Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Here's to cheers to our mother

Happy birthday dear mother,
Your not dead yet
Your old, so im told
Really, truly, as good as it gets.

Your skin is wrinkled
Your style is a mess
But honey I heard you compete with the best

Oh mother dear
You're the third of eight.
Poets exualt you,
And philosophers postulate.

So on this day,
We make such a fuss
To us you gave life
A reason for lust

So thank you dear mother,
Here's to this year.
A billion more hurdles, 
And a trillion more fears

You keep on kicking, 
And going strong
Because without you dear mother
I simply...really... truly... can't go on

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


87CEEB I think, I tripped
Trying to understand
Only thing I know, is that I don't
I won't

9ACD32, Just is
Because it started, won't stop
Not trying

Can't be opened
Was never shut

Was, is, will

Monday, April 20, 2009

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Sunday, April 12, 2009

soggy sprite hiding under information, waiting for the rain in the rain forest to stop.....

I saw the intricacies of life, I saw trees breath and what must have been fairies.
I could make flowers flourish and die and come back again.
Fibonacci and fractal patterns everywhere, they are in the fabric of life.
I live in rain and got to see water form almost into the right shape not yet snow,
Before it finds out it's too warm
And then the pattern gets lost to the fog.
So I leave you this, smoke ashes curl into clouds as the mist pulls the etchings and the spherical hex patterns off of condensed breath.
Only to spew it out on the pavement to get cherry blossomed kablamied and swung onto the adventure heavy sea breezez.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

A Mid-Springs Night Revel

And bah bah bah bup bupt and dunk dunk
And my feet, eat, stones shells and sand
Tree lu lu ,pa put paput
Fife  fi  fi
And heart beats dunk dunk

And Flames are licking the sky and eating the stars out
Catching melodies and rhythms 
In the snapping and popping of logs
Moon light  soft as cream, 
Ice cream vanilla original

The owl hoots 
Creatures of europhorosine and dionysis revel
And I dance and flit rock to rock
The ocean lapping out of time

Drum beats stand stark 
Against wild yelps and kyries kalah
Kyah Kyah
Thum thum, thum thum, thum thum

The silence remains in rips and shreds
Hanging tattered around the edges
Translucent, letting only the darkness pass through

A fey, a sprite, a dream apparition lingering
Through fire, smoke, and dancing feet 
She takes a strand of a tune 
Weaving it with warm salt air and laughter.