Monday, December 31, 2012


I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind in a closed room.


Sunday, December 23, 2012

No Title

I see you in the distance


I stare at something beautiful


in nature's backyard.

Saturday, December 15, 2012


I see the light

but cannot reach it.

I see the green pasture

but cannot smell it.

I feel the freedom

but cannot unlock the door.

I want to be me again

but I fail to recognize who I am.

You have helped me

but I cannot feel any success.

You hold out hope for me

but I am slowly failing.

Help me now

so I can touch the light


smell the pasture.

12.15.2012 – for a special boy

Tuesday, December 11, 2012


I see you in the distance


I stare at something beautiful


in nature's backyard.

sometime in 1970

Saturday, December 8, 2012


A daydream,

faster than mornings first light beam.


lost my sister at birth's hand,


long awaited, lonely

monastic love.


Sunday, December 2, 2012



written on ancient parchment;

lay frozen

in my inner thoughts.

I let your letter


among the icebergs

in a water


Every word you say today


an echo of tomorrow.


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Smoke Puff

I saw you in my


a glare, possessed by

nocturnal visions

from nonchalant memoirs.


smoke escaping

from a fireplace of thought. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Powder Man

He sneaks into your thoughts continuously
as you fight with him vigorously.
You have been lost in the mist
unexplainably rendezvousing with the Powder Man.

You are caught--- from time to time
endlessly correcting him in mime.
Enter the Powder Man
and losing sight as you glad back into the mist.

Exit the Powder Man,
you think you can
got caught in the haze
endlessly in a walking daze.
Exit the Powder Man
following him as best you can.


Sunday, November 25, 2012


I crushed a stone with a word


steamed  from the depths of thought.


befelled a friend with kindness,


picked him up with a touch of hate


piteously crushed him with words of



Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Shattered Water

A distant lake, frozen
footprints in the snow.
Ice cracking from the mid-day sun
echoing through the trees.

A small boy - visible
from a distance
retracing his footprints
in the snow.

Ice cracking loudly
against the winters breeze.
An opaque silhouette of the boy,
just a shadow of himself.
Cracking ice
against the winter breeze
wondering where to go.


Monday, November 19, 2012


I spilled the long awaited troubles

over a silk bedspread

wrinkled by love.

A  future rising above the horizon

of your hazel eyes.

You have warmed me on many a winters night

and brightened my room

with your summer smile.

A compendium of memories

on an antique tureen

that pleasure

painted with your eye shadow.

I think of you dearly

as you

cast a shadow on my mirror

left behind  in a closed room.


The masses dictate the

evolution of change;


society become computerized

by its own whims


blend in.

An individual stands


flips coins into a fountain,


who notices him.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sea Gull

A sea gull gliding
through the fog drenched coast,
soaring high,
soaring low
searching endlessly
from shore to breakwaters end.

Sun scratching the
breaks in haze
sparkling diamond beads
on rocks and shore,
soaring more and more.

Blinding beams of light –
sea gull flying out from sight.
Soaring high
diving low.
Search has ended
two sea gulls following the offshore breeze
soaring together
enjoying the mid-day sky.

written 3.25.00

Saturday, November 10, 2012

"what lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us"

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Can you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.

Can you hear the heart crying
late at night.
Gliders drifting overhead
as the night turns into day;

Can you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.
Can’t you see the sun through foggy eyes
hoping for new life falling from the gliding sky.

Help is on its way in the
early in the day;
Can’t you hear the bell ringing
in the early daylight.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

What It Means to Write!!

I thought I would explain what it means to me to write poetry.  Poetry is a way for me to get inside my emotions and thoughts, much like assessing your subconscious with active words. Writing has always been a way for me to explain my thoughts, concerns, friendships, things that have happened, and love. What I could not say or feel on the outside I could write about from the inside. I was 13 when I began to write. It has been a great way to express my purpose using alliteration and metaphors to really bring out the true hidden thoughts.  Writing, yes, is an escape but it is what makes me truly love life, people, and all the surroundings with a passionate feeling.

Many things inspire me to write and for the most part it is the relationship between me and my thoughts.



And as the North wind blows

we cherish

the view of a saltmarsh; misty.


diving at sea life exposed by the low outgoing changing tide.

Moonbeams streamed into a warm room,

as your reflection is silhouetted off a crystal light shade.

Circular snowflakes

were falling in parallel unison,

and ice cracked with the shifting tide.


were content as our warmth

increased with every breath.

I looked outside a frosted window 


saw high tide reach peak, and

surrounded the sea grass for another eight hours.

As the North wind blew, echoes came from waves crashing against

the breakwater


 our thoughts sailed back into the mist

echoing against the bare walls of our frosted room.

Sunday, October 7, 2012


Twenty years

of dust transcended by

winds traversing through poignant canyons

as tidbits have been telegraphed to a wayward star.

Forgotten is your flowing hair

like the distant sunset to the West.

Faint laughter, arguments

cloaked in naive


Years asleep, I revisited our familiar meeting place.

Bright light was slowly overcome by


I heard again,

the echoes from the belltower

Friday, September 21, 2012

Small Expressions

Though you see my passions never unfold,

this young poets tale will never be

told whole.

He is at a loss of expression, and

will someday teach the world a literary lesson.

Friday, September 14, 2012

On Becoming Famous

Peddling endlessly on a treadmill…

…. you called it.

We search for style, glory and honor,

gain style, miss honor

and acclaim glory.

Some inhibit style, saturate glory and harbor honor.

I've attained style, lack glory

and feel honor,

metaphored life, grace and

rhymed my way to


interpreted words wrongly

set on wet cement

from lack of style and meter

but have attained a level of


Sunday, August 5, 2012

Mountain Dust

Your soft voice, once so angelic
became hard,
and felt like one hit a brick wall at 50

So the memories stay fresh
but fade in time.
The hurt continues with 
profound pain.

We ventured into uncharted feelings.
Maybe too fast.
Maybe not fast enough
 for us to realize our buried love.

Our emotional state deteriorates
as the volcano continues to
Sealed now, lots of ash, smoke and
hurtfully dormant, snow capped, until another eruption.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012


I have nothing left to say
in the quiet of the day
in the rain filled May.

Can you feel the despair of my love?
Your the angel of my heart
constantly touching my soul.
I'm on a lonely island 
just sifting the shifting sands.

I have nothing left to say,
quiet on this island day
in the shelter of May's rain. 

Saturday, June 30, 2012


I count the minutes until we speak

and cherish the time we share together.

I count the days until we meet
and daydream about our intimate moments.

A relationship building like a
vast storm front with the intensity of a
yet so slow to develop.

I’ve cried in fear, in joy because of the churn.
What have you felt?

We are separated by space,

We are together in spirit, desire, and time.
has the clock stopped or started?


Silent, but listening, attentive but distant, clearly thoughtful, vaguely visible.
Shy by nature, outgoing by force
Yet hard to see, strong and forceful;
Gentle as a light rain, I am always present, but have no distain … clearly cheerful

Fast moving play is what I like
Basketball mostly, remember when you were a tike?
Even today, attention is strong, statistics fill the scoreboard,
They all make it real, real clear.
Remember the Hawks, loss after loss
I root tirelessly, game after game.
Change of field, a pass into the end zone, a six point toss
All those plays and stats, they are never the same.

Music is essential, hip-hop and rap, even the faint can hear;
Understanding the message, sometimes it’s unclear.
But the beat runs through me and makes everything clear.
Can you hear the wind…? A rush of time
I see the wind, because all the messages rhyme.

Silent, but listening, there is a part that is tender and caring
Like a footprint in the sand
When the sea comes in, a footprint in the sand, and becomes challenging and daring
I, ME…. stand tall like an oak, as my own man.  

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Star Struck Date 03091000


Sweet dreams love,
my affection will keep you
warm tonight.

Don’t fall asleep right away,
feel my love touch your lips.
Every inch of me trembles
with emotion and joy.

The scent of your skin,

arousing ripples, fear and

a sense of exploration.

Your words, tender,
your voice, soft and inviting.

Sweet dreams love.
We will keep each other warm tonight.
Sweet dreams my love,
we will hold each other tight.

Listen to what our hearts say,
those wanting desires that time passed away.
Hear the angels echo our words
and carry them into the new day.

We should sit around a table and
learn, discuss and encounter our fears, loves, hopes and failures.


candlelight dinners and soft music surroundings.
So who are we now?

Thursday, April 19, 2012


Hearing your words floating 
through the air,

rocking in a chair

beneath the constellations.

I see your image on

tinted glass

haunting my bed with empty hopes.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

My Love

There is magic in the air
and each time we get together
I trembled at the thought of our touch
and became another person when we kiss each other.

A person who feels passion,
a person who feels love from inside out.
different and heavenly.

I don’t know why we didn’t connect earlier
but then the magic would not be the same.
Our love possesses demons, desires, happiness, and sadness
and at some point hurt.
All surpassed by strength, deep caring and trust.

Our love also possesses understanding and forgiveness
And the notion that this is a magical love
One that could not resist the test of time.
The test is today
we are catching our dream hitching a ride on a rainbow.
Come lets go together and enjoy our magic.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I Want

I want to share everything with you.
I want you to look deep into my eyes so you can see my inner soul
and feel the warmth you bring to me,
the peace you provide within
and the passion I have for you.

I want you to feel my joy, sadness
and the beat of my craving heart.
I want you to see my dreams
and walk with me endlessly so you can see where you are
each and every day.

I want to hold you tight
to kiss your lips softly, tenderly and caress your body.
I want you to feel my passion, desires strength and weakness.
I want to see the moonrise with you
and tell you things you have never heard before.

I want our hearts to make love together
and see endless ecstasy and to experience the
rhythm of our desires.

What I want is you,
the light that brightens each day.
I want us to be together
to share each moment, thoughts endlessly.
I want us to see things – together


 Hear the mild wind blow
through the colorful meadow
following the riverbank.
Water tumbling over the exposed rocks.

I spoke into your eyes
and saw pollen floating
and heard the wind howl
echoes through the wild flowers.

I spoke into your eyes
and saw tree branches sway
back and forth
and your eyes blinked to the wind
 following the lonely meadow stream. 

Friday, March 2, 2012


feel your touch

along a roaring jagged coastline.

Your softness as is in the skyline,

caresses you in a love book,

I see your beauty in an underwater forest,

delineate your tenderness

in my dreams,

and dream


in abstract like Miro.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012


Mountains glisten

through a snow ridge dream.

Snow melting from the noon sun,

a day moon

peaking through clouds

of nuptials with nature.

A lonely heart;

a mountain stream

carrying a "49ers" pick.

Golden memories flowing between your

wonderfully shaped fingers.


rings of hope

and words

that traveled through my sifting trough.