someone

Thursday, June 27th 2019

crest-line trail to Capitol peak
Capitol State forest,WA

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Tuesday, June 25th 2019

Mt. Elinor Wa, Hoodsport

blue birds and mountain goats

the broken painting

cast into the machinery of time

The song saves the man     c/dm/f/dm/c

moon in the water
wind on the land
breath of the sky
inside of this man

light through the trees
coming on down
and falling on me
wind in the trees
inside of me
inside of me

well beauty has always been
the first thing
yeah beauty has always been
the first thing

here I am
underneath these eagle wings
whisper you know my heart
its all blue skies and we can see
we can see
and I am now tomorrow and free

what can the owls sing
what can the crows think
what does the dog say
when she looks up at you
with love

its only a simple thing
like water hiding in everything
or a gold thread woven
through all of spring

moon in the water
wind in the land
breath of the sky
inside of this man

light from the trees
falling on me
telling me beauty has always been
the very first thing

the song saves him

the hero

exile from love

woman with a chemtrail in the hazy blue sky

Bird Highway

Far away and lost #23
August, 2016

I don't believe in this moment
lost and far away life is a dream
to slip away without a trace
to die in my sleep
like these bells in the fog
a sound land for a friend in my ears, always singing
leaving no tears, no residue, no waste
what you think of me doesn't matter
nothing does
I deleted the measure and account
listened to the drug of being
with frozen hands and glue and tacks
I painted it out

I looked for a long time for you
but you didn't come
that's because you are here now
in the dream of this dream
with me alone
I made you up

art is meaningless
life is meaningless
death is meaningless
everything is nothing
I don't matter
I am nobody
and I am going nowhere
now

the night is in her now
the morning will come
the shit will occur
routine
and all around it is the moment I have eaten
can't chase it
but the eternal slip is worth waiting for
I have been there
in the crescent moon and island of the soul
by the dogs and the water of love
immersion and glide I am becoming
you are like a jewel to me and I love you all
from behind the window
from behind my glass eyes

from the boat and suitcase on the desert highway
madness and necessary confession, a circle in the dirt
for this spirit surrounded by the cynics of matter
in their grid of fear
from a private tower over the sea
comes a whisper on my spiral staircase
you are loved
you are loved &
the night is in her now
she speaks like a kiss from death waiting and watching
invisible angel
reminding you that it is coming
someday maybe tomorrow
perhaps it is a door to life
mine is

pointless life of lonely drift

the road alone

tomorrow

Break the camp

flame in the dark
smell of the lamp
land of milk and honey
break the camp

kerosene and diesel
blurry minor cords
floating window
feathers of sound

tiny plastic balls
in the water and food
now like sand
sliding into us tall
shoot guns off
in the big truck hills of fir
clearcuts and beer cans
truck tires thrown into canyons

the heat rises
the waves come
nobody knows
like the rose
in water

cause maybe it is
waves of matter
waves of time
a mirror of ourselves
fate of one planet
nothing but dust

so forget
lay in the tall grass
feel the heat
of the ground
watch the clouds
all day round
the warm wind
and its sound
on the
spine of the world
and forget
until we remember
the first time

The actress

"the actress wears the whole universe as her costume of stars"

stuck in her shadow

The Spiral