Whispers to Sea: XIV

Strengthening of the solidarity and Vulcan was a blacksmith (God of War) warmer already. 9:45 and then wondering why all these people decided gravel on the road. A woman in the parking lot next to truck and listened on the northwest millions. I think of refugees sleep in rooms moving from Oregon to my light. Nature seems still and peaceful, expanse of water over there. Nosy, assuming too much. Home on humble waves. Every individual has felt love’s society changed to one so far sky and witnessed their a prolonged presence from a revolving through space and time American morning apartment of marks around the smudge of as me and he never left his bag. Pictures in the entire bay I am this water with two drakes, blockades, then a rooster mornings from nowhere birds start to kneeling next to Manzanita at fuchsia flowerings. An eyeball crushed in the carpet, the kitchen and a storm Tin Can Mailman of the moon decide to go home bent with the wind or sound racing back landside amber eyes flipping on a high wire. Elmo mixed veggies and liquados smelled of wine. One could doe and two babies eat at the paranoid and preaching the cuddling the cat warm with my overcome with guilt most the what a wonder to wake up in the hitch-hiker’s eyeing the Ivanhoe, Naked Lunch, dead all at once. Is love for the lover or the loved? Thank you. A bowl herbal mix-ology and the waves grow larger, meant to fill your earthly well Big Oil. I pump him full of lead artifacts, propagating trash, stoking fire logs in California. His last crackling croak across the crowded highway. Mouse opens her yes a human, what will be next? Away really, all I want is a long from tea lightly drifting windows and hay bales lined the idiots. They look like who they is Ruger. Busy markets and dirty districts and what kind of things are built among men. My legacy is my own. Old women there and she aw me shared the apple orchards and the kicking dust on the side of the more bookstores and happily a simple and kicks. But they are all safety and solitude peace. Who crossed the Nephood desert for it. Parallels between pipeline refuge will be enticed to move along these as three come down the alley. The product of my beating breast, the sweet dancing fire, has, as each leaf falls I am reminded of overseas, FBI internal feud over emails, how useless they can be. Monkey or a tree? No, much less. A blind child stared at just now to God to nourish foreign soils.

Whispers to Sea: XIII

Unity is our invisible force – River. The last of Oregon air, it feels separate directions, I’m wondering. Crushing men shuffle about one man and put my ear to the iron rail. Search for cheese by the heart? Days to end, vagabond souls commotion of the night. Their lights forget the harsh elements and through cuts of trees some in fact taken is own. I am too leading the wayward floater one another’s efforts. A weary traveler, how has while others watched the whip the other direction to avoid across undulating Earth. And early in the you can see His fantastic design, thousand in the lounge cart the same time was the trees, different. Of the Golden Gate bridge across has showered – A black duck bathes in the valley melody and forehead, white socks and nose, foggy toads croaking, sniffing and kissing. Of a million dollars, Mother’s upstairs in walking into The Faces. Brothers Karamazov breath, I am the wind and bonzai trees over the beach back to safety without lightening athletic run and admire her window, old orange cat named The Earth was moist and run along the familiar running paths around them. God’s image; family. Swimming in the ocean overcome, reading Armenian stories at night. Under the sun’s beam key writings, Poe. New grass springs from the than progress further, putting two different weeds in, but calm now. A symbol of the compassion after chasing a housecat. “Is this an older one?” Hoarding useless, meaningless, knew she was in a cell. Fire, an untouchable bum starts to run revived to life the little to French dictionary to the hip. Now I’m getting carried, smooth breast, the stream rising them inside. Snow piled up to the comfortable men walking like fucking Day the dog, the pug, the name of native dirt. Wandering through he was thinking of his family, of life and not to become a builder. But this time as I passed there was a capacity for compassion and didn’t want to be at home short reading of Shelley, Emily. To express and so the gawks, macona and hash, moments of by that name I am known and I was one are fat shuffle to put books away. Soon we vagabonds bailing out of junky porto’ potty happiness sharing love for it is looses. Garden of Heaven – A quiet mission to export gay rights, high spending battle for senate control, particular human beings have shown you to me? Who? Equal to a fellow man virtue; the wise desire virtue. A red bird shakes the ancient elder tree to call to heaven and spilling your fruit.

Life

In the window sill
Bamboo reaches slow
Towards the nearest
Sliver of sunlight
Radiating off glass
So close to the cold
Wind bending the pine trees South
Where the snow spills from Winter’s mouth
Deep across the barren
Desert abandoned
Mother wrapped in holy
Blankets of her child
Worshipping the earth
With charcoal covered
Face hardened by age and wind
Winters under heaven stars home-
Less not looking to be found
She used to hold me
Across her lap and sing, look
Deep into my eyes
Reassuring me
That my soul echoes through
The heartbeat of mankind
Whispered voices from the stars
When my soul is singing of love

Outskirts Of City

Fashions
“It’s okay, thank you.”
Easy to get away with voodoo
When a woman’s face follows me everywhere and
In my room watches what I do…
Beautiful people
Smile at me and place curses behind The Wall
The people that I knew before all covered in flies
A man stands feathered in gold, his arms raised
Atop a golden-stepped castle
Engraved with heads of man
Engraved with vines of jungle
Incan faces carved coins of princess gold of royal necklace
Worn by mummified woman saved with straight teeth
And petrified skin
Plucked by man digging
In Peru of El Dorado roads
And green is the gold of heaven.
(Green mountains with mist that make it look like China, anywhere)
Fashions end.

Amelia Earheart

Proud walk skinny with stained bodies
Observing reptilian sun
Don’t go away, don’t go away

Dirty mail sunk with Amelia
Scars on skin depict
100 year wars,
divine architecture,
and angels,
Don’t go away, don’t go away

Bodies of rising water
From mist to ice defined
The memory of this life
Lines to an unknown play

Don’t go away, don’t go away, don’t go away.

Whispers to Sea: III

When all the virtues of a people – people are the creators of all repeated tremors over two months. Your mute I will be when my tongue, Arion charming dolphins with song. Ludwig Wittgenstein south into northern California. My surprise at the amount of youth or maybe Oakland and a middle aged woman headed to places unknown. Your gaze permeating from burden. A sack he slung over his growing, tinkling with all these dogs who never stop on the highway. Only it’s light illumines sleeping man’s empty cup. The moon switches windows as Hemingway, Faulkner, Kafka northern a yellow train car off the tracks. Bested in a duel, it is as a rocket ship preparing to day. The sun gives us confidence tread our size. Rails pulling slowly out of each town. Wand through my eyelashes, chest, the way he ate into. But now they are barren objects, the train have just left the seat. Only an hour or so until let her know surely her neighbors a giant ship all red at the bottom. French couple incessant, whirling around the same patch of grove, a gather of nymphs. Heraclitus Panta rhei – Abstractly knowing with birdbaths and water fountains in northern California with that; the slightly frantic chirping and knowing who you are. Fire is water jumping porch playing a wooden flute because splashing water is underneath a yellow giant winding through the Avenue of The Girl and The Hashish Smoker. The great dialogues of a hill somewhere before the waves created an aura along his step as he thundered along of my inner mind where one may past midnight huge open pastures one eye only through. It has been a welcome storm. Two and ideas of being stuck in. Rule the world? Because I know he will be bored. A situation the rain beats a rhythm outside madrones and all but the dew drops use the words of Leo from if you are writing of the eats, the new grass at the bottom of the ash on the table. Into it? Do you leave it as is? Lands on the branch of a bubble and from every the beds, one star over the ridge is forbidden. Better for nonsense drawing from the unlimited well stuck in a dimly lit room strange, resting on a large stone. Heard someone not long ago in a Falls, Oregon, the last stop on, may describe the lot of them littered the way down to change. But the color red is everywhere. “Ouch! My hand is right there.” Stomping into every room smoke coast take the 101 and frogs in Chile croak the same in front of one eyes leaving the white line on the cloud home where, as any others, a secret day, our water pipes are seeping lead to seek justice also from pip as palo santo burns on the conditions of his kingdom. Would have to heat our water on the effect of emotion on the wars. School kids jump fences and dinner from off a paper. Hopping trains across borders into waters of the shallow. In millions behind the scenes in some wiping silent tears at the bar. Why have I been complacent for her granddaughter? And you think of a budding hill that rose huge, a silver tortoise guards the fire. Who was the one who used to rock with rain and mist, cool in the entire room and instantly brighten selections of Chekhov and a thesaurus. By the window and light two if these ideas really belonged to me. Standoff verdict adds to tense, close the lovely park that holds very majestic star. Gives to true beauty fresh attractiveness, know of to happen to know some in between these souls there are few window of the human home. The wind that bears along the triple Ganges, a twinkling star catches my eye from the one who’s name was writ on and birds constructs their nests green mountains and thy circling movement hover near. Halloween costumes inspiring new type Shiite militias join Mosul offensive. Saudi-led air strikes hit prison complex with being. An ant of my colony as I kitchen drenched in jealousy, it burned, and earth in all it’s loveliest hues arrayed the jeering mouths of men open and to the birds, to the roots of roses, an entire people’s cries come and lay my cheek against and I want not only to growl and grin, growing in the vineyard and you are private.

Whispers to Sea: II

Seeking to gain power? Conscious people laboring. Matthew prattles of Diana. Egyptian thief train station headed further and it is true but I have been, say, except for a few young men, on trains crammed desperately. Slanted eye upon realizing Atlas, except carrying his own – her body. To forget all these sons of whores alongside our train and its far off a man walks by and steals a forward or sways side to side. Camus, Caldwell, Steinbeck. Across the desert in California, 319 UP903134, to be conquered and window and she admires him dark as they do during where no man’s foot has dared to. How large our pride compared. We came in cars on smooth though she has waved her silver in his face, his forearms, his feet of men did once roam Sacramento. The last people to exit Davis stay on to greet the rising sun to the sea – docked. Take a seat next to a different species of butterfly, redwood trees still in subtle ways. Agathangelos thinking in time, somewhere familiar, a place, hills, dew from grass. I soon learned – resolved. A black odor the ceiling. Who was sitting outside on the drive through puddles? Glock with yellow leaves underneath on the 101 things this morning – the moon. Were before me from the view from white mist from the crashing, the first drop of rain followed. I have entered through the door, hundreds of calling frogs one hour past midnight thread. I can see with where we stay. Raining for a few days. Midnight theory. And then what? I worry for his loneliness – paths of life. The woodstove glows orange, lined at the side with peeling cloak the bronze hill. Many treasures found, to write in a room, it looks as animals and plant life, firm muscles and confident stride, leaves on the soil, of a way you are to bring comfort, pauses for a moment, and this little world here – His crop dutifully examining farm, question, learning of any kind. Limits of life are tested. Every winter of my earlier years staring far way into the Pacific – the healing component – and I, in Klamath, like a simple child, disgusting, I believe one word at the side of the road in B. after two weeks nothing seemed. “It’s what I do, I don’t time it!” Return south soon? Along the, and according to Ingrid, the light. No wonder everyone sits. A peddler passes calmly without the wind, is mightier than the way into my sight and brought birthday as a day normal infrastructure is not old, when all of against your hand if I am tossed inside a smoking marijuana sockets examining the man with no home. Every morning we human brain red tomatoes fly igniting Halloween – Table to steal a brownie before inhabit the dens that find no sleep. This drawing of a girl, of Clinton, while her husband docks tunes between heaves and surrounded by these people. You see an old woman walking with LSD vision. I ran to the top color, patriotism see? I’m the one who made it hot 2016, and ecstatic morning can change the feeling of the King Lear, The Rubaiyat, On the Road. I slowly walk to the candles written for how am I to say for sure open enrollment begins? The middle of downtown B., Oregon so, “I invoke thee, thou diamond-fiery.” It is true, even the meanest garb feel inclined to be the first person they heart is willing to greet them, looking up to look into the Matali. We journey in the path of Parivaha; zoom in and see where 108th is, humming the hymns of Mutability. Entanglement about his shoulders. If you were to ask me why I dwell among, to steal the luster from her sparking eye. Election tough for parents, teachers emails show strategy of Clinton pipeline shift. Pakistan moves to block protests. Are you to me an individual obsessed? Claws at the backdoor to the organic cider and ginger, displaced and sad there. I sprinkle words in handfuls, and hear with me, city — of course one day I will. Haunts me also in daylight, there is a walnut tree breathing.

Whisper

You will see angry men, sensitive and insecure. Take off your angry sunglasses! Or an old lady reaching for French bread pizzas in the frozen section. 

“Where is my past of mounding dough down some stone canal in France?” A woman – Lone. “Where are my memories? Don’t you get them anymore?”

With dirty eyes peeking from a barred pharmacy window facing the street.

An escape from noise – To watch you 

Take off your wig on the cobblestone…

“Sure let’s crack it open, eh?”

Separating yourself from the identity that your family has only recently learned to love – and around the corner your running…

And old men shoot the enemy as they stumble away, down some railroad tracks in Prague, Manhatten, or Nice

Died mumbling.

I’ve seen leaders send their armies through the golden gates unlocked by Peter. Out these doors you left a man and returned beyond recognition, clawing through clouds and metal in order to reach the ones you love.

That loved you… Those who are no longer with you on Earth

Have forgotten the sound of your voice, and in the mirror stands a different man, numb – and sad like always in the dark giggling, clutching your knees and idiot.

What comes 

I’ve just heard some rumor                                             

Don’t worry, Don’t refuse to work   

Take ten minutes, 

Taste the free 

Coffee and Turkish meat of political rebels.  

I’ll have a plastic bag, I’m walking    

To tundra – Off shelves of Luna to snickers by Tosi toast  

 Into the Pacific – My eyes are always crying.

Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?  

To listen to the lark ascending, the darkness of the sun.    

Babies cry next to empty shopping carts, inviolate  –    

In the middle of the road,    

The noon of night,   

The joy of love.                                                         

Braid your hair my daughter,   

                              Unknown girl, unborn divinity.     

Your mark’d defiance under trains   

Covered in Flipino mud 

 Where you may dig for diamonds,

 The eyes of an ancient woman

 Papa, will choose a bouquet of flowers – 

For the old Dodgers fan pulling himself across the square,   

 Dancing with Love  

White Heat.
We’re busy all day tomorrow,     

                                 Watch my cup of water tremble.            

Workshop Poetry

Don’t forget the market on Sunday, Don’t forget your Mama.

Dotted lights spell coffee behind my eyes, 

Blonde hair is braided, cutoff, and thrown away – Drowned in an awkward soda.

Cover your mouth. Her eyes dart around the room suspicious of you, followed by a man in yellow…

“You’re writing novels over there?”

Of course only the story of the dream in front me – Reaching for money.

Reaching for candy —

Should I stay with my Uncle? 

A man stares down into his green grocery bag,                              “Where is my money?”