untitled - fall 2006

there is thunder, but no rain.
clouds a rustic dream,
the night, an eerie color
whose wind carries a maniacal feeling.
the marrow of my bones
ache at the sadness of the sky
where gods and goddesses
lament about their power.
measuring strength through each lightning bolt.
while i lay here,
so possessed by the sounds,
a mixture of sighs and darkness.
light,
lightning
where has the magic gone?
the water drops, more violent
souls come in strong on a night like this.
smiles are declined,
but not forever lost.
the leaves shiver,
relying on a mood,
just another day.
it's the same reliance that keeps
this thread untangled.
illusions to keep me company.


his fear lays at the foot of my bed,
so well read and mysterious.
it consumes my mind into a false reality.
no, i don't want to leave you,
i'll carry you with me always.
if somehow i do not return,
you will never be gone.
our emotion is much too strong.

Our Record

my effervescent dream
of beauty and Buddha;
of love and ever evolving shadows.
your ripple has no form.
as you shout
'were connected, you see?!'
well, be that as it may, baby
but i'm only as connected to you
as i am to the music playing loudly on the speaker.
it's somethin' beautiful
that plays over and over
again in my head.
teasin' my thoughts,
tappin' my toe,
and wiggling my hips.

the beat that accompanies
the words that i write.
the love,
still under covers at the end of the night.
the records starts to skip
and i begin to wonder...
where is the music going?
where are we going?
the record spins,
you drop the pin,
we listen to our song...

Love Song #1

For now I'll close my book
where all my thoughts are kept.
I keep repeating myself,
a question mark hangs over my head.
My soul is still spinning
from the first night we met.
It spun a beautiful song and dance,
and now it spins in doubt.
A new day begins,
and again without you.
How long 'til I realize
it's not me you're looking for.
The butterflies that danced
inside my heart and stomach
have danced their way on out.
It hasn't been the same since the waterfall.
Your face is in the shadows,
with our love and music.
Passion is unfinished,
leaving this song at
...

Love Song #2

I don't want to figure it out,
I would like,
if I may to lay alone with you.
You don't have to talk,
just lay by my side.
I know I may lay alone,
with you in my head.
I know what I feel,
I want to lay with you in the flesh.
Though you sit there coldly,
sipping on your tea.
I know a lot is in there,
but you won't tell me.
So I'll smoke my cigarette here
to pass the time.
Maybe see an old friend of mine,
I'll slur my drunken speech
to my guitar I play for you always.
My heart for you is in darkness,
and I'm damn near out of words
to say to you...
I'll stand at your doorstep today,
the word of love is universal,
I will tell you the word today.
But for now I will sit,
and lay alone with you in my head
and think of the word I will say to you.

Love Song #3

Babe I know,
but I've got no clue.
Life dealt you cold,
leavin' you blue.
Soundin' old,
baby I'll be here with you.

Loved the nights
under your spell
baby, you've got rights
so please do tell.

Windows are open,
it's hot as hell.
Let your words
wrap around in your hair.

Weave them through,
leave it to me
I'll do you right,
as good as I can be.

My words to you,
they linger in the air.
Will they reach you someday?
Honey, I don't know.
Send you a letter
to show you love,
I'll be there.

Spending our nights
at the park
Day after day
it's getting dark.
Play your song,
play it all night long.

Reveal your thoughts,
baby tell 'em to me.

Love the way you speak,
love your smile,
love the way you make me weak,
and I love your style.
But I don't love the way
you're leavin' me here in the dark.

Just a Doodle.

My mind is a butterfly.
It flies right by,
this is a ramble,
my guitar plays by itself.
Jeepers is my heart.
I strum along,
my thoughts
flutter by and play
you a song.
A butterfly song,
'cause I forgot what it was
I was thinking.
But it flies right by.
Minding my own tune.
Over somewhere near the moon.

Beat-Beat-BeatniK.

Jacks always in a mood,
but a cool mood.
Allen's got personality,
while Bill practices his aim.
Neal only wants to go
-further-.
I saw Ferrlinghetti on Haight
just the other day.
C. Bukowski on his
drunk up soapbox, he professes,
'I was Born Into This...'
Kesey was higher than the stars.
Beat-Beat-BeatniK.

Spirits, you've got 'em.

I used to wish I was a
Native American;
Headress at the pow-wow.
The show goes on
with eminate improvisation.
The epic kiss, war cries,
goodbye.
Showtune curls,
lavender smoke paints the sky
in the nearly empty backlot. -Zoot suit hats,
the great tragedy,
The scene rolls by,
the masterpiece music shines
an immaculate fire in the
hearts of us all.
Intermission is here,
changing into Romeo's finest...
now about the war.
Those warmen,
gathering like wasps at sea.
The Native Americans were right...
what human being
says land should be owned? -
The Dharma Karma meditates above
your silly dream.
The five-&-dime store clerk
offers up a smile,
says
'smiles are on the house!'
The girl with the music always in her,
she sings to you in the skylight tonight.
Were all holy gestures,
blowing in the wind.
She sings by the fire,
with all the music she's got in her.

People-watching, briefly.

As I sit here today, the ones that I see.
A mess of smiles and you without.
We sit there in tranquility,
not a single word spoken
and I begin to think...

They sit there, peaceful.
Foreheads bulging with knowledge.
Some walk, graceful.
An almost airy presence of beauty abroad.
Often with an inner battle,
the angry man grins with pride.
All souls are holy, lonely, and dark.
The few who sleep,
and those forever dimly lit.
Though the awakened overpower the dark,
and in light they dwell.