Glass

graffitied on a hollow mind
non reality conformist to societies
grid calm and loving to the hatred of racial slurs
unprovoked and living in the time of the atoms

Beauty

Correlated events like segments of a movie played on pause for viewing
Important moments the significance of the act or a black and white hard copy
Documentation of the purpose posing as truths with no separation between right
and wrong floating like the airlessness of clouds to propose one proof of being

The Ominous Son

Evil grins followed by malicious lies
not even intent to harm oneself but
to capitalize on the blood of others
never was an innocent soul but played
upon the hostess circumstance and
chose the Fucked Up to play its diabolic
games and cannibalize on human flesh

Calming Waters

Calming waters lead to cleaver wit
taking the time to quick politeness
tired frustration of beauty denied
over the edge of the minds coded heart

Tell your children

Block the urge of sense to mouth
fight polite society with masturbation
urges give way to greif of pleasure
confusion of love and touch
groping minds loose endless wars

uneven shaving

Shaving off the hair at the root
simple ecstatic closeness of sisterhood
uneven bumps left behind
smooth was not close yet
pure concentration

Pause

Opportunities passed
given way to selfish desires
engrossed by murky waters
sinking in hopeless despair
promoting weights made of
glass

Intrinsic Bliss

No never heard of a colored cloud
but I did see colors or maybe I sensed
them and then engulfed in white powdered
non you realize how insignificant and powerful
one life or death moment turns into everything
from birth to death insignificance of self importance
yet flying or sleeping in the sky

Glowing Ember

Bite back angry words
crippled emotions spark
the inner struggle to attach
to your body like leeches
light a candle to burn
away this vision
embark on a new journey
find yourself in the glowing
light that is your reclaimed
soul touched with love

Propaganda

Help in the drowning of the voices
better off heard and left behind
yanking at the veins in society
choking and strangling our voices
compromise to stay sane
deny the urge to run and fight
dead bodies and crying babies
ignored while we drink to much milk
and eat to many cookies

Raggedy Ann

A little girl and her doll.
She wipes her nose
one handed while clutching
to the red curls.
So perfect yet imperfectly
awkward just like her.

Safe and warm
they sit for tea.
One cup?
No, two cups
it will be.

Swinging over the
great big hole.
Watching the
old dog house.
Where did
that dog go?

Michael

What do you tell a virgin child
to cry for the death of our lord
but the lies and stories of death
are untrue told to frighten little
children to keep them quiet to bottle
up their innocence so as to feed
from their veins of etherial blood

Life at an Intersection

Spinning down the flowing echo
conscience untold willing to
follow gripping over systems faxed
to completion ever and infinite

Dark Justice

perception of bliss
governed by rules
of courageousness
behold the great
thought of man
blind in one eye
foresight into
intuition

Breathe

Position yourself at a place of rest

Drop to your knees and know

The perfect bliss that is your soul

true and undeformed, now you

Crouch and reach

Breathe the one breathe that truly flows

cosmic karma

Traveling through a known place
searching to fill the void left behind
by well known friends
brought to me by sister hood
the power of three
shattered by unknown forces
twinkles of energy flicker
by candlelight pulsing through
our bodies with vibration
missing was one and now was
three
gone yet back
forward and backward
spiraling from no known
distance and come around
again to find its origin
with whispers of faith

Twine

Hands over hands
many realities combine
to proceed to a stairwell
where I find you finding me
to know that you dont know me
yet you wish you did
keeping in line with
the alternate you i will
follow until i slide
down the rope of endless
possibilites

Wink

Hurry
hurray the time has come
decide upon your future
the mistakes you have made
or thought of one
have late to disappear
goblin of the toes has gone
died not heard from
existence evaporated
to a flat pointed edge
in the spiral

Energy flow

focus on the mind

of what to Come

positive creation

over the flow of Pi

Rapid

yet Forming the logs

Bonsai

over the hill

through the stones

Progression

possibilities collide

on top of the Water

plucked from the Deep

Mechanical Boogie Woogie

to open your heart
to find the aorta blocked
fears as long as your
hair
afraid to cut

chased from
a place of rest
running to find
a safety in home
to find luxurious
appointments

an enemy
of man

everybodys daughter

Mothers love
kindness compassion
mirror of the self
stirring
hoping
given
recieved

Lovely Lips

Impossibly faced
like the gray shadows
of my eyes
now known
not hiding

whispers of acceptance
from you through me
lovely lips

worth to my soul
given back to me
grounded in ritual

Hunting Lions

When did you choose
to disconnect with
snow as deep as rain
comfort euphoria trickles
down forced into my Brain

Wake up?

your eyes are not open
what you
see in the
dark when
you've been
hunting lions
they have
been ready
following
still
comforting
all along

Hunting Lions: Introduction

My wife's poems are something very special. You've read above that these poems are not for the head, this is very true, she has a way of putting words together in unconventional ways. Combinations that make no actual sense when the literal meaning is used but as a whole speak to the subconscious in a profound way. If you ignore your left brain and open up your heart you will find that these little messages are far more than they first appear. They are inspired.

My wife is a special soul and I am blessed to be with her. Here on this blog I offer you a small part of what has made me a very happy man.

- the husband