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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.
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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
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At Margo s Place
At Margo s Place
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Atlantis Argo
Atlantis Argo
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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    
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Birthday Flowers
Birthday Flowers
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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
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Day in the sky
Day in the sky
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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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