the brushing rasping sounds of the wind 

outside it blows its source unseen, unknown

from mystery far, distant lands and seas

past myriad lands, seas and trees hauntingly abandoned

against my walls and through  my open windows 

it beats against the door of mine own midnight home

it lingers on my ear and pensive makes my breath to hold

no pretense, no haughty holds; it simply blows

with chills it comes from alaskan northern lights and snow

those distant lands bathed by its breath 

under twinkling skies it silent flows 

below the witness specks of starry light

ruffles hair and feather of creatures seeking life

it speaks to me upon my quiet bed, 

seduces pensive thoughts

reflect i look upon the day with all its good and bad

mixed in with play and fray 

my life upon this tired earth

whisper something, oh wind,

in my ear i do not present know

your chill upon my naked chest,

bared against the night

nothing no one can restrain your course, 

as you go on through your lonely vigil's flight

your journey to the south extreme, 

the horn of south america and round again i see

your breath i breathe; 

it stirs my soul to feel

man, my friend and foe has turned his back on me

follow you if i will, the choice is mine to take

free like you, to fly like you, 

sweet abandonment,

nothing, no one can restrain

i lie here in distilled repose

await your gusts, 

for more to follow those that passed

once they blow and flow me past 

bring idyllic cycles, favored dreams 

with wistfulness i beg the night;

be not quick to be overpast

let it be for me frozen,

stilled in this moment, 

calm, petrified in time

the sun delayed with its light, 

let not this niche be overcome

just be myself in this moment's dark,

let this wind brush against the cheek of my wishes' reflection 

of the things i've thought and done today

of what its worth, for whom its gain

to what eternal end

to what eternal vain

blow you wind through my windows open

make the trees to speak

contained within therein,

mysteries unveil

to what end my attentive mind 

weary of days' toil

to what road, to what place 

will i now embark

coffee pot galvanized midnight blue with specks

white chipped enamel its cylinder body's flecks

sits on wood burning cast iron stove stoic

its protruding spout touts caffeine elixir rush

intoxicating aroma for old time perculator,

simple strainer nostalgia, metallic seive and tube

hot water physics brews the beans,

high tech stuff in rustic back woods cabin

stove stoked with split oak wood,

gnarled, twisted dry, takes work,

steel splitter, sledge hammer love hate relationship

peaks and lows, brutal blows, manual holds

back breaking grips, combustion's heat

sequoia forest beauty negates fatigue's drain by pain

snow drifts nine feet thick,

as is my head feels now, last night's bourbon's hits

heart to hearths talk with the fire

me and she, my fiery flickering seductive friend

warms to heat my cold cheeks, speaks mesmerizes

incites delight, dreamy pleasures her undulating hips

her licking, crackling lips, she speaks and whispers

soft secret talks, deep as the drifts outside

gonna snow again tonight, silver clouds' tenacity

six pointed wonders of crystal ice,

light as feathers frail, moonlight shining through

cigar smoke dreamy blue, rising gossamer wisp delicate evokes;

is there a new york, a los angeles, out there?

are there such things as war and crime

busy city streets, congested littered roads, haphazard cracks,

razorwire, drunken telephone poles' wires, sirens' manic panic,

1001 cable shows and nothin' on?

this cabin, my womb,

outside snow ceaseless falls

are there planets called saturn, mars, pluto dwarf,

galaxies, endless cosmic space?

the blizzard's gonna hit sometime this week

i'll be socked in for a week or more

let it be a month and more,

snow drifts bury me under 25 feet, cocooned

my blood will flow hot, claustrophobic trapped

stoic scared my heart will thump

self contained suffocated isolation

transfixed betwixt fear of death and regeneration

verges edge of asphyxiation

i'll keep the stove stoked, in the meantime,

door unbolted, exit entrance path unobstructed

shovel's travail, pleas' respite serves no avail

the roof is pitched 45 degrees slant,

with snow so thick weight's tonnage could collapse

my body will not escape this trap

my heart will not try

my soul does not care

the wind, the crow they fly, they do

it speaks the wind, it does

i hear its secrets subdued, it woos

with haunting voice, wisps' swirls soft breeze

it flows along my skin seduces me its voice to hear 

'cross lonely haunting shades of sound, mysteriously invites

"follow me, run and fly and lie with me, 

i do stroke, arouse your curiosity and taste, 

i'm yours for your taking; follow me as you will

leave you transfixed upon my invisibility, my secrets i do share, 

the sun is my keeper, with his heat, he makes me blow across the land 

far and near away from here i carry scents and sounds 

to your threshold will carry you across"

the crow it does confirm the wind who carries him aloft

he caws and adds his own testimony's unsolicited cocky voice 

cackling sound breaks the waves of silence, pronouncing haunted calls 

in partnership with the wind in this desolate, lonely place, 

marking harmony with their voice of the spirits gone,

passed along through the veils, gone to another dimension plane

the wind and the crow do absolve me to my inner voice released, 

telepathic silence as my eyes do follow, 

give the wind its form of line and curve 

its sway of living things projecting from the earth

far into the distance i do yearn to walk and reach the other side 

in the moaning sides, rushing in through canyons deep and wide, 

teem with wondrous moving things that hide inside bush and tree, 

perfumes release they do, aromas in this breeze, offshoot wings of the wind

brings in heat warmed by the sun, that does reside in rifts of rocks,

littered round with coyote's and raccoon feces, abound, 

hoot owl's dropped cocoons, regurgitated hair and bone,

sweet artifacts of intrigue, delightful to my tired eye yet curious

virgin wilderness no footprint of man does not invade

far off away from cities' heat and strife, i do endure the high up climb 

upheld by the wind, her words kept true beyond my former sullen blues

she led, she took and carried me here, like the crow aloft

before i followed her promised course, my cross and empty brain

transformed become; a gazing curious mind in search of wind's unending speech 

for you, or anyone of willing quiet mind, 

of wearied world's pollution noise with swell of maddening rush, 

take heed i plead you hear, today i followed along 

with the wind, with her sweet rushes' voice,

did beg, i did to follow more until my heart and head collapsed 

upon the ground with bits of matter, 

twigs and specks of quartz, stuck upon my soiled skin 

i fell asleep against a gorge; its rocks became my bed 

through the night i hear her rush, her roar across the canyon's throat 

awe for her voice fills my ears; her touch does cleanse my soul

Omg, it’s such a beautiful Pre Cursor to

Absd - A beautiful spring day

i can feel it in the air

a hard to describe, htD Feel

it’s an energy!

it’s a morning after a night of 32 degrees of Frost

it’s 8:00 a. m. Ante meridian in the northern hemisphere

February 6, 2006

it’s crisp cool so Sunny

smells like, feels like Spring is just around winter’s hard end

38th L, latitude; 136 degrees parallel

planet, beautiful, E, earth

there’s a Magical element in the air

no one can describe, maybe come close

a feeling, i sense, 

can see around me

playfully frustrating, 

words are inadequate 

no poet can put into words

telekinesis would be helpful

from the Observer to a friend, 

like two iPhones tapping each other

for instant Interface of understanding

there’s a Magical element in the air

no one can describe, maybe come close

a feeling, i sense,

can see around me

Spring is in the air 

just around the corner

when everything, climate wise

is Perfect, 

Colors, just right

sky earth air sun

when bees bugs buds of leaves’ trees

Green Grass

just perfect

the sun is Golden 

there is such a thing as perfect weather

perfect peace inside/outside,

i feel perfect Right now

don’t care if it doesn’t last Right now

i feel Spring just around the corner

i feel Golden Good

i feel like picking a Grapefruit off the Sun!

Spring sprang in suddenly

like a golden flash

on a galloping white horse

she lit up the grey of cloudy darkness

and made it run away

like a flock of frightened crows

spring came in dazzlingly bright

with gold rays of silver

reflecting off a million leaves

of equinox green’s march

the man turned to see amazed

and forgot all about all

his acquaintances that had died

some said, “passed on,”

she lit up the grey of cloudy darkness

and made it run away

the man forgot about

those he had met long ago

those who were gone,

the ones who were dead

and he thought about the ones

he loved for ages

the ones more than acquaintances

the ones who had breathed with his own lungs,

who had lived with him a love that could not die,

but they did, these were gone,

they were dead

pulverized bone and rotted flesh

for a longer moment,

the human marveled at the blazing light

of spring on her gold white horse

and lost himself again, into the grey

as he recalled those that said,

“let’s s build for tomorrow,

here, don’t just stand there and think,

lend a hand!”

the man recalled,

lost himself again,

into the grey the ones he loved

with a love that could not die

the ones he could still remember

whose faces, laughter and smiles

dispersed with no atoms’ trace

only memories left, made of particles tinier

than muons and smaller still

than those collided into other dimensions

the man shunned, recoiled and disdained

the condescension of spring’s crooning chirps

“the best is yet to come - golden years

nearby at hand, hold fast in your hand,

the world awaits, your dreams’ command,”

the man settled in, returned indoors 

back to the task at hand he ripped 

a baseboard out of its age old hold

against the wall for three fourths century 

it had clung fast, its assigned plight 

in the man’s house baseboard and nails 

had served their function

for all times past to presently

concealing behind, all manner of corruption,

speckled blemished tarnished paint,

from webs to dust, from dust to bugs

from ashes to splinters and ashes again,

he grabbed more leverage grip and ripped away

slowly pulling it all away,

he groaned an everlasting groan,

a mental gasp, exhaled

the very essence of the vain, uttered;

“where have all my loved ones gone?”

She’s foreboding in an awesome

death titillating kind of way

like, as in, if i am to die perhaps

this would be the place

for her to take my life as i find myself

scrambling skittering with jagged bits of

particles’ ejections into prickly rarefied air

i’m high literally and figuratively, charged with an

adrenaline angst up the sharp spine of this killer ridge

sawtooth is seductive, 

she is has an alluring ominous slate grey side,

ripped, crevasse ’d, and cracked 

her beautiful northeast granite face 

albeit malevolent wears a 

perennially white snowy napkin in glacier’s cold

her chin is sloped sharply, wildly

straight skewed, dizzyingly far below me

her sensual sides are left of me - northeast;

her right side is southwest 

both i have fondled with my eyes

both precipitous, 

both candy i greedily engorge with hungry vision

she’s surreptitiously slight slipped and straight 

on both her sides, she’s gorgeous

she’s sexually appealing, 

she’s danger’s mystique

the girl next door in my fresno backyard

she calls me in wilderness intrigue,

“c’mon over here, just a little closer”

with a sinister pull of sensuality, arousing, 

she stands high towered, naked and raw 

her designated secluded space in time

she lies, a scaled version of Mount Everest’s

halfway across the world for you and me

if you dare the risk for a crazy careless plunge, 

an instant acceleration’s drop 

to sudden euphoric death

in nature’s den, fully lit and witnessed by 

a glaring sun of high altitude ecstasy

“get yourself together, she’s a maneater”

an inner voice cautions me

“beauty beguiles, a slight slip of enraptured mind’s flight

and you will fall into her arms”

a trance like euphoria descends and prevails

i vaguely recall

the mountain peak killer’s kinetic energy’s draws

me nonetheless to this highest top 

of this part of the world’s spring loaded 

potential plummet 

a personal carnal wreckage prospect

a bursting, cracking, spurting

blood pumping, vein tearing 

ripping flesh and fracturing bones . . .

“be care . . . fu .  .  . ll!”

A Scream, . . . 

Not mine

through clenched teeth . . . “noooooo!”

i know such a one, her victim

my friend

he who broke every rib except one

he broke a clavicle, and one side of his pelvis 

a crushing fall, his descent 

she foiled his return from her 14,000 foot crown

her saw’s tooth summit,

her jagged rocks did their harm

then feigned a phony benevolence, 

her futile stab of covert mercy stinted 

ruggedly stopped my friend’s unconscious flesh

from further fall by yet another brutal hindrance -

she abruptly stopped his careening fall

and cradled him close to brink of death,

his would be corpse

kept alive for her pleasure, 

like cat and mouse

on her hard mineral skin, so cold 

sawtooth lapped thirstily

my fallen friend’s bright red splotches

she proudly sported, wore his speckles

his precious living human blood

she savored the sprayed foam of his punctured lungs 

those  gurgled bubbles, white, wet shiny

on her mineral tongues

in the glaring sun

my moans of agony muffled 

which she sawtooth sent

via her cruel condescending condolences

i still hear echoing 

her reverberations of a rock’s heartless mockery

amidst frantic satellite phone’s pleas’

calls of distress, mercy calls for human’s aide

deliverance from sawtooth’s harm

until helicopter help arrived 

sawtooth sierra nevada peak

she’s appropriately named

her teeth are sharp; 

she’s widow maker’s peak 

of the sierra nevada’s spine

a razor’s edge climb

her prize is in reaching the top;

her summit point

the rub is a friend’s descent fall

shattered bones and a 3 month coma

Joshua tree

they call you

prehistoric origins

your race

some ten centuries aged

your shaggy heads

atop arms scaly skin

--------

humbly

in face of

desert winter

onslaught winds

chilling freezing cold

you endure

snow drifts ominous

pelting hail

---------

multi headed tufted crowns

your shaggy heads

i trudge far from you

toward you

this starlit night,

eyes wide

your backdrop

midnight moon full

ultraviolet neon

pinkish purple horizon floor

swimming star’s lights

you sway at each of my trudging

steps

like standing on a ship deck

docked near ocean’s swaling tides

you move

left and right

with each my approaching steps

----------

with upraised arms

you welcome meteoritic

streaks

and beckon my approach

trustingly

No, i will not hack at you

and tower your magnificent

form

like early settlers did

for your trunks to build and burn

fences, steam engines

many of your race now gone

----------

moonlight

dimly smudges

ribbons of your hair

my walking dance with you

delivers me right up to

your mysterious shaggy trunk

i hear your benevolent

low

groan,

“welcome”

Your smell is rustic

kangaroo rat

rustling sound inside

your thousand year

warm

inner haven frame

-------

Your groans speak of those

who walked

rode wagons past

140 earth years ago

buzzards, owls who left

stains of excrement,

dried vermin entrails

mammal catches upon

your ancient crowns

-------

place my hand upon

your chest

i hear you speak of

native ancient humans

8 decades ago

light fires near your feet

and speak their native tongues

-------

your murmurs mix,

swirl in my mind

i see children waking

craggy mountain morning

light’s dawn chill

laughing throwing stones

at your friends in games

------

through cold and numb of winter’s

grip

through heat and swoon of summer

sun’s scorch

you stand silent

iconic

monument of an ancient earth

Ponderous tall redwood tree

How does water get up

Your 300 foot height?

Your bark so red and smooth

I would like to sleep at your very top

And see 360 degrees panoramically

Nestled in your soft redwood needles

High

I would dream of when you sprouted

From a cone seed years

Before

Christ walked the earth

A tiny seed

Grew so majestically

I would wish to hear you

Speak and tell me

What you saw when men

Came in droves

And wagons

With sharp toothed steel saws

To cut your family members down

I would feel your tears

And your sorrowful heart

As you stood defenseless

Your loved ones headless

Only stumps remaining

Withstanding time

As silent testimony of man’s

Pillage

All for your beautiful redwood

Flesh

And now pollution

And drought threaten you

I hope and pray you survive

Extinction threats

And live for all posterity

Of mankind to see

Your amazing splendor

Stand so tall

Defying gravity

Earthquake and winds

No other tree upon this earth

Stands so tall and wide

At girth

How dare a man cut you down

And not regret conviction’s frown

she rages as I write this piece of script

low frequency,

deep, moving sounds

in darkness outside

this bungalow

icey, sliding sounds slip

beneath her groans

like a spurned woman

washing, cycling,

in my mind’s eye

violent swirling

tidal crashing,

while darkness gives her cover

sand buffers her crashing sound

breakers slam like clockwork

against the reef breakers

angry and defying man to tame her

she rages

the wind assists her in sporadic bursts

of gale force

punching the walls and roof of my frail cocoon

making it shudder along with my heart

splintering my nerves like the wooden hull

of a beached ship I saw

wrecked on the beach early today

I hear the distress of a fog horn

how can birds fly in this storm?

the sharp cries of seagulls

pierce the low frequency

sounds of the sea

devoid of bioradar

such as bats possess,

they fly in darkness

’cept for the phosphoric glow

of tiny bioluminescent creatures’

light

of white foam caps

of her waves,

there is no moon,

or light

maybe the wind has taken them

and they cannot land

maybe they are searching for light

on shore

i have empathy for this

scavenging bird

may it not slam against the cliffs

a broken mast I saw early today

lying a half mile from the beached ship

forced me to think of

my own spine’s herniated disc

a floating cripple,

in a jagged cove

of inland basaltic rock,

waterlogged,

strangled by sea kelp

now it is midnight

i hear the sizzling of foam

and sand under pressure

sifted by bully waves

crashing and

slapping, having a row

against their own kind

i hear their high level decibel pitch

like the belly flop of the sperm whale

that flattened Ahab’s harpoon boat

and his own bully crew

this bungalow has survived many a storm

i surmise

let it have its tantrum

i will have my rest

i will let the sea have its way

let its sounds lull me to sleep

and in the morning when it is calm

i will resume my hunt for her artifacts

Ponderous tall redwood tree

How does water get up

Your 300 foot height?

Your bark so red and smooth

I would like to sleep at your very top

And see 360 degrees panoramically

Nestled in your soft redwood needles

High

I would dream of when you sprouted

From a cone seed years

Before

Christ walked the earth

A tiny seed

Grew so majestically

I would wish to hear you

Speak and tell me

What you saw when men

Came in droves

And wagons

With sharp toothed steel saws

To cut your family members down

I would feel your tears

And your sorrowful heart

As you stood defenseless

Your loved ones headless

Only stumps remaining

Withstanding time

As silent testimony of man's

Pillage

All for your beautiful redwood

Flesh

And now pollution

And drought threaten you

I hope and pray you survive

Extinction threats

And live for all posterity

Of mankind to see

Your amazing splendor

Stand so tall

Defying gravity

Earthquake and winds

No other tree upon this earth

Stands so tall and wide

At girth

How dare a man cut you down

And not regret conviction's frown