four faces form

pastoral evening reds

2009-11-22T17:17:00.000-08:00

I felt a cool frozen morning metal that sticks to every touch

chain link fence bold boundaries burning heat within a crutch

holding up the balance of wounds that lean on devisive time

new addition that slips from the hold in male oaks of reddish gold

within this color I stared deep into a cataclismic coil of autumn light

searching through a pack of wolves to find the yellow missing shine

it swirled within a water drum sound like healing stones around

a thousand perfect circles sending locust war selling fierce torment

yet a forest such as this opens other cavelike nicer ancient doors

some sending you above and below the thunderclasp of gain

even songs would pile wood on a campfire meadows like loyalty

expectations could only ruin the thought of our next opal surprise

as it was then the many colored eyes opened a salty tear pace

counting the years we wait for patient enduring of a distance race

praise this trail along timpanogos dreaming streamside pools

where the birds congregate to sing songs of old wooden spools

turning waterfalls like the season on edges of foaming golden rules

seven trumpets sound truth within lands of pastoral evening reds

overcast mountain skies held secrets of the tree born spring souls

new holes appeared within my hiking boots for miles and such

where I felt a cool morning metal that sticks to every touch

zaks vocal chance

2009-11-21T04:34:00.000-08:00

I went to a play shipwrecked upon the seashore

starring seagull sounds over layers of wooden horns

the waves crashed into piles of smooth franckincense

incidents that would explore the sand grains like new worlds

horn notes dizzy jazz easy to hear as if it was born in your ear

making a pillow sad and lonely land filling joyful brave tears

the incense altar brought thick almost lemon taste to the guest

he appears within the outside of a burning blue sheet all blessed

with good news muting zaks vocal chance at explaining this test

all the world will remember the dance we numbered under light

bending colors few can decide to reside choice wrong to right

days would grab patience and deny through agents of design

songs kept playing through the reason before the gray choice

echos lean from the canyon walls like foam shapes in the surf

moving inland into work that pales within daily ghost stones

somehow a wing moved with my eye at every turning tone

the theme seemed dreaming into a plot thickened door

I went to a play shipwrecked upon the seashore

admire from afar

2009-11-20T18:13:00.000-08:00

colorado memories piled high into a trunk

neath the tire torn tuna boat drunk on potholes

all the experience is remembered in it's smell

a musty farm road speech of tube tied hooks

fishing with the old folks near rainy meadows

long twelve hour drives into denver shadows

places that seemed the other side of reality

urban swamps of purina company ferris wheels

tornadoe swirling basement brawls with brothers

I held my own and droped the rest for the cats

cool early morning porchside breakfast winds

honey and oats or postem on toast odd flavor

strange as it was we enjoyed the foggy days

long and secretive they seemed to keepsake

cadillac attacks of the heartstring edging back

so now we can all retire or admire from afar

this cropulent wide fireside shooting star

her irish green eye stare

2009-11-20T01:27:00.000-08:00

some kinds of light never show their beautiful face

but wait for the exact moment to strike in place

to destroy the portion of our dependant materialism

in a splash of freezing cold high sierra waterfall mist

new light that just kissed through the reflective rainbow

wood smiles on my brow a blessing in disquised surprise

roomy streams seem to bring new thoughts or better dreams

blueish light that shines without a codependant green team

we gathered hear to remain a part of our life forever saved

looking through the waters mirror distorted reflection lost fear

we ate a break of candy for the extra rush pushing us on

it would eventually take us beyond the peak into the moon

that night we camped soon in fields beside the headwater spring

a small mountain lake that served as the stars excited bedding

twas' there I held her irish green eye stare within the night sky

to fold the weary storm of muscle aches and bones that cry

we awoke that night in union like sacred sage in a vase

some kinds of light never show their beautiful face

a distant hum

2009-11-18T15:55:00.000-08:00

step into new drums

remind us of the season

with a heartbeat reason rain

take strange for bone stones

use the sample into a forest

this dream becomes a shard

cut loose from ancient work

take a closer look at the book

along the trail we follow laughter

old topographic maps stained in blood

like tree line rings we remember years

left to break through the barbwire

right we sail through fire fears

north to south ancestors hover

dry to wet under tents of lovers

the night stars brought in the light

so we sang the memory green

leaves that fall and stay till spring

I held the pile to smell up close

to wake my mind of empty ghosts

reassure I'm here and now

in the woods where the plow

pulls & moves a distant hum

stepping into new drums

sleep sirene

2009-11-17T20:30:00.000-08:00

four lakes basin gray skies brought strange new eyes

ten thousand full and filling the blue reflection

grayling fins would dash the chosen pools

flayling around the dice damper coals of rule

running sections of crags along granite outcrops

echos in the still shocked distant deer resolution

brooms that could steer wheels of fire union rest

the amazing depth of wilderness still remains clean

most of our footsteps were like ghost moss dreams

time stands in wait for our returning list of sleep sirene

deep resounding steep I fled a crumbling word that dies

four lakes basin gray skies brought strange new eyes

barfoot bones

2009-11-17T17:21:00.000-08:00

a silent sleeping hand pillowed the right side stone

holding the grip of parrallels between an inside out world

where paths of victory walk within the footstep treads

holding every imprint as it balanced the brave golden bread

before the last covenant became obsolete testament walks

the dreaming stone artist turned mason dry mortar lucid

waving tools to the rules and expectations of corporeal captains

leaning within the tree shade rest to eventual laying in the nest

careening off the road for a chance to play his mandolin at best

or to break pencil shard poems like a blue ribbon fly line snap

where a faithful test is painful to reach without a few questions

a foundation of stone faced into the replaced spoken toungue

I couldn't help but cry into the mud as it hardened equally tight

the salt fabric sigh kept a roadtrip from losing the line in sight

so my guest would keep her song deep within barefoot bones

a silent sleeping hand pillowed the right side stones

poor williams song

2009-11-16T03:01:00.000-08:00

I heard the lonesome sound of poor wills nightime blues

he captured the ground as it moves in canyon quakes

true to the depth of pthalo dark canyon echo aches

like spirits of cool night batons led from star chord charts

giving expanse a new texture far from understanding

making the most of a chance for another hidden mate

within the resting pine needle rich like soft feather beds

it sounded like mystery growing into woven wool shape

all wraped around my brain as I slept in still meditation

the color was on the move chasing the new light shade

closer and closer the dream became particled into water

a trickle turned stones over rain soaked river foams

so I awoke in the dream to break the layer in this river

beholding the mighty giver of every rooted caring soul

it was there he delivered the song to my open heart

strange in the water yet stepping dry until far apart

poor william had nothing more to give but the dawn

he welcomed it into the morning star horizon walking shoes

I heard the lonesome sound of poor wills night time blues

the house of god

2009-11-15T14:15:00.000-08:00

the second I set light feet within this sacred mountain seat

I feel the provo scam pass away into the wind like death

something that reaches deap into my heart pumping breath

sparrows and orange city robins fly in as the sun goes down

magpies that congregate at the top to dream of a better sound

eagles and oriole thoughts all blue around daunting cliffside seas

closer than one could capture eternity without a parking fee

I take a mountain exploratory trail in songs with barking dogs

pulling me higher into the clean and pure mountain air trees

all of the beauty surrounds my every thought process

I shape it into a chance for holy praise like falling stones

so many times this place has had the power to erase sadness

mixing words into rhyme for the stars late at night in bed

squirrels stealing bagels droping them on my morning head

purple bands of brothers singing for some marching room

light enters into the heart where the second fountain starts

we drink the pure crystal water source waking brain stem darts

golden laughter & silver joy foundations in ancient stone art

for the oaks and maple cottonwood and pine to aspens complete

the second I set light feet within this sacred mountain seat

rainbow of the sun

2009-11-14T14:05:00.000-08:00

the wind whistled within the leaves

through the thistles purple pollen sea

I turned my eyes and blinked like wings

they buzzed like bumble bees in rings

the sacred hummingbird healing doctors

turning quick to dance like helicopters

yet quiet racing competition keeps cool

like the sunrays of dawn busy not to yawn

I held the fragile green throated bird

encouraging his flight hoping light learns

he placed his nest above my campfire stones

returning every evening to share songs

this dart like rainbow of the sun

hovering all around my joyful smile

I wish he'd stay with me forever

caked oven sun sculptures

2009-11-14T01:48:00.000-08:00

the sun hit minutes perfect through the sage

red and yellow survivors of harsh piercing light

if I could only survive like they do in the sun

all my freckles would turn into a patch of paint

turtles and roadrunners would sleep under my roots

boots and saddles could pass by my dreaming webs

iguanas smoking marijuana possibly in this sense

a seedless burrow like edward r. murrows tense bend

undualating atom bomb dust before the nightime ends

st. george himself would leak new secrets to my pollen

as it sleeps within the morning of all perfect glory drops

then dries out before the scrub jay cackles about crops

I love this sandstone shrubless day of heated erasers

but my sunburn headstone death is well done skin

cooked like bacon left on caked oven sun sculptures

the thought of this yellow burning bush just tells less

evening the score between sacred ground and moses

as he thrust down the stone tablets in disgusted vessel

the golden calf like maps on googles satelite tracks

missed in the star mark before it could jump start back

unemployment mixed in medium wasted blue wage

the sun hit minutes perfect through the sage

the number was numb

2009-11-13T03:13:00.000-08:00

we hung our tentpoles from a moss mountain song

sleeping under the bandit bottles over mixed reunion

where cascades of night dry ducks waddled by blodder

their sound was distorted through clean turqouise water

we looked up and saw the harps of white shore sands

unchartered lands nimble from the eye of a needle clear

music that reached us like experience in a nest of silk

it blends within the easy stone bed of honey pouring milk

stuck upon my finger phones all abrubtly soaring shut

you came to me at the perfect chance of grape night

deap and mysterious fabric static under gorgeous

the word that forms before the thought is caught

beauty like a thief stole my heart for the display case

still pumping out what was left of the time we shared

who really cares to such matters of this brown eyed bear

he just reaches out to charm what he can easily dare

in the majestic wolf group he stood before death

I watched close and counted his very last breath

the number was numb and frozen before birth

so we died as he would have liked in timely spring

the stars that night placed our dream where it belongs

so we hung our tentpoles from a moss mountain song

shores of clay

2009-11-12T15:08:00.000-08:00

dry desert human highway roadsigns would melt

from the sun on the thumb of a hitch hiking soul

it's neil percival young with a guitar tumbleweed

heading for the spacecraft rough drafting blue ocean

on the beach within reach he strums his holy tune

when a light from space would erase something new

they arrive with a note from the creator of reason

kant said he couldn't make it and shant assure why

just listen to the waves all coming crashin bye

levitation forms in the old black electric scream

he played with incredible fact piercing greens

resting on a bent boat of notes never heard

where hank williams adams apple shouts out fever pitches

in the bottom of the ninth with runners in burning ditches

he blasted a homerun expression that dreamed away

dreamin of a new tour on bold foreign shores of clay

confused by instruction with cool captions of eruption

neil turned one more grey hair blacker than blue

the drastic measurment could have ended all ships

sinking to the heavens in opposition befriending grip

but he broke from the crowd and soon slipped away

in tattered jeans waving red flannel shirt & belt

dry desert human highway roadsigns would melt

charcoal magnetic language

2009-11-12T00:11:00.000-08:00

I'll remember you when it all comes crashin down

all the camping voyages renewing hot coal sounds

when the last of the bread crumbles into crooked crumbs

where a bag of microscopic delerium sings like the sun

or a bandit borrows a stack of records never to return

I'll look back and laugh as it all unfolds into wrinkled yarn

like the time in telluride we danced in rain soaked puddles

reminders of a sketched out charcoal magnetic language

turning the library fines into abstract reaction faces

over the bridge and under the trout corner hide away

where the blue of the night meets the gold of the day

someone is waiting there for the share we can't compare

and the green in her eyes is like prophetic sons of thunder

dripping rain into the pile of songs in a vault of numbers

leaking strange new pain with different joyful blues

words like these can't even begin to expound it all

a purgation of emotions we hear within his imperfect lob

we witness impressed heartstrings from a man named bob

fungus forming dyes

2009-11-11T02:02:00.000-08:00

being held in a color prism I poked my head out

from red orange to green soaked bread blue

the objects would surrender into new shape

becoming the answer to a problematic paste

stuck like my luck would have it decay & waste

I reached with all my existing light lunar pull

feeling offensive splinter japanese garden winters

mossy gown maple tree trunk shade turning around

where gentle songbirds deblinked the sad fevers

filling up from the stream of beaver bad choice

slapping his tail for a show under glad life joys

I painted with a brush thought of purple blue skies

containing a mushroom among fungus forming dyes

a flute sang the will of a new testament torn dream

played from the darting shadow of prospective eyes

more and more of the world moved within the base

textures and writing seemed fueled by the vehicle

instead of drivin or set up for the flight frequent mile

a brand new reason was taking the song for a dance

tile scraped at the wrist of her unspoken evening land

she smiled in content distance holding my wrinkled hand

sending charges of illusive electrodes bending vowels

even from a rubbernecked ring coloring a brown owl

time burned papers that cross east western south

being held in a color prism I poked my head out

a cracked wooden horn

2009-11-10T07:11:00.000-08:00

I looked well within the petal of a lotus

and noticed the faces of many folks

jokes and laughter mixed in shouts

sadness even groups of doubts

joy and pensive eyes like wine

relaxed and smoked upon a vine

eclectic mixtures of strange abstract

opinion lectures and change contract

where fine line tightropes walk the plank

ranks of soldiers with bombing tanks

captains generals priests and poets

golden crowns upon the frog of voters

opera singers island thinkers alike

light that shines time out of minds

songs from a cracked wooden horn

acacia golden arks of details silver worn

resting gnomes residing drunken verse

shores that dream for evaporation worse

teams in green battled boats on the run

shooting purple magnet crumbs in modus

I looked well within the petal of a lotus

a white golden dream ghost

2009-11-10T01:24:00.000-08:00

I walked within the brim of a rain soaked dream

where leaves would change and range in between

like drains dripping fog feeling clear of the coins

rolling along this temporary rubber tire torn

it bounced through the softest pine needle path

simple and sounding quiet as gray still breath

that was held at the anticipation of a deer nearbye

I approached the door of what could easily be heaven

met by a lion in question of a sword expectation

he opened his jaw for me to walk into flesh fear

as it closed I felt awestruck by a red rose hip luck

when a forest edge view explained of something new

falling cascades of rain clogging logs at the crest

so amazed and excited I fogged up my chest

with the last of a white golden dream ghost breath

I leaned my head out to jump into the sacred pool

when a hand on my shoulder warned cruel of the green

as I walked within the brim of a rain soaked dream

neon moons

2009-11-08T15:36:00.000-08:00

visions of a power source in white robes

like missions along the sea board shores

stand out in my view turning ermine skins

wraped careful around a branch of sacred reunion

songs in grace brace for the new light dreams

coming on the gallop of apaloosa spot teams

dust swirled around into a voice taking shape

it went higher and higher as the colors escaped

the smoke from a fire joined in it's other place

eagle shade made an impression on my eye

the smoke met the shade and joined into the dust

still flowing higher in other forms of other beings

greens and purples turning through a magic scene

they pulled at my stomach like the moon on the earth

sailing from the work starving stones left behind

I wailed into the song something racing forward

using soil under barefeet as a coil connection

when a bear dream danced through me

he breathed loud and clear blue neon moons

as the sun joined the early morning star

I awoke with them holding my heart

opportunity tips

2009-11-07T02:15:00.000-08:00

lupine tower shade supplied the expanse

cool evening songbirds move like new hot pants

wranglers branded by a distant 70's commercial

tough and rugged drum soaked barrels of lasting fun

samples enter exits into left over tinfoil trout well done

I hear the cowboy voice of sam elliot echo in caves

speaking of barley malt carts carried away in spades

some strange connection he mentions that is made

or my confused position on his toothpick crooning face

whatever the case it can't be replaced by an old sass

chasing winter comes thinking through the mountain pass

riding a mixed mule packed for a fact filled excursion

well into the chasm of uranium discount communities

loose fit saddle soar morning chore opportunity tips

sinister paddles regained control of this rafting trip

pabst or other hit and miss heavenly chance

lupine tower shade supplied the expanse

dryness rains

2009-11-06T19:35:00.000-08:00

clouds electrolyte

smalltown stereotype

spitting rose lit fire

all along a cliffside wind

dry begins

leaflike and drifting

sifting through the comb

neon fractures wire a dead fuse

burning coils of anti matter

who to spark who to choose

blue meets the room of mirrors

nearer to the source

but of course of course

rules reuse a timescape

faster than we can exist

it just missed my line

as the train rewinds

dryness rains

while confusion stains

my guest guitar

2009-11-06T14:44:00.000-08:00

pastoral time eases into my breathing mind

warming the edge of reaction from lime sour doubt

squeezed from the city of trouble looking into out

I just pack the last of a cracker crumb and rattle on

hummin a tune that breaks into steel guitar moons

won't you come and meet me there under the red sky

we''ll drag through a plow and trade harvest season cows

all for a chance to be free from the tangled distraction

fall waves of cooling heat rollercoasting into winter action

my guest guitar would bless the evening coals in light

where shooting star freightline cars hold me in close

we fly past a field of bread where the buffalo once roamed

think of who could have held the simple stone before

was the cost a reminding boss of late fees unkind

pastoral time eases into my breathing mind

crumbled in the round

2009-11-02T14:40:00.000-08:00

empty pockets and a train leaving town

brown colored weight rusty red under crowns

I dreamed of a roundup along the pastoral fields

edges where the winter bites like barbwire

despair has my ticket to nowhere looking up

a hunger in my belly fires working it's way into pace

used all at one chance to play the hobos painful refrain

with a burning sip of something cheap like grain

the conductor he's weary stuck out on the line

pushing for a reason even he cannot define

keaping the freight train state by state plain

the smell of coal and cow dung ringing bells

I mass for holes in my pants and swelling hands

impossible cold that feeds winter works silver death

gray old ribbons of gimping open stain catch a breath

it all keeps the midnight free to roam the search for sun

sure to pass by the one place anyone calls home

I check for a poem all crumbled in the round

just empty pockets and a train leaving town

ash cake mistakes

2009-11-01T12:35:00.000-08:00

I lit out from Magna trailed by salty dust

eyes would turn and shutter that I used to trust

like bending rusty butter on cold toasted crust

promises in the dark dissolved through light of day

easy answer dancers trained a bridge to hold or fall apart

the sea underneath was steaming inside an icey heart

strange coffin cart cries delivered dry baked goods

smokestack lightning dreams would turn even stella blue

along abstract lazy river roads parrallel a black muddy river

the maker moved the giver into the room for two soldiers

old neon stopsign fly kitchen mountains of the moon dog

folding the cardgame at the old diner reminders of a china cat

sunflower umbrellas yodled like egg yoke soda paste lysergic

impressive dress turned the ugly words into a tye dye mess

while the ticket stub rubbed around in my fry toy pocket no less

opera goat holes sang folk songs along the campfire higher

morning sunlight shined into my mind like scrubbing cleanser

so I cooked ash cake mistakes for the bidding of goodnight

as the dreadful wind and the rain came pouring into my tent

humble the day

2009-10-31T13:32:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-31T12:59:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-30T16:59:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-29T12:24:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-26T14:44:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-24T13:59:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-20T09:52:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-18T13:18:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-17T00:29:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-14T10:00:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-11T13:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-10T13:22:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-09T12:22:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-08T14:29:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-07T11:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-05T08:07:00.000-07:00

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

zaks birthday

2009-09-29T09:39:00.000-07:00

time eases through heartache like snail slow favors

waving the sward of wintery snow geese across edges

turning fire instant breaking points of sulphuric mounds

within the thought of without a shout remains chambered in echoes

zakary the elfling opens his wall for welcome rainfalling birthdays

wake with the song they bring as abstractions recycle the shell

cracked old syrup around the cup stuck to abrubt rental minutes

time keeps the balance asking questions until eventual collapse

laps of snack shack midlake sounds reminding radio heads of gowns

weeping with the section of elderly depression hunkering down for winter

beautiful dark diamond eyes

2009-09-28T10:46:00.000-07:00

it's been a long strange trip sipping tea bargain tips

draped like ruin bread mold raining unspent coins

capes from bandito hero leaps whip the wind clean

rye swirling dry wheat drinks beyond stage floor cages

turning the sleep resighting old odd insightful sages

crime winters beneath a cave under milk white snow

as time tempers flakes of eroding gold

fresh pine breath equals a quote

cases like tin strips revolt pixie hotsprings

jumping over with wings flying dry yellow into white

where her eyes

where her beautiful dark diamond eyes met mine

threesightfright

2008-11-27T18:34:00.000-08:00

seven lampstand eyes collide from exact attacking odor

waving left to right moments vacate these strong themes

back from galactic movement a thanking cartoon is framed

these liquid feet

2008-10-17T12:15:00.000-07:00

what pain descibes the grain like shades

patterns after a machine marked on the blade

could it be free to roam endless in floating death

will we see them there and laugh a new color breath

with a dilluted memory stirred by the fuse to blow

soon for the audience inspired by chains of gold

reactions dance with precision forward bags to deliver

flowing with the rapid moving rythme of a leaning river

bent to one side of a sandy bank breaking erosion under votes

waking to the sound of a train rolling thunder boats

under the brain stem cerebrum contact with angels

I fell back looking deap within dry chalk skate sessions

where the texture was a spine tingling scratch open gate

looking past the future into the last century of debate

all I could realize seemed open to fool proof taste

next it was blessed by the hands of invited guests

where then became now under reactions of a mob crowd

waiting nervous heat stood over these liquid feet proud

a blue world combines our time dreaming upgrade

what pain descibes the grain like shades

three bacteria points

2008-10-17T11:01:00.000-07:00

I fell down the stairs like a violent song of metal

waking to the strings of a clean unforseen dream

asking the strangers if they felt good about things

only to be turned into a bagel faced drink like crevace

how strange these folks become united in the menace

how I love them through opposite direction goal folds

we all fall into the open air blue fading through new decay

the times march sarpant stairways of stone sunny days

gathering storms drench our gills for a relief limping oil

where the moon shakes the sun into a comet on the run

where the position I hold leads to hanging gallow drums

where completion brings thoughts to sing like a compass

just at that exact moment when autumn drops leaf petals

I fell down the stairs like a violent song of metal

stella turns blue

2008-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:00

jumping the gorge going for lumps

turqouise dreams lined new layers

turning blues in through cabin fog

equality backed hearthstone logs

under the sky open clear salty days

gentle beach moments turn brown to fade

a hasselhof knight rider frown spade

eclipsing a true stella turning blue

the dream belted parachute jumps

passing the gorge going for lumps

reformed fun

2008-09-29T12:42:00.000-07:00

all for the glorious victorious

grape-nut shaped face plates

bleeding triumph the insult dog

left on the field of teams blogg

fun was the number one seed

performed with the running breath

dogs attacked our knees blessed

what defines the swet undressed

grass stains sticking to backs

pollen votes on the ballot boat

served with a punch in the face

laughter replaced angry space

explosions respond to the base

slow and smooth upon the roof

with cleet teeth chipped

beyond repair I share blood

for the grass attracts these days

laid into a sandwich speed of bone

reformed like shaping stones

pacific fours

2008-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00

all rain combined together with light fog for pain

a light song that jumped for inward sea dock ideas

next to a still lake communed with the shattering wind

breaking harsh colors over face lines enriched again

sections broke off to remain in a mud puddle ditch

where limping crossed the finish bruise with a roar

soaring leveled wings tipped away in pacific fours

winter chilled a memory of outstretched hands

when new light springs melted almost everything

grand schemes await the new born walking canes

all rain combined together with light fog for pain

birthmarks

2008-09-23T11:29:00.000-07:00

a dusty trail gave way to musty smells of green

pulling me higher into the forest of clean trees

I dreamed into this fog with unspoken words

they became the frame surrounding this trail

a path so astounding it opens new croons away

the mark of birth met eventual peace to die

I placed a handfull of moss within a stone sky

somehow I reached inside the years to see

left pushed right and chipped another break

rain became a river soaking up all dry thought

serving cool reminders in the first page of hot

the trail soaked in water to build another home

where I laid down to sleep the final rhymes

life or death awakes me in a white canvas tent

what was the life I searched for so unseen & spent

where a dusty trail gave way to musty smells of green

the question gripping growth

2008-09-15T13:53:00.000-07:00

someone tried to distract the backpages of a writer

where he could not hold back the attack they threw

he just built words into bones and flesh for the homes

dry bone canyons from the mouth of open blue skies

rewinding the find to be just & absolute mountain time

questions melted away from the decay of reaching roots

they drove the thirst from the mind into rich vine soil

searching the reason behind patronized thinking sign coils

unlike the rule laid down by the law soaked verse

choking on the thirst of empty pocket coats to rain

all the amounts of growing pains burned into the reach

like the leaf on its last flickering tremble in the wind

the words seemed born again and again into the reason

shaping the face of this man into just what he really is

a distorted abstract frequency map of the space between this

backs break Nates crack after the last page contracts into the next

where voices echo right before the words become permanent

to be the word is the joy in the search before finding out why

looking beyond what this is to fill in the vote of artforms

perhaps yours is a different shade or fabric of stormy greys

it could be the tool under the rusty car seat united again

with the nuts and bolt corrosion forgotten in the talent you own

like the raging winds of a mountain being born in your eye stone

behind the mind and working overtime in the sleeping subconcious

brave and bruised beyond what the opinion armies shoot through

the man finds it all coming out with calm from the tips of his fingers

to the fight for the question gripping growth answers even tighter

someone tried to distract the backpages of a writer

the vice grip imprint

2008-09-01T22:02:00.000-07:00

heat wave paragraph pardons form a connection

the next temple of heaven unloads the parallels

performing dance under dangerous home trails

a man stands uninspired by the joke jostled croon

waking thousands until grapevine woods unravel

unspoken memories that rest upon a good bargain

old times rust under tools left in the rain mistakes

simple but odd fools belted out the reason shake

worlds left grain seeds like reaction upon knees

all changing the collective word spoils before these

every situation that is near them understates

over broken gold plates relating to a clean break

waiting saves enter through the thought of lakes

open minds heal a rose fading wheel away from

time that bothers the fenced up mind uniting

every person who could face a drive combining

spice or crime to reach the vice grip imprint

the rest is left to come wheeling through the mud

mushing the rotted log rampart waving lame starts

just at the nick of green lime colored charts

strange folks feel the mounting strange rejection

heat waves paragraph pardons for a connection

dot solved codes

2008-08-31T10:52:00.000-07:00

fungi fused reused brain stains for a floral arrangement bound for a different way of looking

at the position we stand direclty under shade trees to break up the monopoly crew that

boiled kitchen browsing finger batter spreading moldy mounds of feather weather stooped

under loud speaker announcing ridicule that points the rule weight heavy on the ground

setting down the imprint like bigfoot plaster casts that detract from the true eye freedom

we sing toward your unstoppable dribbling penetration post that rips the rebound worlds into

undulating ghost springs wrote to vacate reactions secret notes left over from august crushes

breaking uneven into the rooms full of mirror deception fuels costing a million unwanted mules

resting at last the night stood to the incredible star traces connecting the dot solved codes

absent obsolete

2008-08-31T08:29:00.000-07:00

something crossed what was lost in the driving rain

it seemed to reflect old open factories of grain

like the wheat seat saturation braves to sing around

tree sap shapes of men & women to retire breathing winds

straight into a pool of saving life born all new blue again

from a reason that was placed renting night trading days

blue darkened into sleepy gray slipping in the magic way

brought on through a heaven on the wing of a river

the new look eden teams you don't expect to deliver

thrown away and steamed for the face of a pore sting

more and more and more the door clangs rusty screams

drops to particles of red into building this purple hour

the maid dried the olive soaked breaking tin to devour

a mind searches well within the reach of absent obsolete

all the falls fell at once to unite folly into wood

preaching of the evil under the resting light of good

someone in the night cried a swet of old tired pain

somewhere from the pattern time in time contained

something crossed what was lost in the driving rain

waiting for bob

2008-08-31T00:35:00.000-07:00

I'll be around here waiting for you

where rain soaks through the night

breaking up the sun stroke chain days

pulling from a deap sleep in roots

waking clay pots stand to put on wet boots

for the king of them all fell from the sky

folding the shape of changes chewing dry

bending the dulcimer fiddle dead arm

behind the boatmans ballroom charms

the lady smiled a new peace from one

love from a heart swimming within you

will the rain decide the tree spent hide

where distortion layers into fabric sides

splitting up the dishes under tye dies

reflection waved the vision into blue

I'll be around here waiting for you

lights on through

2008-08-19T13:05:00.000-07:00

the attic shaft lights on through

up to unspoken rooms of fading color

broken boxes in window stain glass sneaze

at last the fast is fueled to renounce eaze

into brave door entry trap slugger bats

although it turns smiling singles out a bold right

we break for dealing up card game fights

expounding quiet mentions soon inspect

unfolding all the right angle rectangle views

the lines step up toward the tree of time

combined rocks of spanish moss caves

the night fades the light into blue

the attic shaft lights on through

word frosting

2008-08-18T14:29:00.000-07:00

injecting the word frosting

laser breaking chilly crossings

holy in their astounding jump

broken bags of limit shaping hose

spent on the old crippled white rose

boiling bedroom newspaper croons

understanding every shade in bloom

we gather at the gates for a break brewing two

another moment of blue colored praise

waves of light shatter these empty days

digits count how much this is costing

injecting the word frosting

day bakes

2008-08-17T15:20:00.000-07:00

bones buried the old pipes

stone memories petrified

bronze having turned golden

all the miles mark a new road

broken down engine souls

cold and available eyes

limping into the final line

finished from the whistle down

setting boats upon water mounds

light reflections bent the brow

direction under pressure

before the tow connects

we listen to the dress

it whips into the winds

where echo stirs the star

reaching beyond

feathers in the tar

crawling up close

the winds rewrote

warm windows eye the vote

inspiration meanders open

cool and creeping clear

the moisture breaks through

the clouds ring in showers

day bakes pass by an hour

old weight

2008-08-08T13:21:00.000-07:00

old weight pulled

pure snow groves

breaking into gold

like sold comfort stores

uncovering the verse line

unseen signs roll clear behind

maps soon revealed the gel

final eyes break the collapse

a ripple rips light quiet waves

unseen signs roll clear open safes

behind maps of odd reason form

final eyes melt the collapsing storm

old weight pulled

pure snow groves

pouring through although

to field the answer fears

hours break the sunlight

to germinate the night

candle eruption

2008-08-06T17:22:00.000-07:00

giagantic brows of needle point pores glimmered before the fuse

catching rainbow scales under the escaping shapes of a storm

just when the wind brings the beginning to unspoken forms

on the toungue the moment before spoken it shapes itself in

drapes about the window sent from a brave new positioned grin

the smile that turns the normal eye into the laughing wild

destined to under estimate the estate of a swimming style

the ruins fed a brave plate to the king like wiggling words

dripping through the filter of rest into the playing nest

the wings confessed beyond the truth of what was understood

spirals shook the sky with the prancing of a roman candle eruption

peeking into a void space creating their own noise calling spark

waking brakes quaked in for the reaction of thunder calls

where water falls beyond the weight into the other brain box

the serviced wire left to spark home invasion fires for rain socks

remains claimed the thought at the end of lunch breaking crews

gigantic brows of needle point pores glimmered before the fuse

the nesting desire

2008-08-05T09:38:00.000-07:00

as I step into the midnight haze saving star signal brushfire of reaction

the portal opens into a vast cavernous system of cold sequence in sea action

turning through the foamy brine to behave above the sweeping saves

where new open air is the link to old breaths of moss and salt smells

the fish jumping into the passing baskets while cleaning themselves

preparing their own demise under the sacred sun to help the process

praying to magnify our excursion and give hope without resistance

until the breaking sea became the cloud and bowed out of the fruit incident

to join weeping raindrops in the pushing winds of the highest mountain

landing along the path or above in the lap of a nesting music interest

the grandest old cat jumped along the spirit path to catch winged bats

we sing under rolling caves beneath the falls humming with the old chant

looking through the cool brook to spy rainbows inside like jewels of a dream

darting to and fro without the trouble that remained to be seen on a plate

gardens cleared into the pastoral face of ambiguity fading into odder states

the song expired floating to higher levels of heaven under desire written over inspired with all my heart

elizabeth cotton

2008-08-04T13:56:00.000-07:00

old bones on a ton of soul

major blues art inspired

the weight of the freight

rolling around the bend

shovel in the lines of coal

old bones on a ton of soul

elizabeth cotton drops in

the train framed new songs

to open and uncover a wrong blue

or prepare to discover the new shade

all my heart and mind goes to you

I fell at your feet as you sang the rain

I could only then begin to see

really contain your honest pain

a freight train rolled inside me then

when elizabeth cotton dropped in

lupine prosperous-gripping roots

2008-08-03T20:11:00.000-07:00

panguitch town oh panguitch town

never have you let me down

the swooping sages form a breath

with windy frozen mountain swifts

language sings the land of old big fish

lupine prosperous paradise abounds

panguitch town oh panguich town

gripping roots into the fused

few flew around the nature news

what brings back a wet soaked eye

or drops the sky from grayish sighs

under tunnel grounds reused

gripping roots into the fused

front porch repairs

2008-08-02T08:27:00.000-07:00

old stone faces smiled on the porch a daily walk bends through a songbird town for the cane I course the dewy grounds it times the ryhmes inside my mind with the band leading songs of gold the flavor of the old wine shapes they come to dream of the walking pace it sets the tone for a brink on the edge it storms into fields of color looking in somehow it now begins to search the deap with the other eyes of a right field sun glare a ball comes descending too fast for the blind catch but something let the skin be found in the leather it burned weight in the glove feeling like a ton this last time looking into the beeming sun the walk drops through the bridge out of town along the old hobo path wheels can't be found so I turned for the line left to draw it called for the watercolor space of night left behind where the steps decide up or down this walk has dreamed me out of a dry bone town I felt the other hands holding this torch where old stone faces smiled on the porch

the window

2008-07-30T06:16:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-29T13:39:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-13T01:17:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-12T00:16:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-11T18:04:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-10T23:03:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-08T23:51:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-07T23:58:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-06T09:33:00.001-07:00

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

2008-07-02T00:32:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-01T00:11:00.001-07:00

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

elevation sense

2008-06-29T08:39:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-27T15:00:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-26T22:49:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-25T11:40:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-23T06:57:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-22T10:12:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-21T14:42:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-19T09:54:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-18T05:46:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-17T04:19:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-15T17:44:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-14T08:43:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-13T19:59:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-13T08:21:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-12T09:26:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-12T07:09:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-11T04:11:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-10T07:28:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-07T07:17:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-05T14:23:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-05T05:51:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-04T05:55:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-03T06:40:00.001-07:00

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

2008-06-02T07:16:00.001-07:00

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

healing power of the raven bundle

2008-05-31T02:56:00.001-07:00

I felt sick at the edge of polluted fields where the raven bundles up despaired fear he caws in the echo of countless streams passing the beaver dam drowning scene beyond the winds whipping brave eagle peaks straight into the solarplexis sunlight reach pulling out the chords attached to gripping pain the pollution screens the scrape of pure wild recalling the thoughts of bent sad styles contained in the caws where a cave dreams a gentle smoke cleans the air around freedom it searches hearts and minds to feel through battered and breaking the remains in two breathing rebounds the prick of the thorn with sacred songs clearing out a cold storm riverside shamans found my new power shield where I felt sick at the edge of polluted fields