waterline
27 jul 1999

along the shore.
the beach sings-
the sands tell a story,
of time passing, shaping,
creating a front
of infinite complexity.

by the tree.
each leaf in the wind-
combined as one of
many, many entities
with unfathomable knowledge.

in the mind.
all energy of thought-
builds high the circuits
of the cells firing often
creating worlds of imagination.

the entire universe.
all but a speck of energy;
holding together matter.
creating the infinitely complex
line of water crawling down my body.

rain

blessed view
24 nov 1998

i have climbed and scaled              i see low clouds thousands
    this mountain high-                    of feet below-
        over which the trail winds,            between which stand trees
            toward the waiting sky-                swaying to and fro-

                         always high and free

forest smile
24 nov 1998

leaning in the woods, on bark under branch
     held in the womb of her belly
          the forest smiled with me

walking over trail, around one tree, another
     shaded from the sun above
          the forest smiled with love

soaring with birds, clouds, over treetops
     flying over the sun, moon, stars
          my forest smiled, ours

kept in focus, in line, natural, open
     learning from the land
          all forests smile again

cool wind north
11 nov 1998

the hairs raise on my arms,
while a tumbleweed tumbles,
and the dust rises,
and swirls and eddies-
blowing

my eyes water and well,
as the cold creeps in.
I huddle under my cap;
close tight my coat-
shudder

my lips become chapped,
cracked, painfully crisp.
there is relief;
under the lee of the
stone

cool wind blowing from the north,
takes me to my world.
my life is warm,
next to the bitter cold-
winter

i hope it's winter when i die...

Hard Road
2 nov 1998

it is a long, hard road to
so-called success-
this land and its government
have seen to it

it is a short, easy ride to
so-called crime-
seemingly failed social norms;
the people choose their criminals

so many of us trudge each day
making money and prestige-
enjoying very little of it.
tired and bored and wasted

but a few make the most
out of the life and wealth.
entrepreneurs of a different seed,
they are only called criminals

winterhome
10 nov 1998


someday- i'll have a mountain home
near that day, right on top
mind eyes weep
tomorrow

mountain villa nestled in snow
warm fire, burning bright
twilight stars, jupiter
luna

clouds race across the sky
the blizzard begins again
hot food and drink
today

morning winds blowing hard
rattling the windows
awakening, love
wilderness

Rinconada Canyon
12 sept 1998 

Heat of the sun			Canyon walls loom
cool of the cloud		with petroglyph faces
sand under foot			yucca and pear cactii
rocks as a shroud.		grasses in the spaces.

Been walking for hours		Water's almost gone	
the sun's getting low		the thirst is strong
am climbing a mountain		can wait 'til eve-ning
or a volcano.			it shan't be long.

I love the desert way
of dryness and heat
the beautiful mesa
right under my feet.

Three Hundred Three Moons
5 apr 1998

Moving faster than walking, now resting
Gone a short distance, returned again.
Fast food consumerism, again this lazy upbringing
No worry for expendible resources, but I am trying to change.

Old habits are hard to break they say...
Unless you concentrate on CHANGE-

SKA musik makes one SMILE pickitup! pickitup!!
So on a positive note rolls a rockin non-stoppin beat, yeah!

No matter where we go near "civilization" there is an ugly
hard concrete carpet nearly EVERYWHERE!
I want to live closer to earth with less and less of this
disgusting thing called "growth" because it only destroys.

CLIFFS AND CAVES
9 aug 1998

(SANTE FE NATIONAL FOREST
NEAR JEMEZ SPRINGS NATIONAL MONUMENT)

FULL ROUND BRIGHT LUNA
ABOVE THE FOREST TREES
SEEN THROUGH A WORN HOLE
IN SANDY ROCK

SWEET FRESH APPLES
ENJOYED BY THE FIRE
AT THE FOOT OF THE CLIFF
BRINGS A SMILE CROSS
ALL THE FACES
OF THE WORLD

denied
14 feb 1996

i was denied the pleasure of anger
why can't something so pure so natural
such as rage be let to run its course
the way its supposed to
why can't I get mad?
is it not right?
can't i yell and spit and hurt
and get away with it?
no?
FUCK YOU
i do what ever i want, i get my way
but i don't believe it
i'm always fucked.
who cares, i don't
nobody cares about me anyway
i think i'll just sulk
and wallow in self pity.
FUCK IT!

Fleur de Sol
17 apr 1997

windy bright
cheery night

the flower sings her lovely song
and captures the spirit

of passion & lust.

it cravens the heart
and wanders the mind

that flower so precious
delicate and beautiful

Her pedals so fragile
but stronger than wind

she takes me

into her...

how i long for this flower
this gorgeous life

to have me within her
all through the night

Dawn Breaks
17 apr 1997

this morning, this night
so unforgiving but bright

it shadows the warmth
like a knife under sheath

and takes over life
with all of its strife

i have overcome the sorrow
yet seek it tomorrow

for the illusion persists
that the day still exists

and i will have it again
forgetting the pain

for this morning
and night

i will live

and still die

Strained
16 apr 1997

something grabs me
something stabs me

it takes me by suprise
i knew it was there

something grips me
something taunts me

i took it for granted
then it was gone

something trips me
something haunts me

it never failed to appease
it was always made to last

something has killed me
something gives me life

I am strained to find it
I am pained to lose it

that something came along
that something left me alone

something forgotten
something remembered

something called love

Poetry
16 apr 1997

there is something magical
that flows freely from this pen

just words arranged
and cared for like any other

but with a powerful result
for a moments work

if the poem reaches just
one person then it has

made its mark
and set it to stone

even if that person
is the poet himself

Long Silent Memories
16 apr 1997

Distant thunder plays on his soul
catching, bothering, torturing the mind
The memory of the long road behind
that ripples with the emotion once shared

That thunder overhead sings
a solemn ode to what was once pleasant
but now echoes disdain
inside, within now and forever

The rumbling, crashing, coarse melody
reminds the heart of the pain
the overpowering force of will can never...
never again hold the sound of love at bay

Tragedy is the thunder's new tune
it gallops freely upon the heart
but does not notice the fragile stage
on which it tramples

Hear that thunder clap and crow
it never releases, never relinquishes
always creeps in and takes over
the forgiving heart

Blues, White
25 mar 1993

He's got the blues
down on his knees
can't help but cry
'cause the cast has to dry.

His cast is white
for purity, to guess
try as he might
the pain won't rest.

'cause he's singing the blues!
Oh yeah singing, he's singing
he's got the broken foot blues
Ow Ow Ow Oh yeah yeah!

Bat & Leather
29 mar 1993

Those, those bats
like leather
wrap your feet
snug
mosh, slam
keep feet safe

Those, those bats
as if in combat
war on stage
bash
friends, slam
keep feet safe

did, that's cull!
24 feb 1993

rolling down the highway
looking for a driveway
down which to skate
to keep dying, thrashing
skating!
mortal but invincible!
terror on the road
bess git out de way!
here come the gods
of the street paved desire.
rolling rolling rolling
git them skaters moving
keeyah, dude!
Skatehide.

dumpome
24 feb 1993

hiyee, i'm dumgirl.
i'm not stupid,
jus dum.
th'other day i wrota liddle pome.
I liked it
but my brudder din't
he says it's a dumpome
i says i like it any how!
i sayee to him,
yer stoopid!
i'm dum.

Positive Attractive
23 feb 1993

i was negative
with emotive
assurative

she is positive
on selective
negate negative

i want some toast

Loafer
23 feb 1993

Next week i shall take over the bread
With knives and spoons; kill-dead-slice
With butter spread; knife-cut
I am a loafer
living on the edge
of the bread
i am going to
take over
and conquer
and suffer
and survive
Next week i shall take over the toast
After the bread is dead
and the loaf is toast
and the loafer
is full
under
butter

Tested
23 feb 1993

i was tested today
or was it the other day?
i just can't remember

it must not have been
that hard of a test
or my mind would fetch the memory

was it philosophy, or biology
or maybe something like topography...
yes maybe just like geology!

tested for memory
when failing does the mind
for what the test was about and over.

Splat!
20 feb 1993

Splat!
goes the coffee as it hits the title line.
what a great coffee stain it is.
take away the light
it is only a memory
of what
used
to be
me.

Pane
20 feb 1993

Why is the window cutting my eye?
It is a paneful sheet of glass.

Stairs
20 feb 1993

I am walking
up a tower of eyes

They look to me
not for advise

But for the method
of my creativity

The eyes are stairs
that stare at me

I stair back
the stares go up

The tower winds higher
around the precipice

The eyes melt
until they die

Into an alternate reality
where stairs end.

cherí
15 feb 1993

she is no where to be found
i have searched most of the area
and cannot locate her most precious face

she is so very interesting and fascinating
but i have no place
at which we can meet at a regular hour.

i find myself staring
into those lovely peircing grey-green-hazel eyes
though it is only a memory

where did she go?
i can feel her hand on my heart
but i can't FIND HER!

what has happened
to ma cherí?
why?

20
15 feb 1993

six two
nothing to do
severed at the ear
to high to hear
cut in my eye
no need to spy
sliced through my throat
don't breathe.

wear your hat
10 feb 1993

that's a hat you like to wear
it's purple and has a brim
kinda goofy kinda cool
it has a charm that warms the soul

What was the colour of your hair?
I can't remember
you where your hat
all of the time

Time is eternal, to your hat
because it forgets life
when its on your head
i like it there, so does it.

No, don't take it off!
it will die without you...
there, there, little hat,
Do not fret, she'll be back.

Herbivore
10 feb 1993

Don't eat that meat
It is sick!
Ak!

I thought of a vegetable
It is good!
Ayee yah la haya ya!

something close to never ending
10 feb 1993

something close to never ending
time to bring together
the love that takes a beating
something like forever

taking away the need to bother
i never used to cry
when i think about my father
wonder wonder wonder why

something close to never ending
time to see the feeling
of a mad love for something
something like
a friend

au revoir
10 feb 1993

Qu'est que c'est, mon ami?
what do you think of why you are?
good bye.
if it is a good thing let it be.
good bye.
take some time to think it over.
good bye.
give more thought to what to want.
good bye.
Tu ne comprende pa moi, aussi?
au revoir.

Dedication to Ceremony
9 feb 1993

What is the meaning of something
Why is the explanation of anything
Where is the passing of the taking, and
Who is the making of a trading?

The structure of government
Strictly follows guidelines
Of vaguarity and ambiguity
Which in itself is moronic.

Take away the people with questions
And government lengthens and prospers
Allow them the freedom of expression
And it crumbles and withers.

Windy
9 feb 1993

She began to rush past
Over the hills, beyond the trees
Taking compassion and beloving in her wake
She blows through my existence
A force to be beheld

What a tremendous feeling
The wind blowing in my hair
What else can be said
Beyond what is known
To give up the wind, to give up my soul

Formal Pied Protection
8 feb 1993

The decision is not an easy one
For the selection is vast
What seemed like a simple task
Has transformed into one of mixed complexities.

One such complexity is the measure
Of comfort and fit
That allows compliance and restraint
In a long day of traversing open ground.

Another is the all-important level of style,
For should one choose
The unabashed carelessness of worn canvas-sides,
Over the unbrazen sophistication of patton leather?

Still a third concerns the manner of activity
Whether it be frolicking freely upon skates of speed
Or trudging the filth
At the local thrash-and-bash mosh pit.

When finally the decision comes to rest
Upon the wearers' choice of dress
May he choose wisely and with care
The type of boot he wants to wear.

He Must Have Learned
6 feb 1993

My former friend and i
Have a mutual problem
i wish she was dead
So as to hate without mercy
i wish i was dead
To kill all the feelings
And bury them where they will not surface

My previous friend and her
Are probably plotting my eminent destruction
i wish they would die
So as to live without regret
i wish i could kill
To live on with my feelings
And survive with no need to suffer more

My shallow friend
Needs to think
i wish he could
So as to realize
i wish i could make him
To what end my suffering continues
Without any possibility of waning or slowing

He must have learned
From her terrible lies
What she wants him to hate
What she needs to keep
Me away from him

Casual Mal
6 feb 1993

"Hey Mal, how are you doing?"
"Casual."
"How has life been treating you?"
"Casual."
"How is Brittany?"
"Casual."
"Do you say anything else?"
"What?"
"That's what I thought."

tellamin
apr 1997

there has a tellamin
an obscurity
naire
what has that tellamin needs
an unlimited
together
she
tellamin a vivat hat
tommt toward a vigor shant
might
to sly a smooth tellamin
with over a caress and a kiss
wohnt geht slap china
tellamin to she
an overt knowledge
chastized is agony
naiveté
would comp lot tommt
tellamin closest choden nimmt
zohlet my closest friend
longer tellamin choose her
she is so lovely
pretty nice and sweet
tellamin can
tellamin would
come to my arms
with me
tellamin

Travelling
28 jun 1993

Away. away. away. away.
So far. So far!
    the time is right
    for travelling
    travel. travel. travel. travel.

Go. go. go. go.
Get out. Get out!
    there is a place
    my place
    travelling. travelling.

My train is here
Your train is going th'other way
    we separate
    we may never see
    each other. each other.

Ever. ever. ever. ever.
Again, never. Again, never.
    i love you
    forever
    travelling. travelling. travelling. travelling.