25. March 2013 · Comments Off on Movements, yoga. · Categories: Daily, Poetry

A heat.
Stretch, breath.
Drop, exhale.
Downward, extensions.
A hundred times over.
Yoga position at there best.
Done in movements of the breadth.
Exalted limbs.
Rekindling embers in myself.

06. March 2013 · Comments Off on Child Art. The big. · Categories: Daily


06. March 2013 · Comments Off on Simple meal · Categories: Daily

There’s an experience about preparing my stepdad Steve’s “authentic taco” recipe.
As I listen to the simmering. This invites me to feel better. Perhaps, it’s the smell of spices, or the memory of “the making”.
A release that comes flowing from dicing onions, and potatoes. A due diligence to proper heat, and seriousness surrounding it, everything, slow cooking. The laughter, or my mom reminiscing about an ingredients ability, “to make romance”.
Cast iron and corn tortillas. Fresh peppers, tomatoes, the rush of having hot food platted, and devoured. Aroma, joy, compassion woven in, and around my table.

06. March 2013 · Comments Off on A hunt · Categories: Poetry, Thought

Faithful pulse rhythmically pumping.
A curse of movement in the wild.
Lush full coat, steady gaze.
Breath of teeth to maine you.

My companion, apart of a life.
A pack. The animal heeds all.
Hallow are not the eyes, intentions brimming.
Limbs lash fully knowing the spoils, and dredges.

A scratching at the present surface.
Moon lights the occasion, rest now.

28. February 2013 · Comments Off on Willow tree · Categories: Poetry

There is a vitality about you, an uncertain, almost magnetic draw.

However, brief an encounter. I hold the memory encapsulated, wishing to call on,
and keep only the energetic parts of you.

As free as a willow tree, willfully moving her branches about enshrouding the ground below,
you can’t help but gaze up.

Golden was the sun, deep was the night, and anything was possible.

25. February 2013 · Comments Off on View · Categories: Daily

I awoke to the melodic chirping of bird song. Brewed warm, steaming tea.
Snow flakes fell throughout thursday night. Continued on to the morning of Friday. Moments of slow moving fluffy, twirling dancing snow. A good reason to bake, try cookies, or cake, and run about the house.

This morning is filled with admiration of the heavily decorated old Pines. Ash trees profiled white, enhanced depths of the bark embedded with snow.

Each window holding a new view of a natural landscape, art of the season.

17. February 2013 · Comments Off on A better telling · Categories: Thought

Rub you’re hands together.
Know the only person you have to be better than, is who you were yesterday.
Everyone has a story, you are valuable in our telling.
I can speak my part, all the curiosities as to why I still exist, but experience is relative.
I know it wasn’t luck, likely mindset has brought me this far.

17. February 2013 · Comments Off on Strive · Categories: Poetry

We each have a preconceived luxury of another.

With our initial needs, and eventual wants or desires.

We strive to exist.

17. February 2013 · Comments Off on Biochemical reaction · Categories: Poetry

What is a constant?

My blood’s blue inside, and red when it hits the ground. Functioning on organic food substance. Only oxygen knows my true roots. You’ll need X-ray vision to see how strong I am. I decay daily.

This flesh is a deception. No one image will hold my shade. Or know my history. Black, white, and color it’s all the same.

Matter, and mass will push and pull us.

Habits shape us, big lush waves cover us, where a dream is molded. Preparation, and logic give way to acceptence, and accomplishment.

Loose string will fray us. The depraved, and malnourished will betray us. Heart flutter, mind clutter, big stutter can stray us.

You can know my existence by the shadows I cast. The life forces I nurture. The light I follow.

I thrive with intention. I’m a biochemical reaction.

17. February 2013 · Comments Off on Daily passes · Categories: Thought

The sun rises every morning,
I hear the patters of children’s feet,
this is my life.

The world is uncertain, yes.
Experience tell’s me, so. Yet the sound of my house tell’s me to believe, anyway.

How do we teach positive coping, and self esteem?
Daily, by our action, and reaction. Somehow, conveying compassion, and tolerance for our humanity.

The dark night, passes daily.