Golden Gate Bridge

time is the vehicle
of the being
and poetry is the
spoor of the mind. . .

silence is the fuel
of the id. . .

Midnight Tiger

Midnight tiger
Stay away
I have no room
For you today
You stole my dreams
Again last night
I'm tired and worn
I can not fight
Leave me be
I've had enough
You're just no fun
You play too rough. 

The last day of July

the air is quiet
hot and dry
i jog beneath
the pale blue sky. . .
the summer sun
will pay no heed
the summer heat
will not concede. . .
the cooling rain
is far away
like a lover
gone astray. . .
July 2001

Sanctum sanctorum

all may try but none may penetrate
nor e'en hope to defile or interrupt
the farout empty walled enclosure
in which i dwell at certain times
detached from the tether
of social senses
thinking in tongues of mental origin
and deep concepts unknown to all
but the mystic core of Upanishad.

last poem in Texas 2001

Pelican

She hangs upon the breeze
As if by invisible wires,
The moving water all she sees
She stares below, she never tires,
The wind is all she needs
And eyes to see a silvery fin,
Bright flash and down she dives
A fish inside her beak of skin,
She throws her head aback
And swallows whole her prey,
Hunting here is how she lives
She floats and dives ,it is her way,
She loves to fly, she soars and sails
She floats and dives,she banks and glides,
Her house contains no doors or walls,
Just blue seas and skies, where she resides.
October 2003

The Runner's Prayer

Let my legs be pillars of power
And my heart be a vigorous force,

Let my knees be pistons of action
And my mind be a cache of resource,

Let my arms be wings everlasting
And my feet be nimble and strong,

Let my sweat be a balm for my body
And my hopes be my unconcious song,

Let the road be a pathway to fitness
And the heat be a kiln of accord,

Let Phidippides spirit be with me
And Marathon be my reward.

1989. . . Training for Dallas
White Rock Marathon

The Apple Tree

 

Gato Amarillo

ANIMALS

If I had to be an animal
I know what kind I'd be,

I'd be the kind that you are
Be it dog, or cat, or flea,

"cause when we're out together
Running wild and free,

There ain't no other critters
In this world like you and me.

1990 

Purple Seraglio

someday
i will reach
that perfect
place
in meditation
and will
disappear
into
pure blue light. . . .

Portrait of Jim Morrison

 

Movin' on Blues

Them years gwine on by
Ain' nobody knows how
They just goes by fast, chile,
Plumb gone, in jes' a lil while.

All them thangs you wanted
But you did'nt never get,
Just the way it is, chile,
A miss is like a mile.

When its time for goin'
You won't be ready yet,
Oh, no you won't, chile,
You might as well jus' smile.

Father Time, he goan' to get you
And you know thats true,
He's gonna catch us all, chile,
'Cause that his bluesman style. 

The Entrance

the depths await
the deeper the better
dark beyond intrusion
silence follows faithfully
flight is possible
gliding through the layers
plateaus to weightlessness
it is the going away
the now or the never

2006

Cobalt Spherectomy

a rolling eon

gathers no mass. . .

Dreamer

dreamer, dreamer, spending time
you plan a thing 'till its sublime
move or be moved is the way of life
take or be taken we live with strife
dreamer, dreamer, who are you?
a crooked spyglass is your view
you hide behind your hyper pride
and lick your wounds as back you aslide
dreamer,dreamer, sitting there
in your flying rocket chair
all your plans will go astray
unless you chase them every day
dreamer, dreamer, where are you?
all your skies are blue-on-blue
your thoughts are clouds
they seem to billow fair
but all you do is sit and stare
May 1980 

After the rain. . . .

the sun lifts its golden beauty
filling heart and soul
the sunlight fades. . .

summer seems to be forever
warm and full
then comes evening. . .

the moon slowly rises
disguised by nightclouds
in its eerie flight. . .

the rain comes
cold and blustery
then leaves amid dark shadows. . .

August 1987 

Nude Indigo

blue-eyed woman
shades of purpled blue
so far
inside your space. . .

blue as sky
ethereal
your eyes
seem to embrace. . .

blue eyed woman
the color of the sea
and maybe
just as deep. . .

blue as waters
element
your eyes
invade my sleep. . . 

Tempus Fugit

The burning candle
of this existence,
so bright, so light,
the star that lights
the visions of the mind,
gives us limitless
possibilities,
as the addition
of one drop of water
in the sea or
a single grain of sand
in the vast Sahara. 

The False Prophet

blue-on-blue
colors of the sky
blonde-on-blonde
fallen from my eye
time-on-time
always brought me down
heart-on-heart
and so i tumble down

hour-on-hour
heartbeats of tomorrow
time-on-time
ending up in sorow
day-on-day
i watch the awful scene
night-on-night
as through a hazy screen


 

Act three, last scene

look at me
i'm still the same
different face
same old name
look away
you'll tear my heart
same old play
same old part
look at you
wild on wild
found your grip
and not beguiled
look right here
the stage is set
you know you
never will forget

1981 

no more to ride. . . .

gone from prairies
gone from hills
pushed to town
to seek cheap thrills

gone from rivers
gone from streams
shoved into
a life of dreams

gone from legends
gone from tales
pulled away from
from hunting trails

gone from freedom
gone from pride
gone from
springtime ponyride. . . . 

U.S.Sp.Sh. Hyperbola

Seek and Identify
2w Unknown presence
Sector 14X Saturn
39 Victor Delta


Compromise 7-13gsz

Report Instanter 

Bonnie Anne Clyde

 

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2006 

In the jungle. . . .

In the jungle,
The steaming jungle,
It is a labyrinth,
Of vines and stalks
And creeping green. . . . 

Blue American

i been hidin'
in my heart
just beyond
the bleedin' part
i been livin'
in my soul
an actor with
a losin' role
i been talkin'
to the stars
tradin' lies
in smoky bars
i been lookin'
for my place
searchin' for
some open space

August 1980 

fleur. . .

time enough for lovin'
when things ain't quite so tough
women always lead me
straight into the rough. . .
time enough for lovin'
when i'm tired of myself
i'll just pack away my troubles
on a solitary shelf. . .
time enough for lovin'
when i know my Karma turns
rather have a frozen heart
than one that burns and burns. . .
time enough for lovin'
when i'm alone and lonely
time enough to find
another lovin' one and only. . .

2006