Tuesday, December 31, 2013

For my days are consumed like smoke...

I am like a pelican of the wilderness

I am like an owl of the desert

words from that one hundred and second psalms

 ...and thy years shall have no end

Monday, December 30, 2013

...and the dog by his side

he kneels in the dark
in the shadow of the spires
in the passes by of liars
bones bent over stone
and streets dim with despair
his empty hands waits
and wants
and longs
his heart a silent bell
tolling and unknown hell
hidden by the city gates
beating out a sound
a humbled pride
one day will abound
and the dog by his side

circles unbroken
life is full of perceptions of disconnection,
but it's all circles,
though the clocks are sometimes not wound as tightly,
and we are all made of gears of varying degree,
and when the new moon is put rightly,
all these moments circles back to thee. 

Strange? yes it is and was, even we climbed the stairs,
or when I too walked in Prague, and you were there... 

Inxs-Never Tear us Apart (complete version)

from steps in LA
to stones and bones of CZ

Friday, December 27, 2013

the bride comes at night

the groom waits on the holy hill
above the city,
the city that sleeps
in deaths dream
fallen in the darkness
but in the shadow still
the wedding bond
brings together
the lost with the found
and the communion of body with bone,
in the morning bright
the name,
the white stone

Friday, December 20, 2013

The Soft Roaring...

In Munich
where I met with the new unknown
the I don't know
the silent self
the next to sex
the truth
the endless other
like the river
over and over again
new and temporary stream
the empty only filled
by the source in a dream
then quietly
drawing and sketching
telling the story
the experience seen
and through the ink
the invisible
the inconceivable

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Prague inside Prayer

I walk with my lonesome soul
past the scream of the tormented mind
the female falling
with devil in hand
spills of  ink
the twisted self
smoke in the breath
stone carved street
the near smell of death
and wandering thoughts
and wandering feets
meet the cold December night
in the shadow of spires and liars
to drink pure the
excellence of  a walk through a sketch
and revel slow
 I exist

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Stripes and Stripes and Stripes

heal the line
between the relations
close the distance
the line was thine
written across the back
red river between the blades
and we walk
connected in vine
my line
till ripe
stripes stripes stripes


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Locked Doors and High Towers

and stuck on the outside
 the terrible beast within
with the latch on the  inside
I wait and wonder
and chat with the passers by
as I strip my own armor
and trade my weapons of words
for silence
and sandwiches
in  the shade
of an apple tree
in view from the window

Thursday, October 17, 2013

I knew I would see something amazing

If only I look right
Look long
Another of LA's character gives an excellent performance at Broadway and Griffin

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Empty soul, the lost forgotten house

once full of laughter
one more skeleton
rotten wood, crumble plaster
part of the broken and grave human disaster
and the spirit wanders
looking for its true home
beyond tipi
beyond tent
walls corruptible
through forever-time will stand
found in its dying
a house not made of hand

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Decapitated Detroit

and thoughtless moments will bring the cross when all is quiet.
don't think and die
then resurection

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Friday, July 26, 2013

Monday, July 22, 2013

free from thought, the flight ends and bends

and the pavement leads the dead in Detroit to new heights beyond sights and seeing,
 to places of prayer and super being.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

All of our distractions

night slides into day , days in into nights with moon clocks low in the sky,
counting all the turns and burns , to the next  to the last