Canto for Invisio-Girl

Have you ever witnessed
On your own
Without the boost given through
Cinematic special effect
A slender woman
Fade away through a wall?
Fascinating as this may sound
I'm fairly certain you may recall
A time-lapsed occurrence
Of nature or technology
The truth of how
It actually plays out

You may remember
You may remember
Upon seeing the finale
Or recounting on conception
How the beginning justifies
The end
Vice the verse
Etc
Ect

When I tell you she has faded
Through these walls
In this place she came to visit
One cold, sparkling winter season
For holidays from her tasks
A place to drop her bags and masks
An unmated gyne
On October's Butterfly Bush

All the folks came out to meet her
As I, in my safari helmet
Strewn about with carcasses
For canvases of Lions, Tigress, and bears,
Did regale her as princess
Of a time when monarchs
Ruled the air

Gee, ain't it funny
How certain walls will
Naturally absorb objects
Resting against the surface
Yet resistant of light and air

You may remember
You may remember
The bitter chill of September
And the forgiveness of abandonment
Spewed from the lips
Of the solid foundation
Of the living God's future bride

I wish this journey was ours
To take together
You may build walls
To protect or defend
You may tell lies
To deflect or offend
Neither could make it better
Or wipe away hours shared

I have stared at the wall every second your face has faded
The orange flecks of your eyes
The pinkness of your lips
Faded into the fingerprints of your hands
Faded now the memory of your kiss
Your long toes
Used for writing flamenco libros
On the logo of your heart

You may remember
You may remember
Yet, dearest, I shan't forget
Of the all the good that you have done
Through out the infinite embrace
Of time's deepest depths

Six Lanes Across Vibrant Red Clay

Tree rings count the cross cut ages
All the old timers
Say
They
remember when

I've personally watched both Freedom & Independence
Drive & Boulevard (respectively)
Spread in that ugly, flabby way

Now I am positioned to witness
Mallard Creek become an auto-doped
Thoroughfare for 'big 'uns'
With incredibly poor lines of sight

Six lanes across
It's the number of man
Planning the next on-ramp

Not one headline
About all the oaks felled
Where the rubber hits the road

One lone photog out there
Snapping, snapping at the scene
Of a multiple arboracide
Smooth jazz aficionados
Slow to stop - wondering
What's that crazy white boy
Doin' out there?

Most of the modern science
Has come to believe
There is a master plan in effect
To the creation of all flora and fauna
Every component effects (re: impacts)
Every living sector of this beautiful world
We were given to inhabit
To celebrate
To love and nurture

IT'S IN OUR NATURE!

I walked out on the red clay
Underneath westward fleeting lion's sun

Found the construction silenced for Sunday
Hitachi at rest

Found one red & and yellow 12oz
Empty and face down
Under swirling stripes of cirrus

Found a hard, traveling (insect)

Found a fellow documentarian
We talked for a moment
,as cars rolled past,
Time continued to march

Hypothetically Elected to Further Designs

Let's say, you have a unanimous support base
Since nobody knows your record
No one can attack your legerdemain
You could say anything you'd like
Certainly the 'on-board' critics would agree
As you flash cards of monsters
To dazzle the pupils
All graduates of Social University
& Politically Connected Corporate Community College
But it ain't me
It ain't me
I've received hard fought paper
From the Institute of Philosophical Beauty
While minoring
In poems of love
And the cinema shot
In the dark night of the soul
After learning to turn
Base metals into gold
As simple as
A kiss into a memory
I was drug through the muck
To be hung out to dry

Against the Grain

At times in our lives
When everything spirals
Out of control
& beyond any semblance
There seems a gnawing, nagging dread
Egging us on

It is alright to call me later on
I am not in a bad mood
simply typing with my voice
while we're talking
yes, audiocontrol

I'm putting the words into the device
hopefully the words will turn into something to help
help people to defeat the negativity
wow, they're going through the hardships of life

The words in my room
in my room and im pretty weird
but true
the word my room
my room spirals and embraces
old old
also phone phone
old home, who would hear it ?
we know who
Who would share it ?
moon doom aurora massacre
who would find
Scrambling in front of them,
know inside of them,
sew them in so,
Not let them go,
Who?

It's not brain surgery
It's the healing of the spirit & the mind
Neither intellect nor firepower
Could allow you the peace
Given freely
From the Son of God
Our Lord
& only salvation
Jesus Christ

If you find yourself
In that precarious spot
I'd definitely hope not
Take a prayer break
& ask God for direction
Before you destroy
Yourself
And everyone
In your immediate vicinity

Ceiling Forever Above

Not enough for me
For anyone
To explain the sky
To bring you down
To lift you up

Our horizon runs along
A crashing surf transforms
To lap at the toes
Of dancing sandpipers
Dragging grains of time
To the Earth
Farther below

I hold you in my heart
High above my head
You caress the ocean
Far above crashing shores
Leaving messages tattooed
In Heaven's forever
Reverberating frequency

All We Have Is All We Need

It never ceases to amaze me how much 

is taken for granted
stars were assigned their transitus 

before the beginning of this age
still and deep
congratulations are in order
at the newest discovery
of human achievement  

You think this ain't love?

Sounds float up from the street
Speed Street; O'Farrell Street
streets are streets
upon their surface 
paths do meet
by chance 
or precisely manufactured plan

That probably ain't love either, huh?

The coloration of the flora
blooms and decays; blooms and decays
over a matter of heat
through these calendared days
from May to May

Accredited to which law; in which universe?

Poetry grows on trees
Pictures are manufactured by bees
Buzzards circle the cul-de-sac 
for reasonable rates
(on home loans)  
“Eww! I hate it when he goes dark, with these.”

Honestly. Is love too playful for you?

Time's gear house is running down
-Happens every so often-
so say the shaman of the maize
so say the cosmic cats
with their focus of eons away
purr and chirp through the haze
all through the night
as the sky gives way

Love is light

Ispettore di un Amore Perduto per il Mondo

In the morning, when I rise
I may as well shut my eyes to the sun,
Stick my head beneath the pillows
Let Melancholia and Lethargia
Continue their marathon run

When at five, out from my cube
In my gray flannel suit
I creep through the grate of streets
I should melt beneath the crush of feet
Ground to dust & blown discrete

Lost in traffic, none will know
Never daring to carry a note
Nor the breeze to deliver
A memory of your scent
There'd be no reason, after all

I work the scene, countless hours inside
There's no clue left to categorize
Or label for a box of evidence
When what's missing is without
transferable valoir
What's missing
is the press of your lips
& the warmth of your breath
It is you that's missing
in the equation of us