::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, February 28, 2009


in early morning quiet

 I try to fall asleep

and pass the hours silently,

I listen to you breathe.

cold winter outside my window,

with a cloudless clear black sky,

and with one star shining brightest

I contemplate this life.  



they used to call me wizard

not so long ago

I’d use this mind to make them soar

and with their bread I’d learn some more

They used to call me teacher





and now my name’s been changed again

I’m broken, dangerous

But he will call me love

and that’s all that there is

and with his breath I rise again

from a soul once very dead.


sick at the mere thought 

of anything darin to hurt you 

I say a quick prayer

to a God who may have left this world 

and hope for your soul that he hasn't


with tears in these eyes 

I work harder to control 

this body which shakes 

beneath grief unknown to 



and as grief turns to rage 

I wonder why it is 

he ain't runnin yet. 

Friday, February 27, 2009

Lost in the hunting

Lost in the hunting

eyes mist

as you land that

final kiss

determined to walk away from


Lost in the hunting

skin shivers

as you climb that

final step

determined to continue on


in this cold

Thursday, February 26, 2009


crunch stale almonds on

pearly whites while wondering

volatile dinner.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Futile Fidelity

Grit the teeth


                 hammer falls

Hard on a lost cause




Eyes focused above 


                   salvation hovers



too late


The Goal

I long for a time

without form,


when nothing is everything

what's everything?

before life there was darkness

in darkness there was


sparking this life

some questions arose.

with multiverse theories abound

I wonder

which parallel gave us the ground

on which I now stand and ponder around

forming science

with all of its theories and laws

that somehow fit in to the ultimate cause

and this life is but one that perpetuates

the clear goal, still,

to proliferate

Monday, February 23, 2009


I speak words

that hurt this soul

cutting deep to remove that

love, like a cancer

walk away

fogetting to breathe

icy air that chokes the throat

somewhere in the darkness

a single tear


Saturday, February 21, 2009

Love like a cancer. . .

laugh loud and lilting
you sing with sparkling eyes
take a moment
smiling eyes
wonder at reasons
but respect decisions
the not so hidden thoughts
of mind and soul
can't fill
drive away
even with you
close but distant

I'm still alone.

words fill my mind
hours later I dissect
every glance
not with regret
you tried to understand
without knowing
attempt to comprehend

love without expecting
but wanting all along

handle being broken
so long.

I go on alone
each day one step one time
I recall my training -
wake and thank the morning
and wonder at the night

Heart palpatations
with this
love like a cancer,
I'm losing and I'm not sure I care.
This medicine's too strong 
my will is weak 
I watch your smile 
and know defeat
I wake 
and thank 
the morning,
and wonder at the night.

Friday, February 20, 2009




far far away




I walk
slow forward
one step
more now
plain emotion
pain's devotion
present motion

life paused
ice melt
dice thrown
twice known

far far away

division hurts
mind wins
body wants
soul needs
mind relents

This choice
life again


Don't ruminate.
lose the dread
and laugh at the tough
cause darlin I know its rough
but light =  fight
or maybe flight
and which ever way
you turn
I'll be by your side

I may poke and prod 
and urge you along
cause I've seen your Magic
your brains and your love
for the life that you've worked
so hard to make clear

So I'm here holding you 
up when you slip and slide
along this path on which we've tried
so hard to glide, hand in hand, side by side, 
I'm here. 

Keep breathin love,
cause the sky won't fall down today, 
not when I'm holdin it up this way. 

(For Amanda)

Thursday, February 19, 2009


Lost in dreamtime
reflection of my own mind
piano plays constantly
changing growing arpeggios
grow louder until
the world is silenced
and all that remains
are these thoughts.

Recognize the pattern hidden
beneath the ramblings
of one mind clashing against another
stubborn opposition
will not change my position
and the beat carries me to the stratosphere
I fear the ionosphere
won't let me back down
as I lose my footing
in this search for ground

faint notes of fading arpeggios
lead me back to reality
where you remind me again
that I'm wrong.


Friday, February 13, 2009

Lets Play Like

we're grown
off on our own
livin and lovin
like it just ain't nothin

Lets Play Like
we're real
like we know how we feel
as the wind swept us up
in this fantasy game

Lets Play Like
we're brave
like we're here to save
somthing important

but we don't understand
that this game has two hands
one that lifts us 
high into air 
where we breathe
sweet dreams and time machines
one that brings us back down
to the cold uneven ground
and reality reminds us
that love alone
aint enough to 
to provide the stuff
we'll need to survive
that game


a cat
fights in the alleyway
screams as a bite
tears precious flesh
from a face
thin and scarred
from lessons
in wisdom
on the street

Monday, February 9, 2009


awake and wonderin 
i listen to the song 
you sang to me that day 
when everything was wrong

music like a memory
brings your face to mind
and here i am

awake and wonderin
alone with the silence
the emptyness within

softly singing
breath against cool skin
i close my eyes, recalling
you're here with me again

i smile dispite myself
lookin in your eyes
and wonder how a person
can feel so alive

Saturday, February 7, 2009


years of evolution
recall the bitter cold
ancestral hairs raise up
against a skin of pale gold

this is no solution
though the effort does persist
and yet I will survive
against cold winter's wish

Friday, February 6, 2009


With just a brief


into the world

with life as short

as mine, it's easy

to remember

life still

will end, with time.

My purpose her is simple,

to proliferate

my species

much to your delight.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Study of a Soul

I study your face

finding piercing blue eyes

that hold some unanswered question.

My heart breaks again

as I watch you smile

away the thoughts

on your mind.

You stare right back into my eyes.

One second goes by

like a hundred years

While I struggle to turn my eyes

away from the mind

that so intrigues mine,

wondering who it was that you saw

when you looked into my soul.

There are many faces

wandering there

their own thoughts battle

the one

who, working to

maintain control

finds her grip slipping on this

young soul.

Born in an age where control is above

all else

--the means to survive

only those who persist

with the strength of an old mind


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

For the love of the world.

The species Homo sapiens has unarguably made the largest impact upon the Earth. By shaping and reshaping its landscapes, manipulating biological and chemical processes, and exploiting the species we share the biosphere with, humans have made the Earth their own. This possession comes with a responsibility to cultivate, care and repair—but without a united understanding of the importance of this responsibility the Earth will eventually have to fight back on its own. With ice, fire and rain, the balance will eventually be regained until the next dominant species becomes too greedy as well. The retribution has already begun; those who have realized this are fighting to educate the remainder of the species, to instill the knowledge and appreciation of the Earth and its systems in the young, with hope that they have time yet.

Good vs. Evil?

In the fight to survive
there are only two sides,
them versus us.
Who are we to define
who is that ultimate devine
in the battle between them versus us?
To them we are evil
and to us they're the same,
and to not pick a side is to most just insane.
Between worlds the evils always seem to change,
but a person can get lost in the darker shades of gray.
The innocents in either world are always the same,
and somehow they also make the easiest prey.