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May I suggest : May I suggest to yousomething elsebesides the night visionof me all over youSomething live, something like thatdeeper than your dreams have been longbecause I want youI want youto fall body firstinto your longingI want you to knowthat place beyond our animal.She said I play with fireand it consumes the illusionsthat we are meaton each others table.I want you to know a love that fillseverythingeven those thingsyou have no name for yet.I see you beneath the street lightsYou look back at melike we are pathsin a mirror;the what if to each other.You the path of freedomI the path of connectionI want you to know the being therefor another.I want to know the flight.Stop your restistance for a moment andtrust the desire.That is where you find you,on that edge.About to fall.
May I suggest
HerSmiletheScentColoredRoses : Her Smile is the Scent of Colored RosesShe wandered inthrough the door Ileft ajarsomehow I  expected hertonightand it was latemy lights were onthe silk draperyflung across the back of a chairwaiting for pauseand movement.She was younger then me,intriguedis what she said,by my work at night.She smiled as sheundid her robeand handed it to meand her smilethe scent of colored rosesfilled the roomand I understand nowthe misty subterranean heatof Haleakalahow it  rose from the bubbling seaPeleand I wanted my sex purified by waterand I wanted her sex purified by fireand the devastation and the  creationof elementis what the morning windthrough white shear curtainpainted tonight.
HerSmiletheScentColoredRoses
At Margo s Place
At Margo s Place
Atlantis Argo
Atlantis Argo
IntoTheReal :     7/2009  Watercolor on canvas 30”X40”     Darling I’m moving more   Into the real  The wind moved me today  And did not blow right through me  I realized a leaf  My arms grew strong  I could sense the smell of you  Through all these bifurcations of me  The colors like pink and ocean aqua     I think maybe there are various forms  Various levels of being  This morning I woke up  And the world looked the same  Only it was more of the world  Then I could touch before  With just the dust  Of my memory     And so I use these hands  To gather dirt  And water  And I’m growing flowers  For you  Right out of my emptied head     And I look for you now  Because I want to perceive  You  seeing me  for the first time      
IntoTheReal
Birthday Flowers
Birthday Flowers
The bride striped bare by her bachelors 12/12/12 :     6/2009 India Ink, Bee’s wax and pigment on clayboard panels  24”X36” (24X18” each panel)     I remember the shoes  I remember how she spoke to me then  The vast glass walls  The dirt floors  The surreal ash,  Wheels and sprockets,  clock parts,  pages scattered on the Tuesday streets        I remember the teddy bear  With the stuffing on the outside  The button eyes lost in the sheets  The pee stains smell  And the breasts not offered  In the age of Rational Mind     Children drew pictures  Of twin candles burning  As if it were our second birthday  A second age  A second coming  An age of timelessness     And the Balinese  Walked into the guns of white men,  We walk into the fire  Of shadow  Of clarity in the deep pool  Of Magical Mind     I think of the shattered glass,  A looking glass  Beauty created by accident  Some careless accomplice,   Creates with the artist.     And they hid from God  Because they where ashamed  Of their nakedness  And we will strip her bare   Because we are not ashamed anymore     Deep in a sealed wooden boat  The woman who abandoned the white BWM  In the garage below  Sails into the  Worlds beyond  The knowledge of light and dark  White doves descend  Into her deep pool of longing        And in this,  The last world  a woman  Gives birth
The bride striped bare by her bachelors 12/12/12
Day in the sky
Day in the sky
Point of Assembly : Watercolor on Canvas 24X36"It's at some pointjust behind the right shouldera place where we are taughtto fix attentionand there it coalesces.Last night it shiftedand I flew out of thethird floor window,saw my daughterand her friendentering the back doorbelowI stood on the wall outsidewatchinglike a clowndoing some stupid stunt,a trick,because everyone knowsI can't really walk on wallsbut somehow Ithink I couldimagine swimmingin warm living waterunder the night wirethe spotlights passingoverheadthe illicit wet flowingover new white skinlike liquid breathcaresses.I'm thinking that maybethis shifting is whatwe did before wefell off of the wallbefore all of the king's horsesbefore all of the king's menmadethis assemblythat maybe I shouldjustfall againlike maybe it's betterto be be brokenand shifting the dreamthen fixedand steel.Is this real?
Point of Assembly
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