Overturned

Uninvited dots
of rising sun
riddle my garden
like blood splatter
with twiddling legs
trapped upside down
struggling to stand.

Once, airborne patterns
buzzing on happy feet
tumbling over each other
in unnumbered masses
buttered on summer's
Tokyo spa …

Locomotive Mind

I'm exhausted,
by these bullet train thoughts.
This relentless race track mind,
blurring everything in its path.

Questioning, examining, calculating
the world, in search of what?
Answers...
unreachable in their constant motion.

I'm tired of …

Romancing with Form

I construct,
in the dusty corners of the moon,
orchestrating art,
with knife
and spoon.

I conduct,
under the orange peel of land and lakes,
moving vibrations,
communications
of beats and breaks.

I compose,
on the whites of fallen trees.
Alphabet …

Discovering Gandhi and Satyagraha

Recently, I discovered Gandhi, and his belief structure. Sure, I knew his name and knew that he was a prominent figure in India, but I did not know his beliefs, and just now I come to find out that his beliefs mirror my own. Satyagraha, a word coined by Gandhi, defines …

Brainwashing Beds

Let go of the rabbit ears
and satellite dishes,
cable transports of terrorist militias.

Let go of this
polluting encyclopedia,
this box of brain rotting media.

Changing channels, reflect a violence,
of a world where politicians roar
and the honest …

Not Yet Set Free

Why art thou so defensive?
Was it something I said?
It is thee, who allowed me to move thee,
thou and thy discriminative head.

Thou graspeth at an idea of how the world should be,
and to thee, any other way is a good as dead.
Thy way, my way, his way, hers,
our …

Why Me?

I entered,
centered by
loves absence,
abstinence unglued,
screwed by a moment
spent in lustful sin,
skin sealed in blood
bud from numb actions,
contractions spit me out
without instructions,
reproductions joke,
soaked in neglect
reflect on my …

Living Poetry Never Rests

The most perfect poems ever composed,
drifts in thoughts undisclosed.
An inner voice whirling rhyme,
changing form prosodic in prime.

Whimsical words wheel along,
psyches fleeting secret song.
Hidden harmonics undefined,
melodic metrics move by …

Final Fantasia

Smile For Me

I long to feel your melting touch,
the warmth of your hand.
You ignite me with your sparkle,
flamed by eyes command.

I run to greet your sunshine smile,
kissed with dimpled cheeks.
Every word from your scarlet lips,
my ears soundly seek.

It's easy for me to …

Calligraphied

Clouds brush the sky
in calligraphic spirals of ink
dripping on origami shaped lands,
which upon impact... Splosh!
forming into droplets of rain.

Off the tips of white lotus heads,
dragonflies skip,
rippling waters once motionless surface,
stirring brush …

Technicolor Poet

Pooping ice cubes
in volcanic sands,
melts tornado mints
on etch-a-sketched lands

Bands of wired butterflies,
fly out ringing ears.
New year's explosions,
diving toilet engineers.

Twisted intestines,
shaped into a poodle.
Eaten with chopsticks,
like sushi …

The Killing Fields of I

Abusive army of ego's,
battle of selfish pride,
suppressing friendly fire,
where unlike minds collide.

Arrogant soldiers fighting
for me, myself, and my.
Self centered civil war,
the killing fields of I.

Submitting to none, in your
conceited combat …

Sakura Pink

What becomes
of the fallen cherry blossoms,
when the mighty east wind blows?

Would they settle
to the twist of dragonfly fist
or would the stay composed?

Suppose their petals
flew through the air
slicing the wind in two.

Samurai would bow
wondering …

Last Moments

I laid there,
a seasoned vet of time,
inhaling the blue of the sky,
exhaling the whites of the clouds.

The air felt lighter,
scents smelled fresher,
tastes tasted sweeter,
and everything radiated in "love."

Time was no more then a measurement,
and I had …

Cheese Fetish

Dear beloved diary,
Today, I had
a dairy dream.
For on the lips
of devils curds,
I made love
to triple cream

It filled me
with its cheddar.
It sprinkled me
in its bleu.
It stringed me
in mozzarella.
Oh, how
my excitement grew

I nibbled on its
nacho …

Friendship and Love

She led me to a watch tower,
to show me a collection of wings,
but it was nightfall,
and not a bird was to be seen.

Yet we stayed and watched the sun,
run its descent below distant rice fields,
fields which spoke to us,
in the tongue that fever wields.

I …

Blogging Clone

Quote him,
Quote her...
Quote me
if thou must prefer.

Strew thy pages
in another's tongue,
plastering posts
in reused moth-eaten dung.

Might as well spell
"unoriginal" as thy title,
for thine entries
seem like a parrot recital.

Not one novel idea
or …

Flip Flop Free

Catapulting Crickets

Olive blades bent over with sharpened dew
catapult cricket legs above overgrown shoots.
Midair, they salute caterpillars catching zzz's,
in hope to land on cherry blossoms bosoms.

Captivated by the slingshot performance,
virgin fruits blush, and instantaneously …