One Beat

Out from under the wing of desire,

bushwhacking thru the demons of my soul,

I watch the dust unfurl rainbows from my soles.

I hear the beat of wings above my head.

The blessing of a thousand feathers fill my spirit.

I am one beat of a hummingbird's heart

Dry tears fill the arroyos of my dreams,

a wedding march down dusty church aisles,

heart shaped rocks guide a path towards the blue sky

and the sticks share their gnarled smiles,

twisting around my superhero illusions

like the wand of a magician in the eye of a shawoman.

Winter makes a temporary home of me.

Hearth embers and the memory of christmas trees

haunt the premonitions of my future.

How is this possible?

Pitter patter, pitter pat. Pitter patter, pitter pat.

I am one beat of a hummingbird's heart.

Ears burn in the heat of our words,

boiling and reducing what was one into another.

A labyrinth where was a field, a blade where was a bed.

Maiden, crone, sister, wife, teacher, lover, mother...

veils fall one after another.. after another, I see stars

shivering in the madness of our naked winter skin.

I leapt from your fast train.

I ran to the trees for cover, looking to hear the leaves applaud me

when all I am is one beat of a hummingbird's heart.

2010

Tingle the Wet 2010

I can see the wings on your chest

in the shadows of moonlight

you stare at her almost full

unveiled beauty

the same sideways glance

you would give me

that sometimes meant

'hmmmmm. you're cute."

a blanket of stars becomes your backdrop

as I lay and wonder

which constellation will map 

our way home

I can see the wings on your chest

shadows play in the hairs I would 

run my fingers thru

in the soft bends of our nostalgia

are they wings to fly away?

are they wings to cloak and shroud?

you stare eyes closed

I know where you hand is

I can conjure the crevasses 

in the warmth of a memory

interlocked in more than just my hand.

a blanket of late summer breezes

tingle the wet

that I wish was your finger tip

that I wish was your tear

pouring embraces

of loves longing.

We Answer the Call 2009

walking the line of the heart 

the clouds roll over head 

high speed video of the now

ancient future

calling

the phone screams caw

the ravens rave

I answer

I answer

we answer the call

I think about ya

watching the smile of my dog

and the light thru the leaves

leaving me sun dappled

chilled and warm 

alone yet together

as the clouds roll over head

cracking

breaking the earth I stand on

in

peeking each new day

thru the soil of my psyche

thru the ground I traverse

in the arroyos of my heart

to find the we in everything

the web we all weave together

no one is left behind

smoke swirls 

copal existence 

the sap

the tree

the ashes

rising and falling

your breath in mine

on the wings of the phoenix 

the wind carries smoke signals

whispering 

stay awake

we answer the call

we answer the call

Uncover the Lover 2009

I am a widow of my disappointment.

a grave digger of my expectation.

I slowly uncover the lover 

that has always been there 

as the black veil mourning ends.

these flowers I plant are for

my love, the love that pours from me

that stains the pillows as it seeps.

I sit and wonder about the sunsets 

that used to bring me to tears

as the majestic light streaming out the storm clouds

tearing thru the sky fabric grasping the at ethereal.

Kinda like 

the sunlight that pours thru the holes of my spirit.

Kinda like

a path to heaven from the holes in my heart.

I am a window of my disappointment

and a gardener of my expectation.

Half a Heart 2008

eyelashes touch the edge of my glass

inadvertently I watch the bubbles rise up

I see the whole room smiling

i am probably smiling too

but it just doesnt feel like it inside.

Hoping the new shoes would fit

somehow make me whole again

but the bubbles just keep rising to the top

each with a new version of the same story

wandering a bit lost now

feel like I sorta left my arms back there somewhere

dancing with half a heart

bubbles for dreams

and these dumb new shoes

I am mourning proper now

the stone engraved

clad in black armband

tattooed with invisible ink

a blindfold to the pretty things

at least the magic is present

everyday everywhere

a bumper sticker

a song in the store

the pair of ravens, hummingbirds, butterflies...

and the fucking bunnies.

I am listening

I AM listening

eyelashes drip and stain cheeks

inadvertently I watch the patterns

zig zag on the inside of my shades

trying to hide behind the edge of my glass

as the bubbles rise up I ask myself

is this really me?

half a heart and bubbles for dreams.

noticing the scuffs on my new shoes already

I know it is uncomfortable here

dont really want to stay

but nowhere comes and nowhere goes

so I sit and wait for the change in wind

and breathe, buoyant in this sea

like a coyote, soul starved... 

smelling the air

hoping nourishment will

ride a wave to my senses

give whole to my half a heart

reminding me of all there is

I know I knew once

Shadow of Light 2008

this dancing meadow

clouds drop

laughing buds below

I whisper

in this psychedelic revolution

of sound

my monkey mind

loosing the battle

glittering in the shadow of light

grasshopper 2000

i watched a grasshopper today

he sat there

perched on a green stalk

i watched him wiggle his legs

his green eyes on me

he watched me wiggle my legs

and then he jumped away.

i watched a grasshopper today.

2000

Un Guerrero 2009

this wave 

i ride with you

strings and beads

of sweat, tears and blood

in this together

but havent seen each other

in what feels like

a murder of crows

ringing in my ears

like crunching snow 

pacing mixing with 

the dry leaves of yesterday

this burn

I cradle with you

birthing like the red hot tonali sun

as the memories of the smile

that shine from your lips...

and he pulls me back in 

with honey maple skin

and a promise that never

rises or sets

this love

I dance with you

tripping over big

shoe dreams 

like hiking

over slippery rocks

with intention deep in our pocket.

wouldnt turn back if I could

the rain is coming you would say.

white city stains

pining at the seams

of our little hearts dreams

in a room of stone and 

ancient future gracing us 

like a black and white film

spinning in infinity

from a matrix of 

black eyed dreads

this death

I dive with you

a reason to live

a reason to fight

a reason to hope

plant those seeds mama

and grow grow grow

as one vine in the 

voice of un guerrero

Fight For Me 2010

Fight for me.
Will you fight for me?

The pilar of
ONE TRUE LOVE
has been lost
in the bustle
of our
bigger better
faster more
screaming red
conveniences.

Fight for me.
Will you fight for me?

Fight for the truth inside
dropping veils
left and right
illusions stripped
naked.
Smiling at the reflection
full moon peering
thru the window
of my eyes.
The fridge hums
my heart dances
around
every
undying
word...
"Fight for me, will you fight for me?"

Using the old
we make a
stairway
to the
new.
Basking in the creative glow.
Pride becomes
a faded old
speed limit sign
on forgotten
broken highways.
Resistence becomes
sepia tales
for the pitter patter
of our
grandchilren.

Fight for me.
Will you fight for me?

Have we forgotten..
the true value
of love?
Its the sunshine
wet glow the
earth golden sigh.
Its the thorny
bramble dark
tower conquered
shine on your shoes
dream house sold sign.

Its the nonfleeting
flutter body quiver
toes curl wet eyed
words..
fight for me, will you fight for me?

2010

Hungry Kitten 2001

my heart belongs to you and heaven
my heart belongs to you and heaven the rest is a starless night
open skies and eyes for eons
but my love is not limited....
to  sight
I feel you when Im in the supermarket
you are singing the song playing on the radio
I smell you on my clothes, the ones I refuse to wash
I see your reflection in the mirrors of my soul
my heart is an attic, you are the door
my heart is a cool glass of milk and you
the hungry kitten.

2001