Sunday, July 24, 2016

In accordance with the shared vision (for Jonathan & Sylvia)


The days that we meet are the days that we’re born. Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again. Of the ashes from randomness or pain. Or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment. We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love. Raised of the love of our creator, creators, and creations. Pathways reveal themselves though cloaks and shrouds. And light illuminates through fiery incisions.


In journeys toward a maze or a riddle. We become the cycle we tune ourselves into. Until some crucial moment turns itself inside-out. Like the first break of the sun into dawning skies. This is the moment when you two have become. Beacons in the diecast mold of a hardened world. Or reflections of color and illuminating beauty. Raised in the shine of your redemption and love. 

Friday, July 15, 2016

Modern conscience


Strange dots distant on a horizon line. Encircling approach without cause without pause. Sewn and/or rooted into a frame of modern conscience. In fellowship degrade it's shifting it's drifting.

Strange re-circulation within tidal pools. Entropic forces alive will metastasize. The dirge of symbiosis grounds into a pattern. Treachery of its passing into scourge into birth.



Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Dark days beckon


Every dim-lit candle burns away. Wistful melting wax in reveal. An ill-formed layer and cold-gray ash. The burnt calendar days and rotations. Passing across a channel or walking along an edge. The brow beckons inevitably. To barren landscape below. To time well-traveled.

Every dim-lit hand of minds' decay. Watching in waste's rotation. A permeation of broken ideas or trite remainders. Through worn pages and dimming screens. Passing through some type of afterlife. Some pervasive move into. The post mortem of certain ideas. To permanent reminders.


Thursday, October 29, 2015

Out of sorts with being in sync



I'm looking to simplify but not dumb this down. Crystallizing the flow of light and tones of sound. Into something we can move forward with. More tangible than than the tics we've developed. And more sensible than a rapid response. An instant aggrandizement of a position. Positioned on the edge of blurring fields. On the slope of crumbling ground.

Some burgeoning fantasy quest develops. Across toasted slopes and through spring flowing shade. Into murky dusk and down into night fire. On through the pricked points of thousands. Simultaneously broadcasting code onto the path. Laid out with a mirage of muddied water. Littered with signage marking confusion away from established boundaries. Into the just pattern.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Awake to mourn the passing of your future perception


Deep within a core of rotten wire. Tied in hundreds of little knots. A dynamic torture tension. Like puppet strings from within. Forced pleasantries within the line. To the edges of a panic room. Scaling around a giant centerpiece hole. To a jimmied up window board.

Awake before the alarm. Greets the day like a mourning song. Morning's mounting heaps. The death and despair and uncertainty. Blurring perception of the moment. And mirroring the acid eating away. The guts' core lining and structure. Or the labyrinth in your ear.

Mission Statement on Love & Marriage


Love is the intimate understanding, acceptance of, and commitment to ourselves and/or to another person. We're born into the love of our family, and through that love we learn to love ourselves, transferring on to the important people who may cross into our lives over our lifetime- close friends, romantic partners, and subsequently our children and our children's children. Being in love, is love's expression and intensification due to the physical and mental intimacy that results from two persons' initial attraction and subsequent growth together. 

Marriage is a partnership between two people, built upon a foundation of deep love, where the partners define themselves through the marriage as well as individually, and structure their lives according to a shared vision. The partnership creates a "family," with or without children, and its success is dependent upon both partners understanding, accepting, and successfully negotiating its cyclical nature, never letting it veer onto the path of becoming linear.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Not Easily Resolved


You packed for me a token of misunderstanding. A monument for the time lost. A symbol of the edges of a canyon. A metaphor for violent waters. Cutting a drift through sand and sink. The sigh of resignation. And the unrest of guilt. Mount up like the expanse of a landfill.

Muddy tracks lay rested. A campsite lies at ready. The air is crisp yet stagnant. Ominous hands swinging branches. All movement is manipulated. Calculating the plot of a course. Dry winds extinguish a spark of forward motion. Putting it into its place.

A continuum of unions fully formed. In a nexus of understanding or a pattern. Gestures of seamless layers. Paths marked with unbroken bonds. To set out in isolation. To wash hands in which to welcome. Is to resolve to reveal the space. That is enclosed within a spiral.