the moon waits

The other night as I was taking out the trash I noticed another one of those beautiful California sunsets. So I wrote this:

the moon waits

the sky is light blue and gold and pink,
the moon hangs bright and unsure,
like a scimitar waiting to cleave a dream in two,
and now the sky has dimmed,
and Caribbean water has turned to cobalt,
and still the moon waits.

 

this is everything you are

I feel the need for a foreword here. This poem is a work in progress, so feel free to make suggestions on how I can improve it. Thanks. Rock on.

This Is Everything You Are

this is everything you are:
perception, reaction, creation, destruction

stilled by the gaze of a lover

this is everything you are:
foresight, hindsight, insight, blindness

every moment a new version of truth

this is everything you are:
thought, belief, question, idea

making love to a heart and mind

this is everything you are:
memory, experience, wisdom, knowledge

learning to hold and be held effortlessly

this is everything you are:
love, hate, lust, indifference

finding the peace in a new island

this is everything you are:
infinite, unnameable, connected, boundless

released by a heart you never expected

 

only the lonely…

…know the way I feel tonight. Yep. Sometimes even the love of friends and family just isn’t enough and loneliness rears its ugly head. At those times I find it awfully helpful to make something, you know besides misery. Enjoy.

discovery

where could you be?

i had you once,

out of time,

out of space,

out of synch,

now i have only this moment,

temporary refuge from the storm of everyday,

where could you be?

i held you once,

in attraction,

in lust,

in love,

now i hold only these lines,

pull them taut against the force of the wind,

where could you be?

i felt you once,

out of need,

out of longing,

out of emptiness,

now i feel only resolve,

to wake up each day open to discovery.

 

one quick poem

Just pausing here during the work day and getting centered. So, hey, what better way to get centered than to reflect and write a poem.

The oak is mighty, but rigid,

It snaps when the wind is too strong,

The Cattail bends and sways with the breeze,

A river stone is always on the bottom,

But constantly polished by the flow of the water,

Emeralds wait to be found in the rough dirt,

But one has to dig for them,

We fear crying,

But we forget that when we cry we know one thing:

We are alive.

 

the view from here

I got buzzed on tequila,

Listened to Steely Dan,

Thought about the first time I fell in love,

And what have I learned?

The heart is a reckless ocean,

It runs slipshod over the sea floor,

And only the tides and currents change,

Sweat, ecstasy, affection,

Letting someone inside,

Getting to know the way she smiles when she thinks only of you,

Desirous and desirable,

The bliss of secret moments,

Over coffee, beer, Thai food,

The smell of the bed in the morning,

Fog settles in over the land of your heart,

Love finds settlement in soft ground,

I’ve grown, I’ve lost, I’ve become wiser, better, at times…

Even more patient,

I know what the light and the orgasm can’t tell me,

I know who I am and I know what I need,

Even if I can’t hold her tonight,

I know she’s out there,

Just beyond that blue horizon.

 

the learning curve

palm trees sway in the gentle breeze

the city’s got a sweet disease

it echoes with ten million pleas

for agents to sign or you’ll freeze

before the chill of death sets in

before you lose your fans to sin

before the dizzy crowd you spin

before applause or yawning din

not much hope, no angels in sight

just kids out on Sunset tonight

pantheon of performing might

the proud, the brave, the out of sight

when will all the performers learn

it’s not about the gold you earn

the fame you birth before the urn

it’s ecstasy at every turn