ideas....

i wish i were a raindrop upon your face
then maybe i'd mingle with your tears.
we would both understand.

****

Like a family of tumbleweeds out for a stroll
I was crushed
80 mph
and off sped your indifference.

****

seoul pancakes
soul pancakes

I am Brilliant

I. Seasoned
the elation you feel tracking a flock of birds across the sky
so many seasons a rose does not bloom
how shallow would your joy be
if attached only to such singular occasion

II. Brilliant
I am brilliant in this season.
I am ripe.
My leaves not ruffled, crumpled
I am ready for a plucking, a devouring.
I know my ripeness is a wanting thing,
a state of the moment, nothing more.
such Ripeness fades more shallow than the waning moon.

Some have unseasoned beauty
in that the brilliance and season
are, indeed, mutually exclusive.

III. A Woman
her hair blue and red, sparks of a midnight waterfall
She upholds tradition while
in a jesture watches it crumble
Her laugh- the mirror that gleams the crescent moon
and driping waterfall spray
She walks edges and does not sway
Her eyes glisten softly with fire,
subtle and direct.
with hands that will the mountains to bend at her pleasure.
calm and fierce beauty indeed.



..... there is more to this, but i haven't found it yet...

seasoned

the elation you feel tracking a flock of birds across the sky
so many seasons a rose does not bloom
how shallow would your joy be
if attached only to such singular occasion

Brace Your Self

Brace yourself
heres the bigwowfinish
we've been waiting for:

That moment you
that shred of time
you saved your pennies for
that moement is a memory
and you stand on the corner
like a passenger, express line, left behind

shut your mouth.
Leave it hang open
and you just might swallow reality
three tablespoons too much,
three minutes too soon.

Emptiness

A room of drawers, cupboards and cases
No requiem to mourn
The loss shivering within the empty spaces
A single sheath of dust quivers
By incessant echoes of barren places
Calling clear and yet I dare not open
For fear founded on the basis
Of losing the fragmented wisps-
A fading past that fills the air with faces
Booming by laughter
But now broken and chases
The sound to an empty room
Filled with drawers, cupboards and cases