Self
touch
Love
Touch
Good
touch gentle flow
Deep
Touch
Wonder
touch
magic touch inside the lines
Healthy
Touch
flirty
touch
Invisible
Touch
Feathered signs
Thank you
Touch
Waking
touch
Self touch
Love

Self
touch
Love
Touch
Good
touch gentle flow
Deep
Touch
Wonder
touch
magic touch inside the lines
Healthy
Touch
flirty
touch
Invisible
Touch
Feathered signs
Thank you
Touch
Waking
touch
Self touch
Love
The kind that shakes your core
Makes you discover the best of yourself
and the worst of yourself.
Have you ever been in love?
Place another person’s well being above your own
The strength of the We better than the interest of the I
Have you ever been in love?
When silence and talking are both a welcomed event
Activity and boredom is paradise when done together
Have you ever been in love?
Made plans for tomorrow and infinity
Shined the light beyond yourself
Revealed the deepest heart
If you’ve ever been in love?
Keep it close
Hold it tight
Wrap all that is grateful in appreciation
To always being
In love
That voice from deep inside
Swimming
Swatting
Pushing through
Turned upside down
Inside out
Tearing and treading
Snippets of sideways conversation
Building gold out of coal
Diamond shaped recognition
Blinding the dashboard
With safety lights turned on
Wind chimes heard faintly
Worms upon the surface
Barefoot and lonely
Peaceful and knowing
Logic to believe what can’t be seen
Faith to see what rings true
Gathering up fuzz balls to make it all new.
The dance
fits of circles
Leading nothing
To no-where
To now
That country
This leader
This conflict
Fighting nothing
At no-where
To now
This city
Our family
The friendship
Lifting nothing
In no-where
To now
Your demons
Left hidden
Glossed over
Gives nothing
Gets no-where
Right now
Your back pat
False feeling
Hollow guestures
Grows nothing
For no one
Right now
Changes
Left idle
Pushed under
Ignites no one
For no-where
Right now
War is never the answer. BORED WIT IT!!!
A little seed planted in the ground searching for the water buried beneath the layers upon layers of brown.
Separated by the color of dermis ornamenting each variety of flavors.
Trial and error to baste the roots today, some flourish; some die and others do its bit to suck in just enough to hold onto the sun.
Storms and frost keeping it all in check so as to level the field turned up for what.
A desert breeze runs down a thoughtless seagull at the mercy of driving to fast. Speckled red hitting the pavement.
She tells me to shut up for cheering her on as the ball makes contact with the bat; probably a projection of what I used to believe so naively when the maiden went snooping into my diary.
Sad face unnoticed by saving what we can this drought season before winter sets in.
Stalking the worms from the silk meant to be boiled and burned for my grandmothers recipe to open the lungs, yet her convincing tone sets others to see it a different way.
Locked into the work of the day and none the wiser to all forms of germination happening during the night. Narrated by supernovas and black holes.
Honey pots and strawberry guava ripe for the picking at the end of the bend, with no effort that our hands had spent on valley and acres ready to be put to bed.
Hissing wild echos chasing imprints of imagination under the covers, safe in the warmth and screened in for everyone’s comfort.
Searching for meaning with kaleidoscopes and newspapers screeching songs no longer heard by any sensible logic, enjoyed tenderly in those pages of his diary.