“Then said the student Almitra, Speak to us of love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said: When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.”

Doors close as buildings fall
R(elease)ains wash away ills trapped underground

Enchantment and Affection

Purification and devout honesty prevail
But not before examination of

One’s
Tenacity

objects of empowerment
loosening grip to free inner constraints

Employing vision of
Nature’s true agenda

Death Rebirth Experience Relationship

video
projection
drawing
silk screen
fiber optics

guitar
songwriting
feeling
clarity

house
roommate
downtown
phone

new friends
old friends
compassion
understanding
respect

breathing
love

Caressed unconditionally by the
ocean breeze touching my skin
and playing with my overgrown
hair as the sun still forces my eyes
to squint with much effort almost exhaustion.

Faint voices carried by the wind, only
deciphering adult or child bobbing life
capsules in the green blue water crystals
glimmering across the beach large ornate
buildings sit behind across the two lane
road hidden by grass.

This is peace induced loneliness with
strangers children cries captured by the
wind and brought to me with appreciation.

You are never truly alone in
this world although being lonely is
as bad as drinking too much wine
or as good as fresh coconut pulled
from a Puerto Rican man from
Luqiao and served half shell but there
are no coconuts here only strangers
to provide the wind with enough material
to keep me satisfied.

I shall be soliloquy by the waves as
I give thanks to Gaia for the beauty
that life is questioning if happiness is
merely an illusion or what is not.

Inspired by my friend Ryan

caressing values of love and sympathy

showering compassion with

intimate intention

Leading the path to redemption

I speak tongue of wholeness

and purity in each pronounced

constants and light

Clear visibility; euphoric sensation

morality in its purest form

Mother as grand as

the piano that sings tunes of

heart felt dreams [opportunity]

realizing that one can accomplish anything.

Inspired by and written for Gertrude Miller, I love you.

Back and forth
traveling
back and forth
until she disappears again

All I wanted was to hold her
but the dark of the night
trumps my ability
and I must wait

Back and forth
questioning existence
painting portraits of
solstice

Greece is on fire! Greece is on fire!
Does no one see the pain this
beautiful being is undergoing?

Put out your Flames! Put out your Fire!
Take your weapons and fireballs
far far far . . . [from Her]

As my eyes swell with angst
(What animosity!)
Greece, poor Greece
Lies in such Vain

All She yearns
is Love
from another

TAKE TAKE TAKE
All they can
Without giving

Greece is on fire!
Greece is aflame!
Will no one spare her some water?