For what eager mind
To diminish night sky
Ego flight and fancy’s anointed charismatic decree?
Bone bag miscalculated sense of permanence
Adrift amongst life’s perpetual gloom?
No answers, no answers, no questions, no doom.
As peaceful self transcends action
Left stymied unresolved
Perched in some fomented hierarchy of lie dream
Waking slumber.
~ 5/24/08 3:33am Arden Garrett (my new name for my Arden apartment or perhaps a new pseudonym for the artist within). Spark: Spontaneous writing.
Also published in my blog – www.myspace.com/v32unes
Friday, September 12, 2008
FRAGILE ANSWER
young velvet window
your open voice
she only remembers
the secret glass question
we celebrate, explore, embrace.
porcelain sister
our slow rhythm
haunts the night long.
soft prisoner
this present peace.
~ magnetic poetry (myspace app), 9/10/08
your open voice
she only remembers
the secret glass question
we celebrate, explore, embrace.
porcelain sister
our slow rhythm
haunts the night long.
soft prisoner
this present peace.
~ magnetic poetry (myspace app), 9/10/08
BEGIN BEING
live
listen
grow with love
feel life’s flow
bless the weight of profound surrender
encourage compassion
balance
gratitude and
transform energy into serenity
challenge
inspire and dream
from fragile birth
sustain chaos
bear suffering
soothe
comfort
endure
when weary
laugh
let your mind rest
in this present light
nourish spirit
through touch
create self-awareness
as you recycle
trust
courage
joy
play hard
give out hope free
a happy heart heals
value change
wisdom
gentle grace
beauty
truth
ask
care
believe
though question understanding
pamper doubt
be still
accept the journey
meditate
breathe
wish peace for every soul
~ written in Arden garrett, with refrigerator magnets, 9/8/08
for Val Cherrin & Molly Mackey
also published in my blog at www.myspace.com/v32unes
listen
grow with love
feel life’s flow
bless the weight of profound surrender
encourage compassion
balance
gratitude and
transform energy into serenity
challenge
inspire and dream
from fragile birth
sustain chaos
bear suffering
soothe
comfort
endure
when weary
laugh
let your mind rest
in this present light
nourish spirit
through touch
create self-awareness
as you recycle
trust
courage
joy
play hard
give out hope free
a happy heart heals
value change
wisdom
gentle grace
beauty
truth
ask
care
believe
though question understanding
pamper doubt
be still
accept the journey
meditate
breathe
wish peace for every soul
~ written in Arden garrett, with refrigerator magnets, 9/8/08
for Val Cherrin & Molly Mackey
also published in my blog at www.myspace.com/v32unes
Monday, August 11, 2008
CAUGHT STARING
He’s caught himself staring again.
There is a radiant beauty about her
He has never before known.
Innocence and worldliness
At once and all encompassing;
The youthful exuberance
Seasoned by the timeless
Precipice of the unknown.
Her eyes, direct beacons
Shining her essence outward;
A lighthouse rescuing those in her light
From any slight doubt
That God or whatever
Magnificent generosity of creation
Is an art lover
A connoisseur of all that reflects
Life’s timeless beauty:
The glorious wonder of human kind
In the glow of her skin
In the joy of her giggle
The graceful lines of her body.
And I whisper thanks to the creator
For allowing me the guilty pleasure
Of her luxurious company.
That I yearn to feel her skin
Under my fingertips
Her silken hair against my chest
Will forever haunt my dreams.
In hers, she rides a giant horse
So big she can reach up into the trees
But she controls him
And as she tells me this dream
I tease her that I am that horse
And she can control me anytime.
She laughs
Slaps and pinches my arm
“You’re crazy.”
Crazy about you
My beautiful muse.
If I can ever touch
Your soft, delicate
Pink as spring cherry blossom
Lips to mine
I could die a fulfilled and happy man
The essence of passion
sprung to life in the touch.
~ FOR LS, May 24, 2008
There is a radiant beauty about her
He has never before known.
Innocence and worldliness
At once and all encompassing;
The youthful exuberance
Seasoned by the timeless
Precipice of the unknown.
Her eyes, direct beacons
Shining her essence outward;
A lighthouse rescuing those in her light
From any slight doubt
That God or whatever
Magnificent generosity of creation
Is an art lover
A connoisseur of all that reflects
Life’s timeless beauty:
The glorious wonder of human kind
In the glow of her skin
In the joy of her giggle
The graceful lines of her body.
And I whisper thanks to the creator
For allowing me the guilty pleasure
Of her luxurious company.
That I yearn to feel her skin
Under my fingertips
Her silken hair against my chest
Will forever haunt my dreams.
In hers, she rides a giant horse
So big she can reach up into the trees
But she controls him
And as she tells me this dream
I tease her that I am that horse
And she can control me anytime.
She laughs
Slaps and pinches my arm
“You’re crazy.”
Crazy about you
My beautiful muse.
If I can ever touch
Your soft, delicate
Pink as spring cherry blossom
Lips to mine
I could die a fulfilled and happy man
The essence of passion
sprung to life in the touch.
~ FOR LS, May 24, 2008
NO MATTER
No matter
How often you find your way into my dreams
Or sail into my thoughts on a breeze of light
Randomly
Bring a grin from under my beard
No matter
How often I see your “xoxo”
In my inbox
Or recall your wondrous laugh
That fills my heart
No matter
How long I’m away
A week, a month, or longer still
I am always taken aback
Surprised
Unprepared
For how I, again
Cannot help but fall
Head over heels
The moment
I see you again.
~ for LS, 8/11/08
How often you find your way into my dreams
Or sail into my thoughts on a breeze of light
Randomly
Bring a grin from under my beard
No matter
How often I see your “xoxo”
In my inbox
Or recall your wondrous laugh
That fills my heart
No matter
How long I’m away
A week, a month, or longer still
I am always taken aback
Surprised
Unprepared
For how I, again
Cannot help but fall
Head over heels
The moment
I see you again.
~ for LS, 8/11/08
Sunday, July 13, 2008
ODD MAN IN/OUT
i.
The gentlest of souls
Simple yet complex
Spontaneous choices
Based on practiced self-trust —
To want someone else’s happiness
More than your own
Is dangerous stuff
A slippery trail
To an illusively rewarding summit.
Finally reaching the peak
the view from the top
Can be cloud covered
Socked in
So one must contemplate...
Turn back
Descend...
Sit still
And wait...
In the best
of all worlds
What will be seen,
Invigorating
And disconcerting
Mesmerizing
And polarizing,
May at minimum
Remind us of only
What we have given up
On the climb.
The passing time
Those left behind
The pain in your legs
Spine
Feet
Soul
Reminders of what remains:
The sky
Behind the clouds.
ii.
And sometimes
I want to cry at the sight
Of her
But my smile
Squenches my eyes up
Too tightly to let the tears flow.
Just me.
That infamous
“walking contradiction
partly fact
partly fiction.”
Being me.
Basket case happy
Backpack full of sad.
She reflects me.
We reflect each other
Quick to process
Slow to act
Full of ideas
Shy on follow up.
We settle
And we plan
And we move towards
The next thing
That fills the unfillable.
Seductive mirror
Shining each other’s image
Too often
Neglecting our own.
We know life is simpler than we make it
More complex than we wish it.
And in her arms
I feel my own heart beating.
iii.
Watching your affection for each other
Revealing itself
Explored
Expressed
In little hugs
Elbow kisses
Magnetic touches
Your happiness
Sweetness
Dare I say romantic side?
Turning me on
As always
That I so desire to sidle up to
The both of you
Our legs crossed over yours
A simple hand on your hip.
You
Surrounded by hope
Nothing overt
Just contact
Touching unspoken love
Showing you both
How being a special part of your lives
Makes some kind of sacred sense
So deeply felt
Though present moment’s tenuous confusion
Finds so little
Space
For those feelings
To land.
Odd man out.
iv.
With you in my bed
Radiant face smiling up at me
In candlelight glow
Glad to be back under the weight of me
Glad to be back clutching the breath of you
I am welcomed home
Into the longed for arms
The soul of a fragile woman
Stronger than the elements
Brighter than the sun
Moth man, me
Drawn to a flame
Flickering
For someone else.
I dig your heat
Angel.
From wherever
I am.
Odd man in.
~For Molly 7/10-13/08, BIG BEAR CITY
The gentlest of souls
Simple yet complex
Spontaneous choices
Based on practiced self-trust —
To want someone else’s happiness
More than your own
Is dangerous stuff
A slippery trail
To an illusively rewarding summit.
Finally reaching the peak
the view from the top
Can be cloud covered
Socked in
So one must contemplate...
Turn back
Descend...
Sit still
And wait...
In the best
of all worlds
What will be seen,
Invigorating
And disconcerting
Mesmerizing
And polarizing,
May at minimum
Remind us of only
What we have given up
On the climb.
The passing time
Those left behind
The pain in your legs
Spine
Feet
Soul
Reminders of what remains:
The sky
Behind the clouds.
ii.
And sometimes
I want to cry at the sight
Of her
But my smile
Squenches my eyes up
Too tightly to let the tears flow.
Just me.
That infamous
“walking contradiction
partly fact
partly fiction.”
Being me.
Basket case happy
Backpack full of sad.
She reflects me.
We reflect each other
Quick to process
Slow to act
Full of ideas
Shy on follow up.
We settle
And we plan
And we move towards
The next thing
That fills the unfillable.
Seductive mirror
Shining each other’s image
Too often
Neglecting our own.
We know life is simpler than we make it
More complex than we wish it.
And in her arms
I feel my own heart beating.
iii.
Watching your affection for each other
Revealing itself
Explored
Expressed
In little hugs
Elbow kisses
Magnetic touches
Your happiness
Sweetness
Dare I say romantic side?
Turning me on
As always
That I so desire to sidle up to
The both of you
Our legs crossed over yours
A simple hand on your hip.
You
Surrounded by hope
Nothing overt
Just contact
Touching unspoken love
Showing you both
How being a special part of your lives
Makes some kind of sacred sense
So deeply felt
Though present moment’s tenuous confusion
Finds so little
Space
For those feelings
To land.
Odd man out.
iv.
With you in my bed
Radiant face smiling up at me
In candlelight glow
Glad to be back under the weight of me
Glad to be back clutching the breath of you
I am welcomed home
Into the longed for arms
The soul of a fragile woman
Stronger than the elements
Brighter than the sun
Moth man, me
Drawn to a flame
Flickering
For someone else.
I dig your heat
Angel.
From wherever
I am.
Odd man in.
~For Molly 7/10-13/08, BIG BEAR CITY
HER CURVY WICK BURNS END TO END
Her curvy wick burns end to end
like life's big questions unanswered
over
and over
again.
Cycles spin
hearts align and mis-align
seek some level of comfort
in the blood flood
towards extinction.
And our cells replicate, die out, replicate
like our loves
like our doubts
like our victories and defeats
all in the service of some resilient
resistance to acceptance
-- distraction
the devil's stepchild.
~for Molly. 5/2/08 First published in response to a story on her MySpace blog.
like life's big questions unanswered
over
and over
again.
Cycles spin
hearts align and mis-align
seek some level of comfort
in the blood flood
towards extinction.
And our cells replicate, die out, replicate
like our loves
like our doubts
like our victories and defeats
all in the service of some resilient
resistance to acceptance
-- distraction
the devil's stepchild.
~for Molly. 5/2/08 First published in response to a story on her MySpace blog.
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