the window

a cool wind blew off the lake into an open window of a tent

through a complacent mind humble way of ears listening close to this

the pause was a gift from the stars of strange distant eyes undressed

where the silver collides with the bronze chasing reflection vest

limping into the fields of rejection piled with the prongs

served on the spot wine tie thoughts that abandon songs

worded into a mound of glazed sculpture from the wheel

trimmed and cleared of the unclean beings of the day

the temperature was the perfect environment for rest

the smell brought in the best a heaven could give  

I was dreaming of the present into what this all has meant

where a cool wind blew off the lake into the window of a tent

a new squeeze

 the night came stumbling into frames

legions of light pouring smokelike forms

shapes became the pre world storms

 right under a nose of northern origin

winds wrestled about for the reason doubts

 rolling forward in the resting squirms

the river bends as pure becomes sold 

what dance of vagrant campfire smell is this

 left behind to catch the windy breeze

but just in time to design a new squeeze

tis' the ryhme of a tree on the wind

as the leaves collide to a dancing sound 

 

a bending force of gravity

I had to watch from falling on a step layered with odd moss but every footprint brought anderson pass the map of thoughts ruins of fortress stone monuments in the slow growing cool cascades of brilliant blue and white showering dreams of awake drilled into the shale moment of high bordering the highest states where the reason coughs a handshake upon clouds of still contemplation I round up the campfire conclusion to be announced with creation a toast of grape color to the host of the branding old mother shape the grand amphitheatre of red quartz like features uniting the moon to uncover the coals in the fire of the sun under a pure understanding somehow somewhere someone sums up the equation with a puff passing all the philosophy to quiet down a bending force of gravity winds calming the mad reaction of what seems to be unseen buried deep like time before the toll of a bridge bordering the golden gates to weep the sounds cry among the tallest trees departing fused colors to fusion a destruction of the distorted mound of burial sacred grounds where the water soaks the sky while falling dry into a cross I had to watch from falling on a step layered with odd moss

inspired autumn reds

up inside the mountain of elevated life winds trailed the old songs about to write words that try and explain the name of rain with the purest form imaginable under the sun somehow I float through like a hanging glider perched from the nest of a rooftop of limestone searched for big eagle feathers bending dangerously loose the dirt slips as I reach and look over the stretch as I look beyond the force of calling colors in the divide only to fall and stumble into gravel elbow blood sighs neon across the pine needle bristles of a fresh magic scent I relax the moment to look up into the opening bliss to breath the depth of what looked impossible before real as the daytime sun over the nose I compose the name explained through inspired autumn reds yellows blend other orange particles of movement the head of the mountain perched like a thrown wrecked among the stones of rock-slide hikes I listened in with the binoculars of ear sight before I stood behind the future in search covered in dirt grounds of leveling worth reaction moved the horse into blinding white up inside the mountain of elevated life

canines combined

dogs are an amazing breed of animal loyal to the core of man and women on their path they are there for you when you're down and out and all around when you feel complete joy about they share the world with you along the way their wildness helps them make mistakes and at a closer look this is how we relate so when they die it's a time to look back up close look at the companionship they quietly gave us this is that time to give thanks to them all thanks for the memories combined in this final call to Dizzle who lived so happily he had to go too soon perhaps he dreamed of a mountainous escape where other dreaming dogs met him for a swim they pulled him through the dream into the void and maybe now his happiness has surpassed this life to Bear who lived with wild protecting companionship she followed the endless tennis ball game to the end rolling around rotty dread songs in dog shaman smoke she stilled the tiptoeing mailman for a last laughing jolt until the time eventually came to give up the dog ghost to Natasha that had those big eyes of a boxers sigh jumping in joy and exclaiming the echoing bark in the canyon joining the deer for a midnight run for the fun of it all exploring new levels of wilderness with sharp cutting speed to Bullwinkle the mother of many other boxer beauties she spent tons of time in the wasatch mountain views from the maple ridge to the timpanogos reach of the blue she calmed the madness of every day life like no other and her burial is a symbolic reminder of that rose color to Boris and his endless jumping and playing of games his energy was at the highest of the highest mountain reach he sped along with Natasha into a pool of mystic mountain water for a swim chasing ducks with frisbee falling shapes and such to Bud who possibly dreamed of driving his own red truck going for a swim in the summer river canyon pools growing larger and larger as the years layered through bold golden lab days where good to this old veteran to Sitka the crazed wild wolf mix of confusion in life she lived best in the mountains as her tail would explain smelling the call of the wild from the yellowstone range I miss all of these members of campfire communes in rock canyon park a sadness grips the heart when dog spirit heroes die and depart

Michael

I felt a hand on my shoulder with the force of ten men saving me from the false face of what could have been all of every song played in a moment like holy gold vibrating with the realized name of truth in the fold served with caring and trust unlike any other friend deserving of respect in the shape of direct sunlight rays worlds apart but close to the shared color of my heart where the force of lungs pumped the stomach apart with love as pure as the river of life from another forest revealed in a space of stars under traces of virus threats they blessed the mistake of words with congestive failure in the round of swords swung through creaking cold payment sparks connected to the rest of uneasy disaster laid in cement just before the thought burned open gates in a chain link sin I felt a hand on my shoulder with the force of ten men

what you feel

like waking windy seas of a green smelling breeze cool calmed the hour for a chance to relax with me to fall from the knees of a pool field full of wheat or some form of a grain leaving the mind impressed I opened up the burning chest of a meditation breath to bless the sacredness of a holy moment surprise like the common wings carrying the song higher up beyond the golden chalice served with other cups the brushstroke works are fluid to the sound of light a stone force of work that bends the concentration eye to focus clear into the next stage of what you feel is clean the moment when you answer your own thought unseen where you and I are the same reason why we unite to look into a view that brings free the truest point based at the foot of a blue mountain falling from leaves like waking windy seas of a green smelling breeze

the stone traps

I dreamed of animals under stone traps caught and killed by the rocks under wraps my heart dropped with the bone shades of death I could not understand why this was viewed the bears met the wolves to see into fear itself working together for an unusual dance of sadness somehow knowing this was going to happen the advance cleared smoke with wild feathers turning colors into the native language spoken I stood back asking for a review of a fraction only to see the mound of stones under night stars where cool winds stilled over tension of this moment I felt amazing grace pour songs from this holy place like the surface of the sun spoke to the moon shaking the space between the very two to find the earth raptured with unspoken voices silently searching the strings of dream choices caught and killed by the rocks under wraps I died with these animals under stone traps

wheelbarrow heaven

I mixed a batch of cement for the last catch in wheelbarrow heaven where the old bodacious wheels creep past the rust dusting ravens crowing at the amounts of progress they combined to punish us with flowing with the stones building homes and border bending fences how these amazing primitive tools are still possibly used in a pinch could they pull another load pure past the perfect pour of an inch would we build one last try for what they helped our spines resign it must be best to let them rest under empty skies like old boat flies as scowling lasers shoot at my trowel with a glare like I could even forget how dare I try to cry these pines of retirement for a useful friendly tool wheelbarrow wings must fly to a future of the stoned bones & brew we'll mix a million layers of cement to build a pyramid among the ghost where the wheels move and pour the mixture on their own sweaty toes as they mix it themselves with the spirits of elves slaving the sunset view I'll kick back and watch my old friend the wheelbarrow losing a screw t'was a good run we made under the mud and stone scorching sun these broken facts from old backs despise that the electric mixer won

the grapevine wood

when a brilliant blue unfolds into open space chasing views a morning star leads the galaxy through for a sword played with silver cunning chords across the divide from the mouth of creation about benches bound to dry crowding up the scorching levels of disaster reasons why where a falling star grabs the other homes around from flight to fall through metal corrosion layers of a bending torches might just in time we settled up the stones into a calender of events for chance searching beyond what could be inside the canvas tent where the grapevine wood is piled higher than my spoiled chin thousands upon millions gained the insight from a million sins or perchance to reincarnate the dance of where to begin however it's played is relayed through the milky way of songs to death in the ultimate expanse fading from life into a drum decomposed bones could not be found without the trail of crumbs laid down from a drowning mound of existing sculpted news where a brilliant blue unfolds into open space chasing views

finish purple true

gone are the days when tragic vomit flew balloons from a stolen nitrous oxide crew the ticket stub erosion fidget in the pocket a dosed out body breaking dead bone sockets crippled amounts of beverage burnout ruin sunburn dust cloud brave drum volkswagons crazy maniacal miracles flying above the cheshire moon nights from a crowd campfire stored old burrito hell just passed the missed turnoff from anything for sale lights camera reaction to the spine entwined with strychnine all confusion paid the cost to be with the magic boss when it was all said and done perhaps even overcooked we felt the energy expound around our shaking souls sometimes not so much the specific show itself but that strange person you met who helped you out or that desert moment when the chaos slowed down even that eternal smell that followed the tie dye crowns sounds placed in a foggy memory box of rain tapes reaching the pinnacle of a stella blue sky sweetly blissed I miss those days often kissed by a stranger painted in the fainting canvas time falling form brushes left behind shaping up to finish purple true the days when tragic vomit flew