From a Dream I Had

This came to me in a dream lat night, so woke up and wrote down all I could remmeber. IT was a vivd dream. I wish I could have remembered more of it.


Grains of sand blow across dunes piled high
As sun beats down on weathering skin,
aging cracked lips.
Man plods his way
as sidewinders slither their way by him.
They look up only to
feign a hiss of warning.
Suns heat doesn't afford
the exertion of energy.

Past - Future = Present

I've let go of the past
now I see much clearer.
No longer trapped in my mind,
able to think without fear.
Ships still sail through rough seas,
still hear demons dangling my trinkets.
Charms breaking free, escaping bracelets,
while climbing out windows left open.
Seeking freedom on new bracelets, how ironic.
If we want ourselves to be so free,
why do we hold on to possessions?
That's just part of life's lessons....
Let go of all things in the past,
and don't look to the future,
as then the present becomes the past,
leaving only the past
to last.

Soundtrack to a Life - work in progress

Boom Bap, Boom Bap
the jazz, blues, rap, rock and raggae
concert flows in his head.
Beep bopping, marching to
others drums, guitars and cymbols.
Always a concert, always noise
never a settled clear mind.
Static fills the void
left in the middle
leaves him walking in candance
to the rhythmic sounds.
Concerts with only one spectator
fall on deaf ears,
and one man's shoulders.

Currents of Fate

Someday we’ll be fish swimming in the same pond
But until that day, friends
Some day soon we will encounter
The wonderful energy of one another
Swimming in the vast sea of tranquility
In and out of the seaweed we’ll play
In search of the perfect conch to call home
Two fish swimming from the school of hard knocks
Forming new schools of the happy present

We attack like Beta’s, b/c we are fighting fish by nature
Or have we been forced into the role of protector and savior
When it is our souls, our hearts that need to be saved
Yet still we struggle up-stream, fighting the currents of fate

So we keep swimming searching for that perfect conch
So we can spiral in and out of happiness

From a Lost Notebook

This is in my poetry notebook that has been misplaced, so I've titled it accordingly. This is what I've remembered from it in the shower this morning.


Those scarred in youth,
deserve the wisdom and spoils of the elders.
While sowing the seeds of happiness and change
over the inner fields of turmoil,
we pass on love, we pass on forgiveness
while time heals all wounds,
will all wounds heal in time?

When touched by the hand of fate
do we understand it's touch?
Wisdom abound, the beholden are stricken by the sun.
The seeds of change we need to bee
as we fly to the new flowers nectar
And wounds never cease to amaze
after we've healed,
and have run life's maze.

The Artist

Seeing many sunrises leads to long days

Days of memories of purple and pink colors

Yellows and oranges mixing on the horizon

Like paints on the artist's palette

They form new colors and new memories

Each day brings with it something different

Like a finger print

Never two being the same

One day the sun brought something new to me

A new memory that I wanted to keep remembering

A new color to add to my palette

And I called that color friendship

That color eventually bleed into a yet another new memory

And I called it happiness

So now I have this friendship, this happiness, and I mix them together on my palette

And I called it you

You the wonderful new memory,

the new color,

the new friend.

Here For You - A Song

Okay, this has been a work in progress for a bit. I've just finished tweaking it, and now am going to put it to music. It was a poem that turned into a song, but I'm not sure on the chorus' Any thoughts/suggustions are well appreciated. It will be done to an accoustic guitar track.

She don’t drive 55
in her car or in life
She can’t slow down,
b/c when she does she starts to cry
and I’m here for her…..
Like I always was……
And I was will be…….

She knows I’m good
But can’t let go
She’s set inside
But she always cries
As she’s looking back
To how it used to be….
And I’m here for her….
like I always was….
And I always will….

Life’s a journey not to be traveled alone
I’ll open up my arms and you can call it home
And I’m here for you….
Just like I always was….
And I always will……

Holding on and can’t let go
We’ll take our time and go real slow
Walking tall hand-in-hand
You’ll be my woman,
I’ll be your man,
And I’m here for you….
Just like I always was….
And I always will….

Sitting still I take you hand
Looking in your eyes
You’ll understand
That I’m here for you….
Like I always was….
And I always will….

B/c she can’t drive 55 in her car or in life
But if she could
She’d see right now
That I’m here for her….
Like I always was….
And I always will.

Peek-A-Boo

There you are.
You've been gone for so long.
I'm happy to see you've returned.
I'm used to seeing you upside down.
Not used to seeing teeth or
an upward wrinkle in my cheek.
Who knows, sometimes maybe even a dimple or two?
Hello Smile.
How I've missed you.
How happy I am to know you still exist.
I thought I had forgotten you.
Or better yet, you had forgotten me.
But I'm glad that is not the case.
For I've missed you, but now I'm glad you're back.
I thought I had forgotten you,
but there you are, right in front of me.

11:11 More Than a Wish Making Time

So this isn't me, but about me. I've been seeing 11:11, or 1:11 everyday. Most days both times in the day/night I see it. It's been happening for a good 6 months or so. To the point where it's freaky. So I started to do some research into it, and well I'm not the only one. The whole 11:11 phenomenon is being written aboout by so many people in so many different ways. But one of the things that strikes me is the following. It was taken from http://www.urigeller.com/articles/11.htm

A trigger of remembrance

For many years the numbers 11:11 have been mysteriously appearing to people all over the world. Often appearing on digital clocks, the sightings of 11:11 tend to occur during times of heightened awareness, having a most powerful effect on the people involved. This causes a reactivation of our cellular memory banks. There’s a stirring deep inside, a hint of remembrance of something long forgotten. The appearance of 11:11 is also a powerful confirmation that we are on the right track, aligned with our highest Truth. Throughout the years, I have personally encountered thousands of people all over the world who, have experienced repeated sightings of 11:11. They all want to know what is happening to them and why. What does the 11:11 signify?
11:11 is a pre-encoded trigger placed into our cellular memory banks prior to our descent into matter which, when activated, signifies that our time of completion is near. This refers to the completion of duality. When the 11:11 appears to you, it is your wake-up call. A direct channel opens up between you and the Invisible. When this happens, it is time to reflect on whatever you are doing for a moment and Look Larger. A transfer is in position. You can enter the Greater Reality if you wish pray or meditate and seed your future and also, you can be seeded by the Invisible. You can ask for help in some specific area of your life or simply listen quietly and receive a revelation. The appearance of 11:11 is an always beneficial act of Divine Intervention telling you that it is time to take a good look around you and see what is really happening. It’s time to pierce the veils of illusion that keep us bound to an unreal world. You have been chosen, because you are ready, to step into the Greater Reality. To lead the way for others into a new way of living, into a Greater Love. To ascend from duality into Oneness.
The 11.11 is the bridge to our vitality and oneness. It is our pathway into the positive unknown and beyond.
The Doorway the 11: 11
This can presently be perceived as a crack between two worlds.
It is like a bridge which has the inherent potential of linking together two very different spirals of energy.
As we unite together as One, bringing together our fragments of the key,we not only create the key, but we make visible the Doorway.
Thus this bridge functions as an invisible door or a doorway into the Invisible realm.
The 11:11 is the bridge to an entirely different spiral of evolution.
The symbol of 11:11 was pre-encoded into our cellular memory banks long ago.
Returning our cycle of incarnations upon the Earth. The 11.11 has rested dormantly within us since that faraway position under time-release mechanization, combined with sealed orders which would only open when the 11.11 was fully activated. It has been gently sleeping, awaiting the moment of triggering. And now the 11:11 is finally activated...
11:11 is the pre-encoded trigger and the key to the mysteries of the universe and beyond.
Some of you have recognized this symbol as something of significance, yet have been unaware of its true meaning. With the advent of digital clocks many years ago, the significance of 11:11 began to make itself felt, often appearing on clocks at times of accelerated awareness. For those of you who have know that 11:11 was something special, we now need you to come forth into positions of leadership. For you are important parts of the key.
11 isn't just a precursor to danger etc – it’s the whole point! 1+1 = 2 - unity, togetherness, peace. September 11 was a tragic event - no-one would question that - but if it leads to people realizing that the only way for this race to survive is togetherness and peace, maybe those deaths will not be in vain.

Brain Fart (work in progress)

Held back by
apprehension and fear,
remembering days past,
those problems weren't there.
Used to go on
without a care in the world.
Now, sometimes I feel like
one of Pavlov's rovers,
salivating to the bell being rung.
I've got the universe
tapping me on my shoulder,
telling me I'm on the right path.
Moving through myself,
changing myself,
before I can change the world.

Time Pieces

I will not let time pieces
keep me from completing
my aspirations
keeping me on schedule for
things less important than
me!

I will not let false hopes
of being on time
according to the time pieces
kept by others.
I will make my own.
Live life by my own
keep it for myself
not on my wrist or
in my pocket.

I will keep living my
time on this earth until
the earth tells me
my time is up.

As time waits for no man,
I wait for no time on a man’s hand,
or on his wall.
It’s his way of making me
feel small if I’m late.

So I march to the beat
of a different drum.
That doesn’t make me
feel like a bum
or lesser of a man
for it’s all part of my bigger plan

For you see
when my time is up
no bells, whistles or
alarms will be going off.
My eyes will cease to open,
my lungs will not fill with air
I will not hear the sounds,
that make me laugh and smile
It's then, that I know
I am finally on time.

Thoughts of the Day

Things I miss most
are some of the most
beautiful of all.
The laughter of children playing,
seeing a puppy/kitten chasing it's tail,
the supple spine of a beautiful woman,
standing up for what I believe in,
adhering to the principles I hold dear to me.
those I have lost,
especially you grampa.

Simple, yet so dear to me
I hate to be with without them.
If writing is my salvation,
are these things my inspiration?
If suddenly, the journey to be better
is here, will I loose my muse?
Will I loose my will to write,
my will to share?
I hope to hold these things forever,
because they are so dear.