this park closes at dusk.

our lies are written by our souls,
and our eyes see it all.
we can experience love in an instant.
stars will tell you when it is going to rain.
and the sweet songs of birds at night
will certainly fill your brain.
close your eyes and count to five.
this world is beautiful.
it's yours and mine.

bug.

honeycombs, funeral homes and sunset eyes.
the ocean will swallow us whole,
so promise to hold on to my fingers tight.
don't be afraid, we've got each other.
moon light dances, disco moms and a white van,
pay me twenty five cents and you can come in.

clock

when the clock ticks
my mind wanders
it goes to places 
my own soul don't 
even know.

i wish i could sing the way you play.

stuck between two nails like a piece of wood
my love belongs to my king,
but my soul is forever alone.
no one can fix that.
only i will understand.
so don't get sad, wipe 
those tears dry. my mind
is all ours. my body will dance 
above you on this strange night.
i will love you forever.

meet me in wonderland.

keyboards singing us love songs.
 we walk down the trail together.
tress lead the way.
 insects dancing at our toes.
flowers smiling and bees humming.
summer in wonderland is
what i need with you.

strawberry jam

reaching for the sunlight cus i cant see it.
Saturday is in one more week
and my child is on his way back from Texas.
they offer free wisdom and love don't miss the bus
it's free with one smile.

poem.

making banana bread.
purple lipstick.
grass grows slow in america.

hiking a little while ago...loove moss !

from a hike a little ago...

poem.

Bla, bla, bla

I want to die 

I want to punch someone in the eye.

me... today...

...

One day. Far, Far away.

I want to isolate myself to where the babies sleep and

Where the blue birds sing. I want to be alone in the woods.

And I want to feel the wind blow through my soul’s brain.

I want to breathe and smile because I am alive. The earth

Is alive.  I want to isolate myself in a log cabin far, far away.

Where only the wild things play and the crows over watch. 

The best part about this is being alone and finally happy.

if only, if only the world was bologna.

resist. 

 

One more year till her age is the title of our favorite DMB song.

Today is my mother’s birthday and my father has been dead for almost 20 years. 

Celebrate, we will. Because life is unpredictable, just like this day. Right in front me of my eye, I can tell you are blind. Sip on some wine today, for she will be forty. Take her out to dine cus it’s her birthday. This lady is fine.

I remember you. 

This poem is about a man I met in New York.

Stranger than a pineapple, and he loves me like a lamb.

I know where you don’t live, because you are a traveling man.

The way the clouds look, remind me of your smile.

Your eyes are brown, like mine and the cow down the aisle.

I don’t mind late night shower beers or your skateboard.

My brain stores you in my memory; I know you are still here.

Don’t hate me because I am a girl, talk to me because you intrigue me still.

I think that will last as long as the Earth is round. I like the way you

look through your brow. I know you are here, not near. But I still

remember you exist. 

The you smell makes me smile.

I fall in love over and over again every time I smell you.

It brings me back to that night of whiskey and records.

It reminds me of happiness sinking in after a long day,

It reminds me of sunsets on the beach. I can’t explain

The smell I smell. But I fall in love over and over again; 
Every time I smell you. 

I love this photo.. if you look close enough in the bubble you can see my human body and the trees of the forest surrounding me.

Breathing.

Screaming on the top of my lungs.

Seeing only orange and dreaming about peaches.

The difference between me and she?

I’m real human, these are my ideas.

Don’t be sad because I speak the truth.

You’ve got nothing to lose.

Go outside and watch the sun shine and have a sip of whiskey

Pray for my being tonight while your todays fall into place.

 MaryJane Left and Now I can’t Find Her.

Dear Jane,

Where’d you go?

Your parents are worried sick and your tears are cold as snow.

My mind is so thick can’t stop thinking,

control your breathing.

My nose is bleeding.

The scarecrows are leaving

Dear Jane, where’d you go?

My mother teases and says you ran away.

Tell me that’s not the truth.

I’m going to pour myself a glass of water and hang around.

Please come home soon.

 poem.

The pigs will greet us while we stare down on earth.

The doors love, thicker than molasses

And they won’t open till next April.

Ma called in all the chickens, only none came.

Don’t wear sad eyes near her today.

Wondering how high we will be.

The clouds sink into my gills.

The water is still.

My mind is still, the earth is still at once.

Records spinning backwards, dance moves backwards.

Poem.

If you want to connect the dots between you and I.

Meet me down on Main before sunrise.

If you don’t  want to see you mother cry,

grab that corn and shred its’ husk.

Sideways.

Zippers to the left

Black and white

Made in the USA.

standing on top of the world... ft. dRock

these could be repeats... going through old photos.. the time dRock and I broke into house 129

i love the woods