My windows slidescape at a furious pace
As little sentinels wave from overlooked nooks.
I’m a road warrior when the times get hard
But this is summer now, and these long backs
And bikini tracks are keeping me easy
With two shades of cool running down the side of
A sweating growler called picnic in the park.
I’m laying naked in her presence,
She’s entangling my mind as her long legs
Reach straight up at mine.
We biked here because our history depends on it,
So tempered with that, we find it irresistible
To not heed the folly in pushing sweet Gaia away,
Which, to those of us who mind the traffic,
Becomes about as obsolete as this empty bottle of summer.
Category: agape
Passion Journey (day 1535)
This road carries the weight
Of a passing song;
Our fearless warrior carried on.
Deep as jungle screams at dusk,
A dusty trail stays hidden but not gone.
A road turns its wiles away.
Heavy hearts jump and start to say:
Adventure is this journey’s end!
Press forth into within,
Make passion journey’s beginning song.
Golden Lotus (day 1534)
Peaceful arches emanate from my heart
Like a golden lotus from this earth
And with my love it will bloom again
Into eternal heaven’s sweet view.
Hand Stamped (day 1533)
This works along the outlier,
A hard gamble with two cigarettes
Dangling loosely in his left hand.
This pulls hard on conscience’s trigger;
Chrome circles and hand stamped VOID
Letting his tight heart
Make shadow puppets on a busy street corner.
This walks home lonely,
Clip-clopping a sweet tap-tap-song out
With rats and harmonized spray cans
Keeping alley cats tempered.
Return (day 1528)
Return my mouth of suffering;
Return to a place where a brook lightly flows,
Where footsteps – delicately laid –
Digress with foggy mountain hillsides
Tangled deep amidst rose bushes,
Willow whips, cedars wide and pine needles fallen.
Return my mind to awake and aware,
Where fluttering wings present
Gusts of wind amidst tiny chatter from illustrious nutcrackers.
Return me to my home –
Nestled among wild things,
For ohana lives there.
Namaskar, Namaskar, Namaskar.
Marigold (day 1527)
I was a gale, like others could,
I came to life ever so lived.
And in the wandering hours I had,
I chanced upon a new found friend
Who wore the colors of my heart
Up and down her train of thought.
And in the evening sun we beamed,
Her every moment flowed and went,
At once nestling amongst her friends,
Then alone, betwixt my hand and hers.
We sat in silence for a while,
Adjusting and detecting all,
Like a playful waltz in time,
My marigold, at last, was mine.
Inner Relief (day 1526)
The inner relief of my contemplative mind
Shakes like an ever revolving ceremony;
A lighthouse glimmering at dusk.
Inwardly I know.
Inwardly I wish for a safe standard
That holds my hand and lifts equal parts
Harmony, equal parts awareness
To a region just above my Cronus,
Just above this inner guide
Traveling a while next to me.
Wander (day 1521)
Do you wander with me?
Do you stretch skyward
And lick your lips
In keen awareness and focus?
Do you step lightly
And avoid puddles
And identify trees and shrubs
That each have purpose?
I want to be you,
And am you.
Pitter Patter (day 1519)
Can you hear
Slow pitter patter
Of important
Heart matters
That restlessly
Find chitter chatter?
I heard of a girl
Who stole a mind
Left it for
Another kind.
Eenie meanie
Popped and grind.
Shifting Euphemisms (day 1517)
I lick at edges of society
To turn deep thoughts
Into euphemisms
That linger into silence
Directly following hearty laughter
With jaws dropping, gaping
Unblinking eyes staring
Without disgust, no,
With pure attraction
And desire burning
Deep into this heart.