I Wasn't Really Naked, I Simply Didn't Have Any Clothes On |
Up The Cut.Wet is the problemWithout the juice of love!Forks and spoons in the roadHoary Toads...Black hairy wings on my heartFalling apart all the wayWay, way.!Drove it drove it drove it all awayDown...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 12:43:00 GMT |
Continuously Disjointed |
My HolesAn eye in my sweater Crosseyeyed and backwardsAt glance.Takes more than two yearsWhileNone of my tears have a browTo knowWhat hurt me now.So long ago on transpersonal ToesThe dancing was slowS...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 13:42:00 GMT |
Dreaming with Mom |
So what's fer supper pal and why would one want no room in their mushroom?
Handcuffs without the key? Mad without money? Soup anyone? We make it up here for warm bellies and mass confusion. Next week...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:55:00 GMT |
We are the Goddess, now and now and now |
To cut the grass of you,
My addiction, less and less
Green.
For all you ever said but, didn't mean.
A tower of strength, A mower of hay
I was A stayer to stay.
And you could play too,
If y...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 12:30:00 GMT |
Eat My Light |
Ahhhhhh,....For love we listen.
Hear?
What is it? How does it sound?
Save the heads and hearts of all the Toads and Ants!
Respect their lights, Shed love
On life.
Throw your jackets across the
Mu...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 11:53:00 GMT |
A drum for Christmas |
To Bring of it
Bring of it.
Better off brung... To
Dream of, dream of, dream of it
Better off
Drum.
To sing....sing, sing
Of it,.. better off sung.
The last damn word of it.
Stuck in m...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:20:00 GMT |
woman |
WOMAN
Woman wise
From the loftiest, loft.
Woman made
From the finest, cloth.
Woman Play
In the lightest ,way...
With the spunest, light
The fanc...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
While You Were Sleeping |
WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING
While you were sleeping..
I sat in my field of grass
Passed by the sun, run through the rain
Rocking in mere disdain.
Put a berry to my lips
Bu...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:25:00 GMT |
The Garbage Man |
Say hello to the garbage man
Who sits atop his teetering plans
All dingy and flimsy
A blithering, wimsy
Convincing himself that he can
Ham a man.
Say Good-morning to Mr. Junk
Flippi...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 12:52:00 GMT |
Some Rumi |
THE WATERWHEEL
Stay together friends
Don't scatter and sleep
Our friendship is made
of being awake.
The waterwheel accepts water
and turns and gives it away,
weeping.
That way it stays in the garden...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 14:20:00 GMT |
