Friday


watches

They are hiding our secrets in the skies
No one here can take me out of this place
No one here has a disguise
I am not scared and I am not mad
I will stand my ground here
I will stand my ground

Wednesday


Torr with a glass eye.

If I had a glass eye I could 
watch the ravens glide across the midnight sky.

If I had a glass eye I could 
read all the true crime books published on the countryside.

If I had a glass eye I could 
watch the stars burn deeper than veins, in the black sea of sky.


Centuries without peonies.
The way you move,
The breeze between your teeth and cheeks
Your tongue, where words dance and fly
Shuffle your shoes, get in the groove.
Just let it all hang loose. There is love in
This room. For you, I will hold the moon’s
Light and love you at night. I will dance across
The sea, until my feet turn sore. For you, I
Will leave my hair long, so you can love be
Before dawn. The way you move, is why
I love you.

Tuesday


New Moon.

Step into nature.
Slow down.
Slow your brain down.
Slow as a caterpillar crawl.
Slow your mind down.
Slow down.
Shake your worries to
The breeze.  Breathe in
Rhythm with the ocean’s
Waves.
Slow 
Down.


Poem.

Little thoughts that make me hungry
When time seems to empty, the sea gets angry
Ashore, my mind sits with the turtle eggs and sand
Deep down, beneath the tide, a world to explore
A place to be, with the seahorses and shells
Dance under the moonlight where the sea meets
The horizon and the bees come out to play
There is a special warm breeze and a feeling
Of happiness. Before the sea eats the land, before
The people suffocate the Earth and the clouds
Eat the stars. Dive into the sea and fine love.


a banana peel.

This dude I know smells like worms,
And has a loose front tooth.
He rides the bus to work every day.
His favorite snack is ice cream and he
Has a great first name.
Leonard.

Sunday

believe in love 

The bonfire that burns, I fell in love with the fire long ago
Long before you and I, long before the river danced and the trees sang.
Stand still, your roots make a home in the Earth while the birds play
With your hair. I’d love to love you while the stars burn and the
Music plays. Promise to love me even on days when I break.