poem of the day October 31


When air comes

from far away

it brings new tides 

that break over familiar rocks

with a different wind

from a different direction

able to change old patterns

into new ideas

It all depends on how you

stand in the sand

poem of the day October 30


Permanent

is how the candle

looked as the

flame flickered out

over seeds of salvation

waiting within

the rim of sorrow

At the moment

the sad line was longer

then the circle of life

that had become

frozen to a moment of memories

Bundled so deep together

the communal  pressure

finally opened into the heat of love

sprouting flames of hope

able to light the candle of healing

poem of the day October 29


Somber leaves

Crying snow

Still sadness

wet with tears

makes the grey sky

internal with

thoughts that

can not change

the happen of

the silent clap

poem of the day October 28


The first dust of winter

filled with white

killed the power

in the night

I'm glad to say

while I was

dreaming of

past lives

swimming in

tropical seas

some kind soul 

fixed the lights for me

poem of the day October 27


The sun can not shine

if it has a dark heart

It can only burn those

that get too close

to the heat

poem of the day October 26


Gold diggers

were clamming

at low tide

with fake rakes

Catching pearls

hiding inside old men

in need of pills

All knew the game was fixed

The smart money was not on

the white caged unicorn

unaware of the trap

There the greed of fate 

raced by puritanical reins

confused the truth

for what life is worth 

poem of the day October 25


Connectivity 

was very low

Preoccupation

had clogged

all paths of light

The elephants had

taken over the road

and were waiting

at the fork where

ten thousand pound canaries

full of clipped wings

gave out bad advise

to passing gorillas 

dressed nice for boredom

Above them all was

the weathered sign

on the ancient hanging tree

"What happens next

depends on the

strength of two dreams"

poem of the day October 24


I watch the wave

of a windy tree

silhouette handshakes

just for me

On a grey dawn sky 

the forest shudders

with the blustery gale

fresh air north and west

Undulating for the sun 

as it climbs the ridge

to sway the light

through bowing branch bridge

poem of the day October 23


Windy leaves 

knocked down

by cold lash rain

fill country hills

with windy dancers

performing the last waltz

of a summer season

now slipping into the

solitude of darker days 

poem of the day October 22


Who is the I of eye I am?

What sees the eye I become?

From universal sea I am open eyed

looking from I to eye 

to where I see the eye of me 

reflecting eyes of humanity

poem of the day October 21


"Of course there are no rules"

Time said to Present

as they met at the edge

of Past 

"What is there then?" Present asked Time

as wind dreams blew past into Future

"There is only the fleeting moment where rules

become the wiggle of the waggle"

"Wiggle of the waggle?"

"Yes, the unbounded bounded dance of now"

poem of the day October 20



One seed grows

from a discarded pile

centuries away from liberty

How this kernel floated

through dystopia and

found life on the wasted

thoughts of proud bones

was the question asked

by those gathered around ivory towers

built on the foundation

of personal greed

poem of the day October 19


I am looking for the perfect tree

full of color that touches me

It might be oak

It might be maple

It might be red

It might purple

but most of all

I am looking

for a tree to open in me

the rainbow hues of harmony

poem of the day October 18


Long drapes covering

open windows

block all light

from entering the temple

The man made shades catch

everything including 

the air of the sage

trying to seep around the candle

having traveled

miles from the big lake 

to make a house to call home

poem of the day October 17

Stone Indians

stand by a river 

lined with wooden nickles

passed off as pickles

Their thick glazed

canoes drift by 

karma breath elephants

well past the walls of December

Where they are joined to the other team

somewhere within a gene

poem of the day October 16


The full night light

was lighter then the dawn

Huge ball of imagination

casting shadows across

fall trees bursting with colors

I am reminded of perfection 

Such a wonderful stew

for those traveling the moon ride

poem of the day October 15


How much is you?

How much is me?

Give and take of destiny

Are you part tango?

Full metal mango?

A  flow of energy

to be seen

within dreams?

Or just mirage

growing out of a garage

depends on if you run

with the idea of two

or the idea of one

poem of the day October 14


There was no wind

only the stillness

that sank into hearts

already gathered

to watched the dawn

turn to day

The silent vigil was lost

on those still sleeping

their lives away

poem of the day October 13


Every second

of everyday

hearts beat

within temples

born of nothing

but star dust

traveling the Milky Way

Opening and closing

fragile souls

appear and disappear 

with the pulse of this primordial present 

one breath at a time

poem of the day October 12


To where

does one disappear

in the jungle full of fear?

Perhaps wandering in judgment

pushed by other hearts 

Broken mirrors

of frozen glass that

can't reflect every speck

Busy lives far away  

unable to control 

emotions that should be

free with easy wings

Flapping like eager fire flies across

the sky of eternity

Lost in the intensity

of dreams

born within the muddy tide

Strong waves covering homes

lined with thoughts 

traveling from soul into soul

until you appear fresh from the fear

poem of the day October 11


Cold air

Half moon

Silent night

Leaves at full peak

All on the eve

of a killing frost

I hope the fragile flowers 

enjoy the marvelous beauty 

of this sacred moment

before their journey

to another world

poem of the day October 10


The cord connects

but does not carry 

The dreams are formed

somewhere between 

the Womb and the Milky Way

Stars full of wishes

rush up and down

like heavy fairy dust

on a dry prairie

where old horses tied

to fate pass the water

without drinking even a sip 

Clogging most souls with the fear

of losing the tree born of nothing

poem of the day October 9


Getting up for the market

is an early endeavor

in the treasure hunt for more

You have to get there

at the crack of dawn

Otherwise you lose

"It is a disease" shouted one dealer

who woke up late

very angry that

the hungry birds had 

already eaten

all the golden worms

poem of the day October 8


Some said the old train

had pulled into the station 

with a new ticket

But all I saw was 

life walking in the rain

toward the same tired refrains

Toward pattern dreams forming 

deep within the insane

From sea to shining bee

trying to catch fresh fish

swimming the boundaries

of you and me 

poem of the day October 7


Color on the trees

makes me think

of change 

Superficial change

So natural and tame

How color is just

skin deep

Green becomes red

Yellow emerges 

from certain branches

The whole forest

is a harmonious blend 

of all colors

Except for black and white

that continue to fight

Poem of the day October 6


Another day closer

A degree colder

on the long dark march

toward Winter

So many things to bring

Heat, happiness, health

good tools to make the hike

a cake walk through the slippery icy slope

Aways remember when playing

the game on the edge of darkness

you must bring your inner light

poem of the day October 5


Long time at practice

The stands stacked with hymns

Ideas bouncing off walls

I hear the golden palace is

really made of gold

Inner gold

Gold you have

Gold I have

Not the shinny

coins of greed

branded with temptation

but inner gold

just waiting

to be discovered

by the living light of life

poem of the day October 4


The Ocean Liner 

was of no use

out of water

and to everyone

seemed silly

sitting in the yard

of the hoarder

But that was before

it rained for forty days

Then the sure folly turned to jolly

poem of the day October 3


A vine grows

without conviction

selfishly using

needing others for support

A friend or foe?

Poison ivy

laced with nirvana grapes

climbs and clings

to the root of a soul

The tug of sin

always creeping

over dreams that try to

poke through the suffocation

gasping for the space

to be a tree

poem of the day October 2


The cold fog drizzles

enough to fizzle

the bright light

flying over

self help gardens

Myself

Yourself

All souls on the same shelf 

freezing with thoughts

that unfortunately 

sometimes need

the heat of hell

to melt the delusion

of not knowing

when life is hanging 

ovwe the sharp edge 

of the half shell

poem of the day October 1


Up a mountain

Down a mountain

The ride from low to high

The slide from high to low

Holding a bag full of gravity

like a bellows breath

The hot fire of an erupting volcano

The cold rush of falling water dreams

All within the stable pyramid

resting above the land

looking so grand 

with rings on the nipples

and toes on the hand