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Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Clouds Stay My Soul
arches portals and gates
the cloud
in·cho·ate
as I dream
of
stay at home Mom
hot chocolate in
I'll make breakfast-in-bed
all day
overhead
wires
abuzz with on-demand
clouds
doing very odd things
showing me
what is happening in the heavens
and that totally amazes me
swirly-whirly spirally
Mommy cloud sleeps with billowy white nightie on
as a happy baby light being energy eagerly
born to levitate
punch drunk happiness
hard to contain myself
I want to float up to them and hug them
as I tend to do as I feel-see this
wonderful sight
oh how I miss them
together
they are happily
reunited
in freedom's billowing breezes
above my floating dream
so glad they showed up today
won't disturb this playful and joyful moment
this rare intimacy
between mother and newborn son
between this family of lighter-than-air clouds
watery things
the medium
sees the elemental truths
why not cry?
you are scrying across the sky
anyway
I send you my love
knowing that
very soon
dancing
I'll be dancing the light
across the sky with you one day
but today
only seems like another day
you are here now
comforting brokenness
remember who I am
and is where you are
that's
where I want to be
where you are
clouds above my head
clouds within my heart
clouds stay my soul
chiccoreal
Everything is Half and Half
EVERYTHING
IS HALF AND HALF
WE YING YANG
WE BIG BANG
WE HALF MOON
WE OFTEN SWOON
WE CLOUD
WE SKY
WE LIVE
WE DIE
chiccoreal
Monday, March 18, 2013
My Man's Moustache
the universe converges
on black cats
snowflakes
and
the road I am on
the universe folds
us into the night
to dream of the morning's
toasted cinnamon Danish
pastry and a double double
no toil no trouble
coffee
at our five and dime
last call teatime
it's closing time
the sun has set
put the baby to bed
heavy weights on eyelid covers
makes the dreamstate
a sure thing
a date with destiny
but just one last look at the day left
behind by minutes not hours
as slowly slip these bonds
and old bygones homeward bound
it's time to take
a peek-a-boo
a looky-see
can my eyes absorb anymore?
it is at this sunset sweep
the sandman cometh
and
in this dream to be
not much different than the waking kind
maybe much more emphatically emphasized
on the coastal roads
we know so well
lets
call it a night
be done
we're done in
we're all spent
from the star beams enchanting entrance
to the ceiling wax
curling fitfully
beside me
my head slightly
odd-angle
my neck stiffened with the window's cold breeze
my man's mustache seems to be
real or is it plasticine?
and so it is
a quick adieu
a peck
a hug
a remember when
as it is on this very same road we've been on
in this night's endless spiral succession
we crown the royals new world universe
so see
that the universe
unfolds
and
enfolds
as it should?
for
ever more
and under
these conditions
we nap
hibernate when we feel
so vulnerable to any future
in the return of The Ice Age
credits roll
your role is primo
and in these wifi worlds
in scifi
on the high fidelity
give a high five
light the way fibre optic unicorn
dolphins rescue the dogged dauphin
ours is so onerous a task
that I forgot
to bring a flask
and a carry on
lush green dreams
of enormous proportion
a lushness, a undisputable
loving energy
salutes us
takes us aside
debriefs us
in the sway
canopy of serrated palms
we rock in the floating chair
soon to breeze by
get some shut-eye
shhh huh?
its always been us
so I've been told
Chiccoreal
EYE in the SKY
eye in the sky
never more than this
it is what it is
feels inner outer
than outer inner
until the place is met
in the middle
no more watcher
no more watching
being sphere without the mirror
Chiccoreal
STARMAN
STARMAN
TOUCHED EARTH
TORCH LIT HEART
SENTIMENTALLY
DITCHED ME
FROZE ME OUT
DEEP SIXED ME
HE KNEW ME
Chiccoreal
Icabod Crane
ICABOD CRANE
as was his tardy habit
arriving fashionably late
to the Social Soiree
he ventured upon the Hollow
on Midnight his stellar steed
in the Sleepy time of twilight
when pixie dust powders the last light of dusk
all gussied up in his finest attire
Icabod unawares
lost his head
Midnight took a gallop
Icabod's head took a wallop
ended up in the drink
by the Bay
guess who discovered it today?
Chiccoreal
No Is Not In My Vocabulary
when no is the final answer
no need to worry
when no is the final answer
there's no need to sing
in a choir that cannot feel
good vibrations from you
that only wants
a goat with which to scrap
No
Is Not In My Vocabulary
When No
Is the only word left
these images talk
all movement stills my heart
in the beginning
frozen layers upon layers
discovering hidden meaning
in dreams and rocks that talk
directly to soul
telling you
you've been here
before
and it bares repeating
in endless ways
of little bits
in little glitches
in squinting
images
these images
talk
chiccoreal
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Cockatoos Warm the Cockles of My Heart
Warm the Cockatoos Cockles of My Heart
Seated on a branch
Cockatoos flock
and stay close together
no matter the weather
especially when it is colder
We can learn from birds
What are the "cockles of your heart" and why do they need warming?
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John Frith, Paddington
The cockles of the heart are its ventricles, named by some in Latin as "cochleae cordis", from "cochlea" (snail), alluding to their shape. The saying means to warm and gratify one's deepest feelings.
Patricia McPhee, Booker Bay
A Celestial Doorway
A Celestial Doorway
This Morning's Sun
Breaks the Light of Day
All has split in two ad infinitum
Duality has knocked long enough
to Find A Celestial Doorway
Buzzing Bees turn to Hummingbirds' wings
to find the cool
Midheaven's Unity
Energy Body to Light Body
Align all parts per trillion to One
Once More
Happy St Patrick's Day
Chiccoreal
Waking Into Awareness
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Madame de Recamier Reclaimed
In the place
where I found Madame Recamier
pensive and passive
inclined to be reclined
rest and relaxation
joy unending
now reclaimed by yet another
our primo paramour
so she dips lower than her lover, don Juan
on the horizon
deep is her sleep
couched in my comfortable LOVE
these long arms long to hold you
hear your voice
to feel your touch upon my hand again~
pour Maman
Chiccorealhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_6Qu15k24SA&list=PL168A8321405E29F9&index=2
Appearing Geosynchronous
kitty cats
echo
the frosty snow
on the brook by the Bay
an image forms
stretching white cat
stalking us
in another time and space
appearing newly Geosynchronous
seemingly oblivious to our world
as we are to theirs
Chiccoreal
Apostrophe's Tree
Apostrophe's Tree
Apostrophe's Tree is Apostasy
As Ecstasy's Elasticity
Finds apocryphal's apostles
Super Direct Emphases in Ephesus' spaces
glockenspiels' spell xylophone's phone
tree trunks tremendousness intensity
traces of trances after midnight dances
saplings, groundlings, roots and things
Chiccoreal
Wholly Entwined is Time
To a common core
a place where we were before
remembering all the tenacious tentacles
the fibre of our being
roots and wings
and dreams
of flying machines
Tempus Fugit
Chiccoreal
The Sky Over EKARENNIONDI
The Sky Over Ekarenniondi
Open Up Sky
Chilam Bilam
Open Up Heart
Chilam Bilam
Open Up and Awaken
to LOVE
Chilam Bilam
All Fly Free and
Flow in the Now
Chiccoreal
The Sun Stays True
The Sun Stays True
True than me
truer than you
the sun stays true
and through it all
through thick and thin
we begin
to realize
who we are
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