humble the day

                            something about this river that rings

                            is it the dipper that dances and sings

                            or the reflection of change

                            somehow it seems to shape me

                            life into a perspective song

                            feeding a simple string movement

                            vibrating rapids like a tool

                            the artist brings no rough draft

                            just plain as day all in my lap

                            incredible beauty in the shape

                            give thanks and humble the day

                            as a rainbow appears out of the water

                            in the mist after rain he followed

                            down the path filled with leaves 

                            he dreamed of the plenty

                           

                           

sing a new song

              send down that cloud with a silver lining

             with sounds of jazz music echoing blues

             a color shifting into radiant purple atmospheres

             show me that river and float me across fears

             wash all my troubles away with the lucky old sun

             roll all around the sounds of heaven under the light of one

             dance for a moment though there's work to be done

             a swet will come like rain in a captured leaf reason

             born again into a dream that lingers as october ends

             this season is beautiful and brave shaking winter in

             even though that lucky ol' sun is on the run

             I know we'll meet again come april or may

             time that hibernates form like erosion in clay

             somewhere in these fields I see the angel of the face

             metatron sending lightning into songs with a vow

             a promise of what brightness belongs in faith like stone

             never to waiver until the pulse flatlines across

             let the truth enter into your heart

             no matter what they might say

             sing a new song to a new friend

             see what happens 

            

angels of peace

          out on the perilous sea of life giving lights

          a quartet of string heart nets captured me

          together as one limb branching out to grow

          falling into notes of silver and precious gold

          I absorbed every purple movement I could hold

          they passed through me in circle tingled heat waves

          almost born before distant brushing color combinations

          so subtle yet difficult to comprehend begining the sketch

          old sheets of past winter composition blew around them

          as the last of the leaves used a mouthpiece of koa to sing

          trees in heaven would join the strangers for a hot cup

          served by the quiet uneasy question of luck

          my heart struck my mind like simple chimes

          a freedom of unity agreed on this one thing

          our strange quirks all put aside to sing

          becoming angels of peace

          

pools of liquid illusion

           the dumping ground mounds held my golden friends

           trapped like animals in cold cage pools of liquid illusions

           convinced they have no other option exept to despair

           holding a balance so ancient it breaks any confidence

           pulled through a diet of slow steady easy destruction

           it wrenches at my heart like nuts and bolts rusted together

           a tension for matters huddled in corners frustrating weather

           pits that swirl terrible magnetic reason into deals gone down

           heaven might seem far off pealing real ugly sounds brown

           but it's closer to a drum and nearer to a strumming base 

           than one might force himself to believe in hurried haste

           do you hear what I hear 

           it's way up in the sky good friends

           

           

            

thunder on the mountaintop

                             empty spaces filled with grapevine wood

                             impressed on the shoulder like boulders

                             guided through a portal in a space like vortex

                             within a dream I landed in a canvas tent text

                             thrown out into the brilliant sunshine smile

                             relaxed in natures perplexing million mile

                             wild grapes are falling all at my feet

                             sparrows swarm for the singing feast

                             laughing and falling all around like joy

                             I heald one in my hand but he fell

                             he just bounced off the ground and laughed

                             this moment is blissful sweet spring

                             my curiosity leads me up another path

                             hiking lungs ready for any obstacle

                             passing a big olive tree above the vines

                             my heart races as I elevate up this hillside

                             it feels great to be alive at this moment

                             the hill pulls my will higher up & up

                             until I reach the still breaze at the top

                             where I come to a fenceline fair

                             I meet my brother Josh there 

                             who cannot see or speak

                             my joy collapses at this time

                             but my brother and I walk this fence

                             others join us like it seemed permanent

                             until we come to a stone amphitheatre

                             filled to the brim with hopeful humans

                             I ask a stranger what all this buzz is about

                             and he turns and raises his arms high & shouts

                             JESUS CHRIST IS RETURNING

                             and with this voice the crowd erupts

                             like thunder on the mountaintop

                             when incredible light shoots across

                             like a tidalwave of healing energy

                             filled with eyes and cherub songs

                             I'm stunned when I look below

                             and sure as the winter snow is bright

                             he is there defining a new shade of light

                             with a ring of angels holding hands

                             all around him in astounding revelation

                             I crumble and fall in fainting pains

                             slam my head on the stones like rain

                             and awake in my bed that was a door 

                             crying like never before

                     

                             

                             

tom spiked the punch

                          who can untie a woven fabric from it's stitching star

                          or relish in thought of cony dogs on kraut bumper cars

                          the answer swims within the songs of racing tidepools

                          where they churn and crust along a salty shore of dust

                         abandoned from a stone dry desert suffering home

                         the verses collect cacoons of past rolling thunder moons

                         ripping through an electric sidesadle cooling the brew

                         like bullets from an old colt shot in spanish revolt 

                         I heard the song of innocence from within this odd dream

                         the bats are in the belfry as the dew is in the moor

                        and arms would leave him that once held her pledge

                        the song reflecting a captured chance at a wallflower dance

                        all perched and lonely against the old dance hall dooms

                        so he spikes the punch grapples his lunch and hits the circuit

                        strolling into a crunch from the gravel under cowboy boots

                       comfort could never seem so unbelievably cruel

strange matters

                               within the outskirts of without 

                               teams remember evening shouts

                               growing guild shine into red fields

                               curb tested for natures symbolic dread

                               the wheeling lavender sang us into bed

                               through  rich color came the windy soils

                              it tore and ripped through the tent coils

                              brown sky dry under heavy heaven sent

                              imploding time bandits on the wing of a woman

                              sections of bravery coward at the edge

                              when a tree vision limped into sight

                              old reminders of a dream late at night

                              it pulled me through a vortex space

                              replaced my confusion into paint

                              handed me a brush and asked nice

                             would I finish it please

                             then sing us a song

                             about strange matters

                             versed in the wrong

                       

senor & the salt air breeze

 arriving late           into the orchard          of apple stoned                  fractal seas

the great salt lake rain         leveled           mysterious                   foam in the fog

like old petrified logs             under ancient                    swamps of past highways

dry deserts              give way            to the bight                     of october night skies

stuck inside of magna            with the insulation blue            against red

who would throw             the dark eyes                        past a senor of security

who could crow             with the missing moon                    under inland oceans

twas' the ballad of a thin man          walking             a salty brine shrimp plank 

as legions of tanks            and volkswagons                spanked the pimp light 

fragments           of     thanks          come       from my heart                 to the very best of bright

a zephering zimmy          along coves of cool                       cloud motioning purples

the marble ragtime              checkerboard                desolation finds purpose

this      open watchtower                  keeps eyes                         all singing with the voice 

unit dry dream shakes

       cadillac brown eyes slipped through the night dry

      while town timing rhyme dates framed a smile

      collecting dry captain crunch smells for miles

      using them all for ball and chain rental reaction

      cold capsule reds meating pieces of blue mistakes

      dakini winter solice within a cabin of syrup labels

      belch morning peanut butter tastic stirup cables

      they somehow take dough and knead it into fluid

      when all of a sudden SLAMM comes dunking holes

      where moles hold deap untied unit dry dream shakes

      within a circle of silly ciben urkle nerd teaming grades

      the letter informed me of how I failed their test

      I turned to the hole in the sky and opened it more

     with the key I faced holding heaven for a lions score  

brooky pulls

     wake at the first butt crack of dimple dawn chills

     to search for the breakfast within simple rivers

     churning and filled with colors green and blue

     the river rolls through my feet into my own golden stream

     where my joy connects to the rich earth raining scenes

     flys or odd abstract lures conjure the collective sirene

     brooky pulls bending cutthroat spotted reflections

     almost a shame to disturb them of their lives

     or even tragic that I will eat them

     but somehow I feel they remind me

     of our own eventual destruction

    also of the color turning within me

    the gift of our mortal life we see

    to be able to enjoy the waterfalling fountains

    blessed to live near these sacred mountains 

wilt the stilt

he layers the stat sheets of swetty old time

the old musty gym rats within his soul

dribble and pass like the winds came at last

to dream water of the bus all out of control

butane wilt the stilt gained the firey wheel

rewrote the captains notes into a meal dished out

sat down to eat it with the reaction of earth doubt

he must have came from another universe rehearsed

working the years jumping dry into wheat fields

bone buttered bread like staples in your head

dunking not drunken yet stoned in a drown

he raced like an ace bet phoned in from town

straight to a 100 point hemispherical zones

to the heavens he goes and knows where he's from

untie all the stigmas jerking stereotype bums

wilt the stilt was a gift without guilty crumbs

tragic reunion

                          red bubbles thirst along a dry carving sky

                           dead rubble turns dread into a new thought of joy

                            where lines blend into a net of gray unchartered desert

                             bear and cougar provinces search the resting fawns

                              islands of strange matter within these towers turn strong

                               amongst the tidal wave tsunami tackle of tragic reunion

                                waking through a new brand of western family illusions

                                 this sunday dinner tray of particles defines the lock of day

                                   like moments sirene within the escalante slick rock clay 

 my thoughts melt for an incarcerated friend

looking inward

    the night cool breaze          unlocked                                  the sleeping dream of trees

         as I strolled           a mountain        field of         wild flower        early morning eyes

       along the path          other particles            of men          tried to distract me

       from finding the word            mixed              around       in lashing wheel confusion

          no trust in this illusion               left baked             upon crust              covered ruin

                       with struggle           giving strength       to overcome       captured bubbles

           when           after a brief conversation                with the benefactor crumbs

           I stumbled upon            the doorway         into    what looked like the mountain

         outside this door            it was cold and damp      while I knew                      the 

       heat            inside              would dry my hands        into a song of light           string pulse 

            so I turned the key          that appeared          to me            levitating like the sun

       with a creak         and a moan             the door opened                into river foam

                 where the stream ran            at my feet       filled with endless rainbow and brown trout

    they jumped all around             singing sounds           never before heard from mine ear

         explaining      why                  this portal          expounds                into a better place    

          singing me into the mountain           I was welcomed             by an angel of the stars

       as if     inside        was truley the outside          of it all         looking inward      open tears 

         within my soul          where the heart          meats the bone               battered end

          my time was difused           when I awoke                         not as confused

                                by the sound of a round golden drum

single track reaction

 hold on tight                   to the line of purple           odd                strange sunsets

  single track reaction                                          remind us in veins

             back tire                          thorns                   and stickers               deflate ruin

          cold               hands               cripple              winter                        falling pains

               signs to stop               and  dribble                         we would surely not

              loss of speed                collapsed                          the  pensive thought

                        a decision                was          made            to jump              into it

              some strange              unknown               clumping                       shade of blue

                  mtn. ranges                where       knees shake                  bushes along

              rocks             and rivers             break to part                                  like joyful songs

                             lungs stretch out             waiting              to breath with fury

                     hurry                hurry             hurry             fire             and race the sun

           roast                  the bowls                      after a job                               well done

                                                

                       

                     

36 sounds of silence

                                 thirty six sounds of silence made an impression

                                 pressed deap into a plaster mold that remembers

                                 the cave chants and fireside starlight mountain songs

                                 like soft breazes within a flickering aspen family

                                 someone is taking the time to remind us of the number

                                                challenged by the odd fence where even waits for a third

                                                any strange bird may have heard these connections unite

                                                where the drought dry desert sky holds a cloud of rain

                                                            a small belly of hope looking to cope without the pain

                                seven under eleven                      open trails center the point sharp

                                the beautiful rhymes whisper     the sounds                 more clear

                                building        momentum          into a mechanism          being shared

                                                                    as morning robins chant the sacred story

my holy reason why

                                   all the open home smells worked their magical way in

                                   a deap pthalo blue river of my unparticled secret color 

                                   where the mountain expounds into all the silver songs 

                                   dreaming of a flight that never finds the rich soil

                                   light enters within odd fragments to pass cool breazes

                                   being alone at this moment seems eternally open

                                   it feels like the best experience I can understand

                                   so I hold it as a fragile piece of life

                                   turn and face the windy sky

                                   announce my holy reason why

field of the mind tiger

 pardon the pensive color                turning lovers               into left over others                                                  winter   struggles                            leaning                          on the window seal chills

dust in the corner              edges of fly carcass cumulous                   cloud service announcement             sin forlorn                   wedges   die              publicly revealed     outloud  rainbows          

all about the shape of an argument                          that spins                   within a firey wheel                    shouts      tape                  braking           within                  the thought                       to feel

 texture mixing mediums                     draped upon the dead      caught cold                      tour green light around                                 capes                                    an angels life long          four

aspirin mounted         upon jingles          made of wood and stone                                folk hymns                    counted breath                             cased without doubt                                      toilken   

decible shouts                         loops of string light                      energy piercing high note pillow landing zones                           groups gather sight                                                tight ropes

within an open landing              field of the mind tiger                 lily strikes like lightning bolts turning the tone           for              reality   time  risers                   night mikes up frightning souls

 upon the actual moment                where stella became blue again                into a fire burning within my heart beat                       chasing the color view without                      digital yearning

                                           

the grace of new snow

 fishing                        along a snake winding stream                               over pool shades

             colors of autumn                  shoot brilliant               mind bullets                 beyond play

       kingfisher songs                    all along                              this three fork boundary bong

       bubbled                 with shark spark                               sulphuric anatomy tryouts

  odd                 beautiful            creatures combed                    the forest dank wood smile

       berkely the dog                   ripped the cold                               with boisturous barks

                                   when the morning sun               peaked over                    the rim of time

    bubble bursting rattles                              came from                    the uncoiled stiker

            the sun brightened                  heavily growing                    distant        wings in white

     making the rays open                 blue sky                                            into pest control light

                                   at last the grace of new snow becomes a peacock song

    prancing              and strutting                                     he destroys the serpent          sting

            when another                rock rolled                  by without hello                 or goodbye

                                  all the fighting dissolved into strange morning rest

   where the whens                  reserved the right                                        to how and why

                                   I cried              I cried                I cried            into the ruin of my mind

     breath            was losing            a last chance chosing                 no rest to stop resigns