This poem was inspired by a musical/noise and visual performance by my friend Kevin Chini at the Bat Cave in Arcata, CA.
My breath was in my mind Focus on breathing Quickly leads to thinking Hot fire Over-stimuli
It feels like I’ve lived a lifeti… in a week. and this isn’t the first time. Time won’t stop to let me reconcile experience into being.
Melting, melting, my barriers are… old beliefs formed as a child begi… as truth comes forth to replace th… I move past this victim role & beg… I express gratitude for your prese…
There’s that moment, when I’m surrounded by drunk people, where I contemplate: "Stay sober & watch others make fools of themselves, or get drunk and be a fool with them." Last night I ...
My target is the life hiding insid… The traumatized, the victims Who don't yet know they're survivo… Who walk around with an intense Mostly overwhelming sense of dread
Dreams dead. Hopes burned to shreds. Reality hit by a lightning bolt. Perceptions of an identity lost, Ego in revolt.
The trees... They soak up the carbon dioxide I… as well as the inner turmoil I exp… They release oxygen for me to brea… as well as loving guidance for me…
Little girl, you’re as pretty as a… Standing there all sheep and shy,… You’re a field of flowers of vario… here to inspire beauty and bring p… Let those bees stop by and pollina…
Going further for longer periods o… —cheating perfection by allowing expectation to fall along the shores of suppos… a territory whose waters enslave r…
I would eat if I were hungry. I would drink if I were thirsty. I would sleep
Oh, limiting mind, how I loathe thee... I make efforts, you show me inadequacy. Treading this desert in search of…
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
Can addiction to joy be compared to that of sadness? Can the lost little girl drink tea with the Hatter and all his Madne… If love is the nature of the soul,
Dear Creation Force as Death Transformed, Hollow bones rattle songs in Your honor Overstuffed bugs hum
There’s so much to learn and so many teachers. This life is a never-ending equati… on the chalkboard of time. I am grateful for each and every e…