never had a muse until now- From the first day-To the second-To the third- And then several that followed- Bringing me to now- On the sixth time I’ve listened to Bowie’s - “ Eight Line Poem” Filling the heart with Niagara falls on guitar- pounded but withstanding-  finally running down river- To the pools of paradise- where piranhas are toothless and musically inclined-  

  From the fog I've woken to find myself riding the white horse of clarity into the mists of Avalon where I had dreamed of a boy in men’s clothing, much like the wolf molding fairy tales As I emerged eyes still wet and mucky laying limp from weariness through my hair covered eyes I mumbled that I was still in love Not for long he said his steadfast belief that I was the one I was led by the reigns as I watched him unfold my delusions to reality a river of conundrums bridges of fe...

The Cage of Yesterday has been opened…. The heart escaped the cage Of pent up memories And attachments of delusional hope The scope has been lifted My panoramic view The queue to the eight made its last hole A winning way out For my heart followed the right Path Its math turned out perfect My birthday present for my future We are creatures of trial and error For every pair Holds the face of impeccable timing  

It's finally feeling good, the room to breathe from a heart that knew it couldn't be filled.  Moments of profound sadness of a loss so great penetrates my being and I'm left feeling perplexed but then love comes in from the world of people in my life, my family, my new friends, some old friends returning, and nature calls me to remember that all good things must pass and thus I feel the beauty of who I am and who I am becoming.

you one too many times today In my mind of jumbled melodies made of picturesque visions Vexed in violet A pirate of child peasants Presence with peacock power Wearing a cape that belonged to Edgar Allen Poe A doe in the darkness My lioness to your lamb of reason A suit of crab underneath A new season a new life Of loving the spaciousness Surrounding Limits of Confidentiality of conformity of convention My own invention on the grounds of solitude where multitudes of Successes Carefully und...

He told me things to make me happy things that he didn't really mean but maybe hoped to be true to turn the black to blue inside the womb of comfort the eve of fading inspiration I was given a plant for valentines symbolizing growth what a fantastic fantasy from the best yet to a stick heart stuck in the soil of dying dirt his cat ate all the leaves and I thought it had died but one day I was determined to bring it back with all the love I had to bring it back   he bowed to th...

Deep breath hold it let it go nice and slow     He told me things to make me happy things that he didn't really mean but maybe hoped to be true to turn the black to blue inside the womb of comfort and fading inspiration I was given a plant for valentines symbolizing growth a fantastic fantasy a stick heart stuck in the soil of dying dirt the jaws of hungry cats ate all it was and I thought it had died but one day I was determined to bring it back with all the love I had to brin...

The paradoxical commitment quick silver and molasses made it in the tall pet grass of novelty love true and blue crystals solid as rocks fell soft and withered within the sparkling sand of hope a fool and a dope doing the right thing inside where the light shines dim where clouds moved within the sky inside and the feeling of clean rain fresh and fantastic even through the stubborn tears of loss quick silver and molasses the paradoxical commitment made a king of a hill in a world of bad c...

2 sets of twenty and now I can call my life an epic journey intellectual and spiritual if spiritual is in fact something to hold onto. It came to en electric buzzing in my temples it always catches me by surprise usually sparked by something transmitting radios, computers, televisions, cell phones it's annoyance borders on madness but I know it has to do with my quest and I lay back to observe so as not to get caught in a sort of Homer trap the trials of returning home can be risky to...

I long to hold his eyes in mine in between waves of scarlet lips and forget all faults to see his desire unfold in his heart to feel the expression in his embrace the grip of thor the touch of eros he is the fire to my oxygen wildly alive and still burning with kindrid flames I long to find him there in my heart in my need to love in the sky of expanding eroticism where it's core is in our own ability to love ourselves