Dreams of Them

So surreal they are,
To wake up
To empty longing.
The way things never were
Forever heart and mind.
With wishes and kisses
And calls that never come.
Yet, always ring true.
Whoever…You, were, are…
What’s to be?
It’s not you,
It’s me.
But us.
Existing in moments
Of Everywhere.

Can’t Wait To Wake Up (2004)

Can’t Wait to wake up,
to warm shades of Blue.
Visions are sweet,
with smiles from you.
Skies can’t be brighter,
the Sun warms our souls.
I’ve seen it before,
it exists this I know.
Cant Wait to wake up,
out of this dream.
To warm sunny places
where things seem serene.
Can’t wait to wake up
when all this is through.
Can’t wait to wake up, right beside you.

Falling In Love

Falling in love
is like catching a falling leaf.
You can’t run after each leaf,
and try to grab it.
You must be in the right
spot at the right time,
and it will drop into your hand.
Don’t squeeze too tight,
for you may crush it.
Don’t hold it too loosely,
for you may let it go.
You must cradle it.
Always conscious of it’s presence.

Find Us

Try to sleep.
But I know I’m dreaming.
Waking Consciousness.
I strive to find you in me.
I Tried to find G-d.
G-d finds you.
You will find it all.
Did you find yourself?
On this electrical maze of confusion.
This eclectic delusion.
Searching for G-d.
Searching for self.
Scared what I’ll find.
Comforted the glue that binds my
Soul is love.
Soul mate?
Do souls mate?
And let me know.
For if we’d have met,
Once upon a memory.
Remember me?
Raw energy.
Only knowing,
We are tethered.
Weathered and worn…
These hours pass by
pass by….
Past lives?
A glass eye to them.
A last cry for them.
I am here, it is now.
A waking dream
faith, fate?
Woven fabric
Of matter.
What does it matter?
Do souls mate?
This waking dream…
In between somewhere
And forever.


Blowing breezing consciousness
Two energies juxtaposed
Are but One.
There is nothing else.
Justice words give naught
To afternoons pondering our existence.
Speak wind softly the rustle.
Mild summer days.
Cool breeze afternoon showers.
Stormy Mondays.
Steeped in Just Being.
Synchronicity’s break time pieces
To the Deja Vu of dreamtime.
Ring bells.
Where from you chime to me.
From all around.
Another gusting leaf
Or floating feather
So properly placed.


Daily Drift 5-26

It was a dream. It was a was a war. It is a spring breeze through the screen of the open window. Daydream into past times. Why? I’ll tell you why. I don’t know exactly… It’s the kind of thing that changes when you try to explain it.
Like Whenever you think you have something figured out. Often times you try to explain the concept, and even in line with your explanation, the words are somehow lost in translation.
A feather sits on the rug. Possibly an angel? A sign from the ancestors? Maybe it’s goose from a down jacket…duck duck, goose. You’re it. The one. Omnipresent, Omniscient, Omnipotent.
If a man sets out to do everything, he accomplishes nothing. So then…What? Accomplish a job. A way to make income? Something you know is the same means to continue with this charade until the end? This babylon we have created.
The desire to praise the One and Only and work the land with love in accordance with nature. To listen to the song. Although nature is harsh and unforgiving. It is forever. Cyclical. Human nature, animal nature, definitionally I guess, nature is anything that exists.
So, where do we exist? What is this? What is truth? Absolute truth. We live in a world based on uncertainty… All in unison we exist, yet so divided in ideas and beliefs… Are they really that divided?
Ahhh babylon. Where language was divided. Language isn’t just words, but a means of communication. Numbers and letters formulate ideas that are communicable. Babylon is the dis-communication of ideas. The soul’s eyes that are unspeakable; often get lost in translation.
How to convey the works of the Almighty witnessed by your soul. In action of being. Which make the task the most difficult imaginable. In a world full of discord.

Raw Thought Prayers

Art manipulates the mind…
Artists… Video’s…
Grabs you, holds you..
Fills you with hope.
Is it because we like it?
Do they want us to like it…
To truly be free.
Free to exist,
From thy shackles babylon,
Lord free my mind,
My heart and my soul.
So that i may understand
How to exist…
In a world wrought with
To be full?
A formless message.
A call for my heart and mind.
Stand firm in this ever changing
Rebirthing magnificence.
Radiance and love…
Hope i cling to you
The wetness my soul
That soaks deep into my bones
Like my ancestors who did
Before me.
In and out of discordance…
Twin souls trying to unify…
I pray for what is right…
Time and space…
Not bound…
Firm with mercy
Formless and Ever-formed.
Never Void,
Of fullness…
I pray…
Thank you.
With my love.
Grateful for the life
And wonder.
That is.


A Jew, A Muslim, A Christian
Walk into a market, They exchange smiles.
A Man walks into a church, and kills many.
A Man Creates a gust of energy and Kills so Many More.
Two Men Kill Tens of Millions.
Men arrive upon a shore.
Convert or Die.
The Women Cry,
Their children lie
Bloodied in the street.
Somewhere in a jungle
A lonely farmer sweeps.
Machine gun fire pierces silence
Sparks into the night
Reclining in a comfy seat watching it go by.
Another beer
Another tear,
shed for those not here.
Those who would have
those who could have
nothing’s ever clear.
A Man sits paralyzed
by the vastness of this mess
seeing things- wanting things
He knows he can’t express.
Everyone thinks they know
What They call G-D is True
The question is, What does G-D want
From Men Like Me and You.


I kiss,
Your gentle air.
The silence that shrouds
The evening.
I hold your wonder
Eyes closed.
Mind opened.
If you listen
You can hear forever.
All around.
We are hurtling
Towards our future
So fast…
Dizzying speed.
Hold on to me
As we just…
Miss each-other
To collide.

Having Now


The Mind
Inside Mine
The collective reflecting
Shattered neon city lights.
Dotted like reminders of heaven
Where none shine.
Scattered sheets
You know you want to.
Just do it.
Stop bullshitting yourself.
Life is short
Time flies when your having