Open Channels is a book to get a sampling of my poetry.It is 52 pages and gives you about 50 poems.It is for those who do not have any of my other books as it contains a sampling from many of my books in one place.
Across the Flame
Across the Flame
Sparing nothing
But nickels
In the chance that lofty thought
Remain unhinged
And quietly
Though unspoken
Altered arrows
Through the flesh
Wounding even you
Specks of dust
On quiet nights like these
I took down
The pictures
Melted frames into pieces
And waltzed across the flame
Of hunger
Eaten by tender flesh
And reduced to
Utter irony
I spent the day regressed
Open Windows
Open Windows
Little birds
On the ledge
Singing songs
Of open windows
Saying “Come with me”
Enchanted sunlight
Dancing on the window sill
Lifting footprints
From the sand
Whispering “Fly with me”
Grace
Grace
Searching
Through the windows
For a sign of hope
For the grace
I left behind
Might somehow still
Be mine
Blind Wolf
Blind Wolf
Sky of purple time
Filled of broken windows
Remain untouched
By the purity
Of a scented hand
That reaches
Outside of blue shores
Love-a blind wolf
Howls to a sacred moon
That longs
With tired birds
Of procrastination
Bringing passersby
Lonely hitchhikers
Timeless travelers
That fear not only
The coldness of winter’s thorns
But the openness of spring
Upon My Soul
Upon My Soul
On ground of sacred Earth
The ringing of bells
Can be heard
Calling us to remember
A truth veiled lightly
In a blanket of forgetfulness
I’ll find me there
Where angel’s songs
Upon my ears
Do greet the morning sun
And in the cracks
My worthiness
I left unkempt
In a long forgotten place
Sullen
The road more frequently traveled
When joy forgot her face
The child inside
A voice so long unheard
Safely tucked into the womb
Of love’s sweet arms
Woven of all that glitters
Aeon's Path
The tatterings of the orange blossom
In full bloom
Catching the flow
Of the mountains ascension
The darkness descends
Crossing aeon’s path
To the witched mountain
Where ablaze they stand
Gowned in white
Their hands of light
With a vivid view
Eyes wide open
Eyes brand new
Here, I will sing
Here, I will look at you
In the fire of my soul
The dancing flame
No sword in my hand
Just a heart where I stand
No armor to bare
Nakedly aware
My soul it is I share
My soul it is I bare
Whence upon I followed
The Christed form
With Open Hands
People in cars
Gathering secret
Seashores
Playing mystical guitars
Not a casual sunrise
In sight
The scent of
Sacred rosebuds
Filling the air
Yesterday
A foreign word
To the ocean
of fruits