A cup of warm milk is easier then a lullaby, softer then a blanket.
More impressionable then a shroud burnt image.
Maybe this time the difficult vision will come together.
And the familiar friends will once again see themselves, as the best
people they are.
Thirsting a thirsty thirst as they crucify the seventh of their nine lives.
Twelve witnesses debate a cup half full, half empty, half full ,half empty.
The call and response purrs a warmth poured from a cup of wine.
These acts of spirit make one hungry, those acts of compassion make
one feel fed.
Dad Fight
November 2, 2009
Stutter gear, the faster you go the louder you come down.
Break lightning across your knees, thunderous hearts pound the anvil into shape.
Someone call the maid this room smells like a cloudy mess.
This act of rebellion gave birth to the respect a tree movement.
Piss freely in the forest, urinate in a squat pail of carry your own.
Somehow they always laugh at the right time, relief again comes
through for the right reasons.
Never know when fate's punch-line brings into meaning the moral of a
common instinct.
Take the time to figure out what to do before those taken advantage of
discover revenge.
Communal ego of those few, who knew better, understanding why one
dresses for the occasion.
Overstating sympathetic steps towards humbling the shoeless guide.
A city wide parade of empty name tags, a catwalk parade of fresh faced
plastic surgeons.
Bounce mouthfuls out of a paper bag, fold a collar around its tall neck.
Climb faster, look out from the balcony, jump off in alphabetical order.
Wing tipped sneakers slam dunk the backboard breaks.
Tear off the foil seal, wrap that jimmy stick in a transparent safety act.
Spread the hairs apart, open that spray clean welcoming, only eat
pussy that tastes like champagne.
Rubik
October 20, 2009
Let yourself in, everyone's welcome.
Enter stranger, there's no need to feel out of place.
This open space makes sense.
Saints proceed to float above the clouds.
Dance, escape between each breath.
Voicing lends meaning as a responsiveness to harmony.
Bucolic air turns the wasteland into a blessed orchard .
A first fire for November ends, bringing beginning's unto a new winters edge.
The Defog
October 13, 2009
Together in a step of pure motion.
Let the drinks come around, let the crystal refract like a mirror-ball.
A ballroom pageantry, of everyone being all they dream to be.
The partners trade off, the night never ends.
The cost of a good Sunday's hangover.
The harmonies of daybreak sweeps us as we samba through breakfast.
The sign of this heaven sent afternoon reads Do Not Disturb.
The memories we keep, the slow dance.
The laughter remains, the pictures never fade.
As we lead each other in a dance that knows no end.
Gasoline Heart
October 13, 2009
Cover us with a better intention to keep us safe from the rising tide.
At the oceans horizon, there begins the farthest reaching.
Here we are, our pretensions fade for the remembrance reaps.
The tears can't hide, the tell tale signs can't lie.
Sheltered in an emotional pack inside a moonlit city.
Burning aglow, with a want to say, we know we can be.
The world we thought was ours is a vision to be seen together.
A snapshot of images torn from the same frame that keeps these beliefs
true to heart.
Matt Cook
October 13, 2009
Back up, a back beat, a full out strum.
Rhyme with me a harmony, sing the song as one.
Home is where we await for the returning.
Every moment together are ours, everyday vows bound by a gold ring
Dream our vision drawn upon a lifetime of single days
Be with me, as I with you, as we open our eyes.
Upon emotions for the keeping, these expressions eternal.
The sunset layers us in contrast, freeing our senses to follow.
Kenny Junior
October 13, 2009
After-dust of being, after taste of freedom, after-shadow of impressions.
Explain the between states of emptiness and fulfillment.
Help them understand their own fears, rendering them possessed,
With a means to embrace the distance in every strangers eye.
Those lost in uncertainty, are defeated by the light of intention.
Wire and thread test strength of the soul.
Patiently through out the night, awaiting the day to leave,
Leave nothing left to question, leave no one broken.
Lift off of their shoulders a burden beset.
Carry from their suffering a time of pending liberation.
Wash from their hands a sense of helplessness.
Collectively rejoice in their devils demise.
The Riverwinds
October 6, 2009
Awake with harmonies of our world within.
Embrace with strength the calling, awaiting a response from the center
of the heart.
Live the love we project upon the new mornings sky.
Time to reap the firmament of infinite reach, a family for future generations.
With you we echo the voice within.
Every beginnings an empty canvas of a fresh made bed.
Reaching for distant approval in a moment closer then ever before.
Bring this unique familiarity to the individuality we nurture in the
nature of sleep.
Return to where we disappeared in the whisper of our name.
We remain in the dreams of our being.
Leave us where only we can be at anytime.
Here we are knowing how to get where only we want to go.
Together we create heavens, together we share a cup.
Together we repair the roof and lay blankets on the floor.
Together we keep ourselves one step ahead of the bring down.
Together we live our life the way it's fated to be lived.
Old Bat
October 6, 2009
House pets given shelter, taken in from past life unexplored.
Complete these missing emotions building a bridge of sentient connection.
We will spend our free time together, staying the course and feeding each other.
Communicating through rhymes, entropy and purring explanations.
Bury me in a tin foil suit, leave the radio on.
At my funeral everyone wear the same shirt.
Bring your own dirt to personalize a handful of letting go.
Please remember us as good people.
With a greatest in this life, moments and goodbye memories.
It takes a demon to rid a demon from the lessor form of demons.
Dream of a demon engine driving a thousand pigs of the ledge.
They can't fly, they take away the sins of the haunted.
And leave a mud perfected in the baptism of a simple rain.
Leave them in the reservoirs of reflection, never to know any other way.
Faithful systems, obvious between lines, lies, and a self serving sales pitch.
I wish I had the antidote to the commercials two for one plus one.
Maybe all three creature comforts could advance the appreciation of a
living rooms environment.
River City Extension
September 15, 2009
Ah timeless wine, atmosphere, a room free of obstacles.
Our bodies free from the restraints of interactions.
Opened acceptance, an after-rest of new beginnings.
Tides recede, an evenings rain nourishes our the angels of existence.
Steadfast in the approaching of understandings.
Survive by harmonizing, with vibrations created to keep the indifferent away.
Solidarity, a wall of resistance keeps them at a proper distance.
Common goal keeps us together, closer then once previously experienced.
Our reach is united in an equal appreciation of the bodies intent.
Love is our foundation of spirit promised, built upon hearts commitment.
The soul screams replenished, eyes as lightning gleam a limitless resplendence.
Revealing what only silence can redeem.
Glenn Tilbrook
September 15, 2009
This easy day went our way, the complicated faded out of time.
Self help, fell out of the air, from there the best ideas bustle even paced.
Plenty of time to keep in sight the changing.
A simple reflection of the waiting shone brighter then the background.
A busy perspective of reasoning taken to a hesitated surprise.
As each step closer corrected the proper time to clear the pathway.
What was to happen next was going to happen anyway.
Doing what we do, is how we get our doings done.
Hrny Wrms
September 15, 2009
Stranger greetings in a familiar mystery.
A distance kept, a reaching crawl, a question of mistrust, a miss use truth.
A notion somewhere someone's saying anything to get their way.
Lies, alibis, accusations anyone uses to take the blame.
Convinced you agree in the silent way you need to keep these met ends complete.
Around the circumference, chasing circles, the last to enter leaves
the outside empty.
There's room in these empty pockets, farewell to our empty bed, for
emptiness seems to bring most things to a forgetful end.
The Defog
August 12, 2009
Problem accepting limitations? for there’s an infinite sky, full of
atmospheric possibilities.
The stars with their silent mysteries, hold any question close enough.
Someday you’ll see the beauty in simplicity, the simplicity in nothingness.
Leave yesterday for all it wasn’t.
Embrace tomorrow with its reoccurring expectations of limitless eye contact
in the passing of chance taking glances.
Trust in what you see, I’m looking into you, while you try to see through me.
The Delfields
August 12, 2009
Sunlight and a shadow play, what was once obvious is no longer hidden.
Obvious as love uncovered,
together they awake in their first visions for the working day.
Streets, stages of commitments, responsibilities keep these victories in check.
Together we humble the overly aggressive, together we see through the
obstacles.
Securing each others wings, they take flight.
Love is the trust in each other to never
Let you fly to close to the sun, nor you let me fly to close to the ground.
“Who ever has the more successful day pays for going out.”
“Let it go, let it go, the first one home cooks dinner.”
The Obvious
August 5, 2009
Look, you can see heaven, through the eyes of strangers raising upon the new.
Listen, you can hear familiar voices of the neighborhood, sharing secrets
of understanding and harmony.
Yes, there’s a clarity amongst the street lights.
Sense, the diapason of commerce busy as the flight of bumblebees.
Hearts beat kind and in time the tentacles of indifference fail in
their attempt to bind.
Celebrate a rejection of negativity, cast away self imposed burdens
and limitations.
Flowers fill the porches, hang in windows, coins are cast into rain
filled fountains.
Take the time to open your eyes upon the limitless sky, holding close
those we love in these moments only our own.
Landlines
July 29, 2009
Decree the sunlight has taken their sleep away.
Replenished their eyes with dreams for the harvest.
Those now gone have succeeded in the sharing of the collective.
Machines of production, tools of agriculture.
Spirited voices beseech the strength and honor of the land.
Preparing a place set, patiently awaiting the rains arrival to quell
the earths thirst.
Replenishing the garden which grows under the sun and beneath the moon.
Growing into tomorrow from a vision derived of days dreams, destine to
yield the nights reward.
The Poconos
July 15, 2009
Lord Forgive the no good Cheating Ways of a Drunken Mans Reason
Night shines in the eyes of my best friend, lets go to bed.
Begins with I love you ends with a question.
We will be for each other, close as lovers.
Keep the heartbeat between each dream.
Through out the day apart, never fading.
Real as these feelings, filling the air with desires fulfilled?
Our mistaken heart’s broken as the vows of our awakening.
From a drunken temptation, a no name one night stand.
Knowing the morning’s scene in the hour closer to the home of our
separate life’s.
At the cost of a cheap affair, these free tears, keep no secret, have no answer.
Make me feel more like a dog then a Romeo who doesn’t know what he’s lost.
Take me back, one last time, return me to the house of forgiveness.
