Category: poetry

  • This morning’s songbird

    After the early morning ritual of spitting out impurities,  Washing the hair, Expiring the warmth of flowing water Like petals on your back Licking   I am greeted with a bird of a song, And she sang to me,   “The world is a scary place it is A scary place   The world is…

  • Not of Tech

    I have a love hate thing going on with tech.  I’m over being burnt out, really, but somehow I don’t mind playing with tech at home in my bedroom studio where I can answer to myself and at my own time.  Occasionally, my eyes graze the net on new cameras and equipment that entice me…

  • God Bless Alice

    This morning my body prayed through yoga and freed me. My program is changing, and I can feel it through a deeper connection with the universe.  Even when I am lost of all purpose, I am finding there is a purpose in every moment. My body is breaking away from the unconscious fear that habitually…

  • A Poem for Rosemary

    The Movie-star Goddess plays a Madonna and Child in her role as an unholy mother to the Anti-Christ. Her face is a landscape of hidden valleys and secrets mixed in with the hills of hell and sunshine beaten down into a warped poster illustration. Somewhere to the left of her eye sits the carriage holding…

  • Arousal of the Dawn

    He found a pretty piece of curvy flesh Upon the glory shore, A sight for sore eyes and coercing erections. An inflammation set on him Accompanied with a burning bulge Leaving him with an appetite for potential penetration. Perversion prevailed As warm blood rushed into both his heads. Throbbing in blue he let out the…

  • Sad Thoughts: Another Love Poem

    Why do I think of such sad thoughts?   Why did I wake up thinking of Her? I should never have packed Her bags. She could still be Here. Today. Why do I think of these things?

  • Little Bird Dreaming

    One day I shall overcome.   One day I shall spread the word of EWOK A made up word for a made up world And a made up Flock   Enlightening Worlds Of Kindness…   I see myself in a bird’s reflection Gaping at a pool Inside those Worlds I wish to be kind.   In…

  • Free

    I guess it’s February 5, 2020  and this is a stream of consciousness…   I feel good like a bird that’s been set free from its cage I feel free Like floating over space Over time Taking a really good look at what I need To See Smiling at that benign indifference I feel good…

  • My Artist Statement

    What is art to me?  I have been thinking about that a lot lately.   Art to me is beautiful even if it’s ugly.  Or maybe it is pretending to be something that it is not.     What is art?   What is beauty?   What is Ugly?   What is it but an expression of life on a…

  • Woke Up Asian

    I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror and thought, “I’m looking really Asian today,”” Whatever that means. So what does that mean? To wake up looking really Asian today, as if all that was in your blood was Asian Oceans, Pacifics, Mountains, and skies A beauty stretched beyond islands and continents. As…