Thursday, March 21, 2013

Today's Ride to the Mountain














Wednesday, March 20, 2013

today's clouds

todays clouds
tomorrow's dreams


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


HOW

HOW


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?

 
One of the meanings of "cockle" is the chamber of a kiln: in reference to the heart, it refers to the chambers, of which there are four (two atria and two ventricles). The heart has always been associated with emotions, especially love, excitement and fear, probably because when we feel a strong emotion we feel our heart thumping and beating faster. So when something "warms the cockles of our heart", it is a reference to something pleasant that makes our heart beat faster and makes us feel good. It is probably also the origin of the saying that something gives us that "warm and fuzzy feeling".
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