones like tears torn into incredible deep roots new leaves shake the rain on you passing from beneath a wild turkey calls to the new storm of perfect ambiguity songs of going home to where the sunshine mends stones the graveyard forest renews a year coloring it burnt sienna I live most in this place of tree spirit ghost holes I die in a reason of rhyme losing season souls

join the singing forest

in the evening twilight I listen close to the forest keeping the one who is sweeping the blue ghosts he reminds me of a jazzy tom waits color fold the great horned owl singing the endless croon he sings for his mate upon crowning tree tape stuck in the moon barren fixed form of time crying like a lonely old pair of shoes left behind waiting gold into a bronzed silver afternoon they all combine into a frozen ice filled mist his echo is the clockwork in a field of rusty ticks his clock also tocks upon cliff side hollow rocks they dribbled sad but alive and content muses I respond with my cheap recorder flute embarrassment it does the abstract job a fuming of polluted notes in turn the owl flies closer and closer to the heart striking tumor toad roads in a mound sounding chart layered and resoiled in the trouser tripping gowns a cool rain quietly paid the respects of passing clouds we thank this day and night for everything connected the good and the bad and the ugly songs we sing the faces that say we've been places in streams drowning confines of thousand lake mountains placed in the soul of our traversed circulation department conducted like a vagabond in the branding of a chorus in the evening twilight song I join the singing forest

peel the remains

the morning whistles from the old steam engine dream in the still quiet field of green the trumpet traveling sings it echoes reminders of silver time on spike driven rails reflecting golden upon cottonwood river bridge trails amazing weight in a fury of steel power force the heat melts coins in a pancake flour source I used to imagine it sending me over the sea where I would meet great heroes with swords perhaps in china or upon other gleaming shores before we flew in the planes of insane speed the train would peel the remains into dust raining the cargo onto uncovered trucks holding the hobos dangerous journey road in the rattling boxcar advertisement load the heavens would open or flood towards stars counting and searching the names of the cars

complete our joy

Once I faded into a dismal mistake of shade dark and bordering edge gripping graves there I stood looking around my remains from this vantage point I felt weak blue the color often fading from a storm the color not busy being born the color being busy dying But I turned around took a bigger breath falling to my knees finding how to praise the brilliance of the light struck me down I awoke having seen the man all around a million eyes shield his light like suns warm and caring faces around the balance of one thousands were there with me to erupt in cheers thousand in a roar facing the love shining clear I cannot understand or define this amazing view but it changed me for the better shade of blue it seems like a turquoise painting of mountain skies the words of life being born from an old boy I'm writing them to complete our joy