Friday, May 27, 2011


Bee keeper, Secret keeper,
the busy lips, the hot hazy days
Bare all my inner thoughts
Lost in the bustle and the fuzz
You talk and talk and talk
And I would speak,
Instead I hum -
To your beat
and your buzz.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

2:11am - from Dust.

my - dust - wanders - scatters - sinks -
upon your shoulders - you breathe me in
each - speck - of me dances - in - your lungs

Bliss is in these cavities -
But with one breath you breathe -- me out
cast as one body - one heart - one soul

But not whole -- no -- not yet whole.

Friday, May 13, 2011


There is a little light in me
Which flickers in the rain
And thins in heavy blowing wind
And shies by the loud clap

And yet the light survives in rain
The fire burns with might
Whether it be force of nature
Or Human spite or hate

It will not yield -- It will not yield
And while buried in Dark
This tiny little flickering
Will burn unending bright --