"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgment." - John F. Kennedy

Thanks for finding me. This is a fairly random sampling of my poetic rumblings beginning in the mid-70s to present day. Not definitive or complete, just things that struck me again for one reason or another on revisiting. There are a couple of previously published collections here which might be good places to start if you are diving in blind from the precipice.

Try the collections MEET THE BEATS or GLIMMERING RAY DUET (both archived in June 2008 in the menu below right) for starters if you are so inclined...

As of 2016, I will be publishing my song lyrics on a seperate page from the more poetic scribblings here. Pieces that first appeared here and then later were arranged for music will remain here in their original form but may appear edited on the lyric page. Check out the links section for the original song blog.

Monday, August 1, 2011

SOMETHING TINY

There is a tiny creature
I carry with me
Always
Just beneath my skin.

She moves through me
Of her own volition
Sometimes poised just below my eyebrow
Creating foggy moist heat
Blurring my vision
Pulling my line of sight
Away from whatever
Captured
My attention.

Occasionally, she burrows
Beneath my skin
On the back of my hand
Guiding my touch
Over softer moments
Or forcing action
From my palm
The slapping sound
Waking waves
Of warm ecstatic
Contact.

Knowing
What works.
Giving in
To the near
Stopping
Of time.

Then there are moments
When her magnificent weightlessness
All 97 pounds of her
Pulsates
Beneath my chest
And I want someone to reach
Deep inside of me
Pull her out
For all to see
As I carry her
Over my broad shoulder
To a safer place
Where tears
Embolden
Her freedom
And nourish
My racing spirit
As I kiss them
From her eyes.

~ for Tiny J, dark Tinkerbell ever flitting around my heart.
August 1, 2011, Big Bear City, C
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