At play on the Empire Boulevard, 

Sinatra sings and casts a smile across a crowded space.

The hat tilts and irony spills out with grace.

Here the leeched-on, building egos ogle and glare.

He is transfixed by the swirling lights on denim jeans,

the undulation of the masses conjoined at the white trash bar.

Beats and tones of self-flattery and uncensored outpouring of emotion.

Down to her knees she serves cravings through a drunken dance.

My eyes are open and reading into the sideways glance.

Does energy permeate the awkward space or is it just me?

My heart beats fast at unknown suppositions.

It’s as close as a horseshoe and a hand grenade,

the sense that I might feel something for  the ‘off chance’.

I hold my breath and take in something of the hit,

a tall glass in a bag, the coaster lining the back of these pants.

Love is all ya need – boldly declared as the bar fills with light

and the closing at the boulevard gives way to a quiet night.

Crickets chirp and my fingers click,

percolating from the curiosity of all of it.

Posted: August 23rd, 2008 under my poetry.
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We did more then just meet -

there was an entanglement and a tango,

there was an exchange of perspectives -

and in that space something shifted.

We shared our souls for a time..

walked along the same path,

caught a glimpse of  a shimmer

and a wisp of a shadow.

We waded through some muddy places.

And caught each other by surprise

to make each other smile.

We played for a bit, thought quite a lot

and felt the beat of each other’s heart.

And in soft utterances, touches that land beyond the bounds of where I begin and you end - there is a meeting place that is where we have been..  

..mingling and outstretching the point at which we connect.

So what is that called.. what is more than just met?

But before and after we meet again?

Posted: August 21st, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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Staring straight at me – unwavering eyes.

Cyclical life.. and words that resonate,

“a relationship is like one.. long.. conversation.”

Mad thinkers and mad scientists of love unite!

Attention skeptics and “nay”-sayers alike!

If something good stared you right in the face, would you recognize it?

What happened to being grateful for what we have – and that’s enough?

It’s in the choosing.. that we find living. 

If the path is strange to you – make a different choice,

navigating yourself in the direction you wish to go.

And all you ‘hesitant’, ‘ambivalent cavaliers’ of romance beware!

Are you really seeing what’s there?  Are your eyes open or shut?

And take heed that your life is as exciting and fascinating as it should be -

so that your relationship is no more than a part of the grandeur of a full life.

Let love come and welcome it in.  

Tend to that garden,

don’t let the ground grow unfertile and the weeds become overgrown. 

Give it care and over time it will give -

much more back to you than what you were ever asked to give. 

Posted: August 20th, 2008 under Uncategorized.
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You know who you are.. the unaware, the fine artists of denial.

You know who you are.. who feign honesty through selective gestures.

You know who you are.. that delegate care with sensitive disguise.

You know who you are.. but you cannot tell.

Don’t personalize this – it isn’t about you.

But, I’m a little bit like you – so how would you know?

You don’t know who you are and that’s what it’s come down to,

And so you don’t know what you are missing -

or what you could be denying yourself -

in order to convince yourself that you are what you think you know.

Posted: August 19th, 2008 under my poetry.
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I am the sun emerging out from behind a dark cloud,

rays beaming outwards, reaching across the vast sky.

I am the excitement on the surface of a deep lake,

and the constant movement of currents rolling up onto a pebbled shore.

I am the fire in your belly, the irrepressible outpouring of a forgotten force.

I am the warm depth of subtle palpitations from a textured underworld.

I am the glow in the horizon and the breeze that brushes across your face.

Known and unknown,

simple and complicated,

unmoving and in motion,

a whisper and an exhalation.

Something difficult to catch, but once grasped -an indispensable deliberation.

Comforting as the cool sheet on a hot night

and the humor that catches you mid-swallow from an unexpected direction.

Posted: August 18th, 2008 under my poetry.
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