slow beauty

let me
dream a little
let me have this
slow beauty
that brought me to you

She

baby monika with her mom in 1970 or '71

She touched me
with black gloved blues
and sent me into a deep spin
with her voice
She gave me one of my own
and my soul roared

* I wrote that for my mother when I lived in Germany and sent it to her, hand written on a piece of scrap paper that she still keeps in her wallet to this day. The thought of that breaks my heart because a few weeks ago my sister showed me the self-portrait her son made for her. It was a semi-circle of paper with a brown nose blue eyes red eyebrows and a smile...HAHA. She keeps it in her wallet. Mothers are strange an interesting creatures. *

SHINE

No truer words for me today!

Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,
You legend, you martyr, and shine!

-Pink Floyd

More About the Book

Hello Fam!
I finally recieved shippment of my book! I am very proud to say that I am a Self-Published Poet. If you want a copy...it's 10$USD and I'll even sign it!
OH!
And yes, there will be a book party. The information for that is forthcoming in the next few days.
Rock out with your socks out!

a poem from a beautiful boy that i used to know

I am in the process of creating a web presence for myself and I came across a page that I'd created years ago and in the page I found a poem by this guy that...well, this guy. It was the first ever poem written about me...and yes that is him in the photo above. taken when we were both children,

she loves jah
and she claims to love me
she is more distant than the stars
but closest to her soul in reality
he gives her gifts everyday
from magnificent fall leaves
to winds that cause trees to sway
in metaphor
in a poem
she'd be a tree
with roots strong
trunk & branches wide
she hears the songbirds' song
in fall you witness her pride
and all she needs she knows god will provide
someone to lie under her gentle boughs
is what will add to her easy smile'

i want only this...

Can I get up in the morning
Put the kettle on
Make us some coffee, say "hey" to the sun...
Is it enough to write a song and sing it to the birds?
They'd hear just the tune
Not understand my love for words
But you would hear me and know...
-"Simple Life", The Weepies

uninspired

since i sent my book to the printer i have not been feeling like writing ANYthing. i've been more inclined to play around on the computer or watch tv.
still i look down at the gally of the book and see a mitake in the author's bio! what a bubble head! this is why you need 40 pairs of eyes on itin the editing process...

when the shove
comes to a push
the world slows and
i can see
the lie
just as plain as
the broken heart
you wear like a
war metal
on your skin