Come Be Me

Come Be Me

after: Leonard Nimoy The truth is We cannot love Love is Some thing Spock thought about a lot Or not Rather it was the man Behind the masks Like his most known Identifying name He came to be An old-fashioned Space-man Because he searched love He trusted And with trust...
Water Bodies

Water Bodies

my skin is but a boundary you could pierce right through. like the surface of water, so easily penetrated, from a certain point of view seemingly solid. its tension caused only by its attraction, our molecules magnetized towards one another. this water skin has a...
beings being

beings being

lettuce dances. did you know that? i saw it today perform Swan Lake, its last song sung before it was flung into my burrito, a picnic in the wind. chairs also sing, performing improvisations as we sit static unsuspecting of anything more than a chance to rest. (our...
it’s all very tragic and not all at the same time

it’s all very tragic and not all at the same time

i just found out: i’m dying. i didn’t know how to let you know so i put it in a poem. it’s scary for sure to know it is certain that the me we think we know will soon be me no more. what it means is that this life precious and fleeting will be lived to its fullest...

the dragon that i am

“how dare you enter my lair! thief! you can only be here for one purpose— to steal my treasure!!!” ::hiss:: ::spit:: “i will burn you with my breath!” ::crackle:: ::hiss:: a blast of hot air to the face! i have played out this story deep in dark recesses of caves...

Bountiful Mountains

i may not have a lot of worldly possessions or the richness of treasures and fame but i am fortunate for i understand my interconnectedness with the universe and the wealth that we share is the same
Dog Meditation

Dog Meditation

ball rolls away, go get it. ball rolls away, go get it. ball rolls away, go get it. come back, ball rolls away. come back, ball rolls away. come back to the breath let it roll away, come and go, back to the breath. get it? the ball is your mind. getting it is...
Where the Heart is (Part 2)

Where the Heart is (Part 2)

But the hunter was also the hunted; For many of my arrows left my bow only to seek my own breast. And the flier was also the creeper; For when my wings were spread in the sun their shadow upon the earth was a turtle. And I the believer was also the doubter; For often...