Connection

I can feel your thread

stronger than mere gossimer

maybe not quite as shiny

but touching my soul nonetheless

there are those who espouse universal interconnectedness

don't know if I buy that

but I feel your thread

vibrating this web so that I sense your presence

and rush to meet you halfway

all eight arms of my arachnid life waving welcome

like Charlotte in her love for Wilbur

with her sweet, soft voice of comfort

I listen to yours

your presence is welcome to me

and I'll try not to shatter this thread

but to strengthen it in beautiful connection

More fun with Haiku

KEXP rocks
the best music in the world
tune ninety point three

must keep listening
do not want to miss a thing
eclectic music

man, what a station!
more music that truly matters
thank God for archives

Stevie Zoom at night
some seriously spacy shit
I love you brother!

...

I feel the possibility of you

yet ripening before me

fruit for the feeding

each seed a muse, an awakening, an expansion

spreading rhizome-like in verdant connectivity

binding you to me

as we unpeel to expose the core of this experience or that

each uncovering showing more of what is real

and reasonable

I taste each segment, hoping for the sweetest

the healthiest

I see this fruit for what it is, you see too

and am willing to open myself to it

to test the potential for poison or purpose

and by the knowing; by the very reaching for it

experience its very nature

I'll know, believe me

though I could write a poem about what I don't

or don't want to

but I reach for the possibility of this

that in the very reaching; in the consuming thereof

all is blessed...

Song of David

imagine a circle, if you will

within lies a cross, a plus, or two intersecting lines

or a bull’s-eye

somehow I am in your range, your sights and scope

staring right down your barrel

how many times you've pulled the trigger

yet within these crosshairs, better yet crossroads

I've felt your saline tears splitting fractals to light my way

I've felt your tugging at my sleeve much kinder than my old doorman

a different beckoning

and it makes me want to turn to you

comforted by arms wide in precious relief

and feel your kindest smile upon me

your whisper upon me in grace

as I cry in my wilderness, this man's voice

this song of David

every time I've turned away

you've never turned around

I am in those crosshairs, crossroads, cross of changes

and in these changes I reach for you, my Mentor

in you I seek my solace, my salve, my salvation

and bury myself in you

so that when I emerge anew

I will have touched glory

Vanessa

moments from years

over the course of a lifetime

that we've connected

a woman-in-training

I’ll see your shining face

looking forward in genetic reflection

and hopefully smiling

I wrote about you in Cut

but don’t really think of you like that

I’d rather see your grace

though we can talk about it all

it’s about time, my tribe

we’ll be at depth when you breathe permission

but in the meanwhile the fridge is packed

and the ink’s on Broadway

waiting for skin

or pierced

because there’s blood Here

and I'm glad you're home amongst the loved

I hope you experience it

because there's a ferry to catch

and shows to see

world-famous bisquits and gravy

and good people who want to meet you

to see the art in you

from me?

gratefully more days in a lifetime

thank you for your shining face

and thank the All for your intelligence and wit

looking forward in genetic reflection

I'm smiling

and internally dancing like a fool

because you’re mine

I didn't know...

How incredibly interesting

that we love

what we can't have

what we can't know

what's just out of reach

despite our best intentions

we are sucked in even though

as if looking for the trap to jump into

so that when we've held it in the palms of our hands

and even laid it down as a sacrifice

to be carved into God knows what

we yet crave more

and the farther away

the more elusive

the more we love

isn't that strange?

that discontentment with the joy we have

or had

or could have had

that somehow it is flawed

and just not good enough

the beauty right before our eyes

turns as to dust by our neglect

and only when it blows away

do we chase it like fools

Rose

A friend told me to take it slow
to stop awhile, come smell a rose
beside the stream where she still goes
a bud, a vine, a rosepatch grows

I stopped and sat amongst the vine
breathed in pleasure's sweetened wine
a sumptious meal for all to dine
I thought to take, but it wasn't mine

To spend day bent over flower
filled with fragrance felt within
vines cling about with bursts of power
new petals emerge, a life begins

A rose is more than flower and vine
stamen, petal or dewdrop still
a heady essence of colour divine
a creation of life, it's terms fulfilled

The King

And now for something a little fluffier...



There before bewildered eyes was him, behold, The King
Mutton chops and poofydoo top he locked his legs to sing
white jumpsuit dazzling sequins, I reached for him to touch
the crowd went in hysterics when he Thanked you very much

I said "Elvis, where'd you come from? I thought that you were gone!"
But here you are like a Vegas star just bursting into song!
He said "Alan baby it's been like gravy to be off with far-off friends"
It wasn't a crock the King of Rock had been with aliens...

Now I know that some think they've seen him at the local Tastee Freez
he serves em cones and nachos as he pushes money keys
but here's The King before me and it's him, Oh God, it's him!
I think I need a sedative cuz I've edged over the rim...

So if an Elvis sighting comes and you doubt the tabloid press
I tell you man say what you can but disregard the rest
cuz he's the guy who touched the sky while posing as a junkie
and the voice that sings might just be The King
or a slurpee selling flunky.

The Holy

Why’d they refuse you entry?

Cat, they just don’t understand

you’re my brother, but hell they let me in

Salaam, my brother Yusef

I have always loved you

even when you went away

but Shine, Shine, Shine…

we just don’t respect your pilgrimage

your holy trip

it’s always set you apart

you’ve always had second sight

and I’ve loved you for it

been in love with you

since forever

before you went to Mecca

before you had tea with your tillerman

before you teased the firecat

before you offered Buddha his chocolate

and now especially since

I’ve drunk your wine, my brother

I love you so much

you bring me to God, to your Allah

Shine, Shine, Shine

Cut

what does that feel like, to open yourself like that?

is it cathartic?

to feel something?

anything at all?

because you’re so full of pain?

that there is no room for more?

that it will come out somehow?

to release your demons?

or release your soul?

why is it that I act out?

and you act in?

won’t you stop, my baby?

I’ll buy you all the pizzas you want

I’ll do anything for you

a n y t h i n g

to stop your flow

before it drowns you

Haiku - Blank Page

This was a blank page

until these words came along

read between the lines

Haiku

When we locked our lips

it was our infinity

for just a moment

Haiku - Bisquits and Gravy

Bisquits and gravy

it is rib-sticking goodness

pork, flour and milk!

Evolve

Can I touch you from the inside

where the lizard brain meets live synapse

firing forward in perfect order of understanding

and makes sense within a nanosecond

each spark a conduit of connection

a recognition

a light bulb moment

to reach back to me

where the enlightenment evolves

and intuition proves itself

and the all is the one

a perfect melding

dialed in to the clearest frequency

bluetooth for the soul

More crappy Haiku

I should be working
But why should I begin now?
Is it five o'clock?

____

Working is such hell
Oh where is my trust fund check?
Must go shopping now.

____

Can I cook you food?
Maybe stuffed pork ternderloin
With apples and rum.

_____

Wait no nix the pork
Don't you crave chicken pot pie?
You can make the crust!

_____

MMMM, chicken pot pie
with buttery crispy crust
maybe no carrots...

_____

I can Haiku all day
can I get paid to do this?
that would be awesome...

_____

This is getting bad
Hmmm, Haiku Anonymous?
Hi, my name is Al...

This is my last one
The words they fill up my night
Note to self: must sleep

Come back to bed, Love
So much more joy to explore
Pleasures plethora

A new addiction
Back off don't try to stop me
Got to keep writing...

Wait I want some more
Is not hurting anyone
Wordplay freak of mine

4th Haiku

I play with Haiku
But I think my technique sucks
Yet still this shit's fun

3rd Haiku

Do we stand or kneel?
Dominate Subjugation
We take turns you see

2nd Haiku

I think we create
windows through paradigm views
clearly clear or not

My 1st Haiku

This is poor Haiku
But I mean no harm
cuz I'm having fun

A treatise on Purple

Purple

I believe the deepest colour

vibrant vibe flows

to my mind's eye, my very cortex

resting there alive, powerful, gentle

radiating within and without

a dichotomy of cool heat

puzzling paradox of purple

this mystery of tint

in any depth of shade

any Pantone choice

it's All good, All gorgeous

this melding of Blues and Reds

and its effect upon me and maybe you

moves me to words

but transcends any

Life as Art

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A word,,,

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Love,
Life as Art

Perfect Meditation II

writing for me is all content

a perfect meditation

it’s better than…

it’s better than sedation

cuz when putting mind to words

the feelings flow so true

they speak of strange and precious things

I want to say to you

but it’s better yet that when I write

my heart out while it pours

that when the pen it does take flight

I’ve opened up your doors.

Strings

strumming harmonic happiness

the strings all dance for me

playing to the angels round us music they can see

octaves range in pitch of what my fingers feel

in the space of sequential collusion strings spell what is real

in my arms the probed seduction takes off at a chord

we’ll say quite all we need to now without the spoken word

you’re a part of my existence in your perfect woman’s form

I’ve noticed no rejection from your polished wooden warmth

when all about is hatred bickering and strife

I hold you in my loving arms since 8 you’ve been my lfe

a crystal clear perception of what I can portray

your love is like a vacuum taking me away

The Electrician

sparking through thin insulation consolation

your voltage electrifies my coils

I am the transformer

reformer conformer

reverting converting averting into useful energy

synergy

intimate knowledge of your conduit

shrieking power

I am the electrician

wiring firing inspiring

your system

We are the powerplant

providing subsiding residing beside

the harnessed energy

synergy

We are the fused

appliance alliance

needing both

to never be

shorted

Tattoo

I want a tattoo

a man climbing an impregnable mountain

or mind-blown freaking into the nothingness

Edvard Munch’s Scream

I want a tattoo

your name carved upon my flesh

my blood sacrifice

but what when it’s obsolete?

an engraved reminder of artistry gone awry

yeah I want a tattoo

a man scarred ripped asunder

sown back together

better than before

Mary Shelley’s Monster

didn’t he die at the end?

Tattoo me pierced as you please

a smile etched upon redeemed flesh

smoking reds and violet explosions

of a chance grabbed clung to heart

a phoenix resurrected from a handmade grave

to rise and smile upon the vision

of a lifebird who flies again

Jet City Town

in a purple tint burnt fire

of a window seen sunset

shared by two inspired

just before met

something holds the colours

in the evercrimson sky

tint of two hearts beating

sienna as the day’s-end prize

lovers awestruck serene

sucked deep by infinite power

more real than any dream

the blossom of any flower

this we took in mind’s remberance

this picture inside me now

an hour of peaceful assemblance

paint my jet city town

Queen's Alchemy

venus eyes saline pearls

your perfect salt

I lick it off

tongue tip tracing

silhouette lovers grace

salt to sugar

acid to gold

queen’s alchemy

lovers atomist embrace

fertile sun tongued arena

tracing the pleasure of your sigh

stone melts to liquid sand

glacier to river

queen’s alchemy

Flux

flux

sometimes a state of tremble -indecision- no peace resembled
can stand between the goals of your desire
at times a fate dissembled –bad religion- faithless assemble
can grant your dream a hole devoid of fire

can you persevere with patience creeping slowly towards the station?
is it possible to wait for what is whole?
to blind revere the latent creeping steadily with singular patience
you’ll scramble with a purpose to your role

like a runner’s rush you’ll follow –adrenaline rising- hard to swallow
the power of a well-chosen stride
like a mourner’s hush it’s sorrow –toward the end- victory’s hollow
a passion consumed by our pride

so slug-like oozing forward like a soldier towards the tower
we strive towards paper engraved by the dead
and when at last we see we have enough to be thought free
it’s a stifled shell-shocked silence mind your head