Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The wayward ones

If we all have different ideas of what is "okay" then we must all be okay. Except, perhaps, for those who do as all of the others do, cuz they're just following someone else's dreams. That's kinda not okay. But that's just my dream. Carry on!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Dear Sweet Man,

I need to be
"we" won't be
in each other's dreams

"Life is a lot like an answering only have so much time to leave your message."

As I frantically clamber to find mine...
We never know how much "life" is left, and the more time that we spend worrying about whether we're wrong or right is time wasted as we choke off the beauty of being. So while I burn up these fleshy remains, le
t that fuel be in the honor and reverence of all that I encounter. "Life" is not this flesh, it is this beauty of being love by always doing or being, our best.
May we live with the fury of the burning, dying sun.
What's the point of living if you're not living as if you were dying? 



Saturday, September 12, 2015

What do you think?

am no more important than you.

children are just as wonderful as mine.

your pain is lovely on you.

are lighting each other's ways.
How you love yourself is how you love the world.


Is it
only the broken open heart
that knows truly,
the depth of Love?

Oh wait, maybe I meant broken open...
is baring your soul, not your body.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Blowin it

is just another moment
preparing you for the next

waste this one on that
which does not feed your soul

Be with it

Saturday, September 5, 2015


We were all born someone's dream of love and perfection.
Some of us broke quickly
some wear that weight down

Some come back

Some need a little help out

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Triple Time

Feel the something beautiful
lick it til it's raw with desire
ready to conquer anything.

This is winning.
But it's not for the win. No, never a need.
Being with your biggest love, only as it is.

You are beautiful.
One sentence, word, a single sound
we cross the sensed boundaries, into the laurels of youth again.

Ecstatically alive...

"Hey, he said, 'Grab your things, I've come to take you home'."

(My heart went boom, boom, boom)