Something New....Someday

She is a gentle ocean storm, With the breath of seawater salt. Her hair, like coral red kelp, Brought in by the Tide Adorned with seashells. I watch the moon waxing above the conifer trees in perfect unison with her smile And I am the setting sun lighting up her eyes with an amber glow.

North and Rambling. Finding fragment of mollusks left over from the days of the deluge. Snail shells scattered like seashells, crisp and white in the dirt. Spring has awakened the earth, and she bats her eyelashes Fresh in the form of Parsley and Pine, Cliff Rose and Clover. There is such a stillness and spirit to voice such a song. It slips through the trees as ephemeral light and rain, covering the leaves. An animistic spirit, And a spark of freedom, fragmented and fallen Crashing like entropic waves over my face. Southward in a desert autumn, Passing through the Ponderosa and Pinion. I am held between the fingers of this blooming mesa. Sipping on an herbal brew of Ephedra, Juniper berries, and Sage. Bitter Tea, Astringent and Stimulating The colorful tastes of the painted desert. A Cattle carcass erects a cage. Picked clean by Vultures, Ravens, and Magpies. Housing Prickly Pear, Yucca, and Barrel cactus in a morbid desert garden bed. Waking up to the li...

The wind brings the water, Brings earth into soil. birthing life from the womb Love's a chore And life's a chore And a meditation on longing The wind brings the water, earth's transubstantiation of fruit reforming back to the body of god What are now many drops of rain Were once a unified cloud. Once a bottomless ocean. Even now, as I sleep in the deep currents, I remember the many drops of rain it took to get me here.

Some people have dream jobs, And Dream cars But I just want my dreams at night. Some people have crazy dreams, And some people have lovely dreams. Dreams of passion and dreams of getting out. I just day dream, and think of leaving. I Dream of having that one woman that completes me and the daughter that is created from us. Because my dream is passion, and my dreams are about the rains that fertilize the earth we walk on. My dreams are about the death of the individual. Their skin devoured by bugs and their bones petrifying under pressure. My dreams are silent like the lifted veil of a bride, whispering “I Do” My dreams still lay dormant and asleep. In my dreams I’m not quite awake. Some people dream of a house with a white picket fence. I Dream of the freedoms of the river current and longing.

It's not easy to live, Between the glitter and the grey, Between the quiet space of stars and sky, And to love as the waxing moon, with a heart half full. Lightning strikes from the soul. And a noise bellows forth from the horizon. Forged from an ancient silence. I've heard its song since I was a child. A declaration of love And a war on the qualities of mankind. From that majestic mountain ether I hear the voice of my mother. Not the one I was born from, But perhaps a previous incarnation, Another life. As I lift my gaze skyward Like the face of a blooming flower, I find this concept of eternity Engaging me in its light. We lock eyes like two lovers And yearn for one another, Connected as star-crossed companions Until the day I die. My body is but a fragment A spirit vessel, stagnant We are dreamt into this existence With loneliness at our side. To live is to build upon the dying and the dead Making their bones our homes And their blood our ...

Each Dream comes Like a whisper in the night, Arriving like a ghost creeping through my sleep, Becoming my body. Each Dream is more beautiful than the dream before My lovers come into my dreams and present their hearts. Each new heart is sewn upon my own, Stitched in sleep as we lie entangled. When I dream, I dream of love and my heart grows Like a tumor, endlessly emerging in silence. An unfolding blossom I drape it over my body I let it consume me, I let it cover me I let it keep me whole and sew it shut to sleep between the petals of the dream.

A body My body A body Mine To own And to feel To hurt and to heal To feed and to clothe To love and to loathe A body My body A body Mine To touch and to hold To grow till I'm old To dream in this life To sleep in the night A body My body Mine