Posts Tagged ‘i’


Our lives are zephyrs
In hot Summers of love,
Not just to exist,
But each with this unique, determined purpose.
All the while,
We combat, kiss, kill, care.
We are savages, hostiles, heroes, the hope, servants, Kings & Queens,
We are peace and we are war.

But at first,
We are whatever,
Satisfied in any direction,
Coerced by gusts and birds,
To formulate our own purpose,
Where we grow into our ambitions,
And eventually, restless-

Mind, body, soul
From within,
With a trinity of agreed certainty,
Will leap to the tip of the tongue,
Like a gold finch’s first flight into the serene,
To Drizzle fantastic colors beyond rainbows over
The torpid hues of a day in the life,
Over others lost in the dark,
Or withheld by excess of light,
Or stuck in the grey,
Ones who haven’t tasted a breath of fresh air in ages,
And for that, they have gone mad.


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Wise Enough To Know That I’m Not Wise Enough


In the act of eyes, I’ve judged with momentum,

A sweeping weakness of mine

That leaves an innocent soul to wander the desert of desire,

Digging up sands of sparkles that disintegrate with the push of wind.

To learn that the only thing that is worse than fear is hunger,

Love is a danger, and everyone’s a victim,

Love is a blessing, and some are gifted with its grace.

How I swear, and how I close my eyes,

To watch the sun rise, in pallets of orange, red, and tan,

And to watch the fireball drop,

Into oceans, behind mountains, under sheets of glowing ice.

Even as wise as I think I am, I’m astounded by how little I understand.

Springing from a coil of disbelief, to raise my hopes like waves on a full moon,

Is a rare cosmic occurrence.

History of its past resembles the beheaded chicken on the block,

Dumb bastard…

The full moon elicits blood from the savage.

And a hunger for prey that seems so small in the act of your eyes,
That your judgements could harm a fly.


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Sky’s height, a rise of epic-

The lone Helix Mountain greets me like a Mt. Fuji

Miles so far away.

The bus ducks under bridges and scrambles around turns,

But it doesn’t shake sight of that tan grand peak

With the sprinkle of evergreens on top,

And its inviting openness.

My, how I wish everyday to meet that of which

Is within the epicenter of its everything.

A sole It that welcomes all to climb,

Challenges the ones that pursue,

And rewards the honorees for summiting.

Many will tell you there is more to a mountain than looks,

Like a security guard to a mall,

A mountain is a safety to a small area for the greater Earth.

Some days I’ll want to shake that security guard and thank them,

Some days I’ll want to rest under open skies in a blueberry starlight,

On Helix Mountain, breathes of thin air,


in a nest of nature,

To reach the top and become the King of my land.

How mountains move me,


For the moments, I get the feeling,

That I move mountains, too.


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