dreaming through the noise

i am missing someone but i don't know who

dreaming through the noise
all the nights that joy has slept
dreaming through the noise
will awake to days of laughter where the light is

dreaming through the noise
I can't shake my sins
dreaming through the noise
when you walk me down your broken line

dreaming through the noise
I would give you my wings if they would help

dreaming through the noise
And night will throw down it's cover on me again

dreaming through the noise
I dozed a little while longer and woke a little younger

dreaming through the noise
a thousand sparrows flew down to your door

dreaming through the noise
I've never seen a sight so fine

dreaming through the noise
where I've stood on a cold clear night

dreaming through the noise

gathering two

salt from the water
the night continues fallen but in one piece
I drink in the quiet
butterflies flying away like a dream

gathering one

the wind was full of darkness and rain the houses fell

he leads up this hill of yearning

As I smolder bending closer to stitch, grief moves the dust

he pores over other people

there is a heart starting to stop the might in your eyes

I caught the way

I caught the way to keep forever

salt like glass scrubbed to a thick lens

she wore small silver spectacles

the bright yellow of the leaves like light, dim but light just the same

I caught the way to keep forever

you soft and lonely

running his hands between two layers of fabric

saying quietly to himself; I will not always be tethered to a crowd

I caught the way to keep forever

knowing it was a bitterly cold, winter day

a small paper theater with changeable backdrops

how much dreaming will it take?

I caught the way to keep forever

a fever of levers and wedged thoughts

thunder in my veins

being totally alone

I caught the way to keep forever

the doors are wide open

alabaster arms and legs but soft 

the trees were dreaming

autumn days

the colors untangled to show transitional trust

along the seeds of sense

a pale moon bulges glowing the upside of forever

inevitable that you can find sky everywhere

pretty in pieces, not lovely as a whole

the crowds have moved to another corner of the universe

in a red wool overcoat you can see from quite a distance

with room to roam

rythmn walking along the edge of reason and clarity

sugar daisies in the light of day until she is as soaked

as bullfighters in bliss watching shiny black porpoises, 

solid rubber slicing through swells of dark, salt water

sheets of rain touched with snow as winter closes for spring

where time is carefully kept on hands atop small circles of brass and tin

chasing a known quantity of flame

where nothing is as it should be 

time brings about a small figure of difference 

and my lack of patience is apparent to me only understanding a fool's heart

leveling all challenges the daylight is brimming with skilled action

go to see where beauty be

under low lit electric bulbs 

the new tonic gleaming its existence

and a willingness to see the way that beauty be 

with promises and wishes fullfilled

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as bright as breath can be

denim dreaming out loud

as bright as breath can be

like rain in the air 

as bright as breath can be

glossed nails with impossible colors

as bright as breath can be

a tune that wrapped me in longing

as bright as breath can be

like a magnet to a small amulet

as bright as breath can be

cobbled together

as bright as breath can be  

brief bits of light felt words and places of being

as bright as breath can be

through many shades of light 

as bright as breath can be

saturating my heart with the rules of balance

joy

life was about to 

exellerate one of my episodes

life was about to 

expel the light and a world divided at the bottom

life was about to 

be cut out of the paper tablecloth a turning, green globe with blue shaped water

life was about to 

turn to a little shiny object that smells stale bare feet, sticking to the floor

life was about to 

bare to the water, sand and sun tall canopy like trees that buckled the sidewalk with their roots

life was about to 

expose the larger sky taking a backseat to dry indifference

life was about to 

reveal a truth only his gait and posture could express

life was about to 

sprinkle stars that rolled from the cup of our palms

life was about to 

become theater with stages everywhere

my everyday dreams

I pour over

the light in the room

I pour over

the offers of eye contact

I pour over

the walls of the room

I pour over

the midday sun

I pour under

the control of his whole body

I pour under

the release of breath

I pour under

a breaking laugh

and find myself pouring over and under my everyday dreams.

Benefit me Lovely

benefit me lovely

briar patches and rose thorns

bringing about a slam of language

punctuated with familiarity

wilder than one would imagine

benefit me lovely

stories that can be gifts

black angels swim shadowing each other

treading water and taking in too much salt

buying almonds grapes and honey for

the light that always opens in the kitchen window

small gold fishes made from stiff jelly

benefit me lovely

waterfalls and thin yellow cloaks

bring some life to the room

even turtles turn their tiny heads for a peek

benefit me lovely

I pour over and over until i leave no spot untouched

let me in, I want to be seen

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

at the hand of an almighty memory

a nightingale sits preening it's breast and wings 

at the hand of an almighty memory

next to an alabaster lizard, tiny and still, tripping quickly to motion 

at the hand of an almighty memory

for long lost living roots that awaken in my head 

at the hand of an almighty memory

gunna get me a little oblivion 

at the hand of an almighty memory

and she could see all those angels 

at the hand of an almighty memory

setting with the end of the day, twilight and fireflies

at the hand of an almighty memory

Tales of manners at afternoon tea

at the hand of an almighty memory

clearing an avoidance of thrushes and wrens circling like swallows 

at the hand of an almighty memory

darting and arching their shadows, stitching the horizon with the stars that start the night

at the hand of an almighty memory

Midtown

a dream of wine soaked dinners

soul drenched in light and lengthening

fingers in the dark

markers make all still with color and a layering of flowers

rainbow daisies

dusty darkness

Coffee and Walls and a door to the ocean

in the land of skyscrapers

thousands of butterflies

steal the fire of the dragon

vanquishing my vulnerable

Southend-on-Sea

Estuary fisherman and what’s left of going to sea

A sage at the edge of the day

Short houses and large laughing as feet pound into stillness

Deciding upon a sweeter solace something smoother, completed with the brine of olives. Cockles and soft prawns defeating the distance of larger moments of precarity

Storming through with hail the size of tiny eggs

Ice nightingales turning their gaze to take along the horizon for an exchange of the spirit,

Melting through exercises in memory to find images quite different than what we first encountered.

Coleridge’s elderfish have shrunken to tiny worms leaving trails of their daily journeys farther towards the center channel of the Thames.

Bristling with the joy of a day unfolding into a grey that allows for small feet to shake the foundations of a daily routine

Mourning doves calling to tales that send us in directions we couldn’t have arrived at on our own.

The promise of a train ride along the edges of balance where history slips past

An unrelenting image of body becoming jar

Less wonderful than figs and more feathered than a summer snow.

The floor of the wood flooded with the seed of dandelion shocked of its color and petal state into wisps of some other matter

Turning possibilities that we have yet to fully embody in our understanding of ourselves and the world that surrounds us.

Beauty Be

the sound of misting rain gathered in twilight that passed by in the beauty that be
a few days ago at the the beginning of night brought about by the breath that beauty be
sweet cream and soft jams decorate the beginning of the beauty that be
regardless of growing and searching for the smell in the taste of beets, unwilling
for the beauty that be

found as a sound gurgling underneath the body of beauty that be
round, filled with light, heat and feathers
fallen in the leaves that take the dank into a constant drizzle
misting its patterned body along the edge of my thought dark is surrounded
and released to change the nature of darkness with the beauty that be

growing more and more intentional managing on a night where
I don't know what to make for dinner
the realm of breath that takes the sight of what that beauty be
into accounts on a sunday evening where a tattooed man makes his case for
stopping the stories that limit an understanding
to the nature of breath in beauty that be
inside of me on a night like this wherever the search for beauty be
in breathing with awareness beside the beauty that be

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Under the fire is

The staple of lightning bright

Where does beauty be?