Truth

A fragile prancing woman
courteous to the true belief
yet her disguise creeps upon me like the dawn
and I find myself making love to her ghost

Bridges

I am not who I used to be
but I am still who I am
unafraid to face the river without a bridge
not so naive to assume a welcome
on the other side

Existence framed in parentheses
cannot expect gift wrapped opportunity
satisfied to know who I am not
without complicating life's simplicities
I am content to learn for the pure joy
it gives me

Nothing In Particular

The phantom in me fits in my pocket
he is content just to look at your picture
while I stare right back at you
and then go off running with the hounds

You throw a new one at me every day
surely you hear my sigh from here
I know the best is yet to come
you are dancing me to the topmost limb

Collaboration

We did go rambling a bit back then
a glory time of deft abundance
the weight of the air the weight of the colors
like a river flood

we saw the world through each others eyes
and stripped away the dull and normal
we created the poetry that gave us the voice
that told the tale - heart to heart - skin to skin

Silent Moments

I had a line sight on the integral expansion of my psyche
but fell into a state of extra dimensional indifference
lulled along by people pretending to dress that fourth dimension
I was stretched between tension inherent in middle thought miasmas
and knowing that I stood on the possibility of elevating myself
beyond the lightless scurrying of willful guile

Trends developed regardless of my participation
while I was wondering if I could catch my breath
I turned to see who was following and realized
I was being watched by the strangers I wanted to observe
spirit sinks low when the heart is quiet and the eyes cast down
in those silent moments of opposite direction soul and weal are parted