A Poets Musings

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Sunday, December 12, 2010 Poets Musings
I worked at a museum for two years upon arrival to Asheville town. I was intrigued at how magically the enviroment changed everyone who entered the building. I saw a spark go off, an electric waking in their eyes that shone wide in wonder like a child. I tried to remember that idea of experiencing everything new for the first time. This sense of awe, of wonder is breathetaking and so under used in our culture of speed and merits. I firmly believe that we all are poets. Do not skip the everyday beauty that reflection of our enviroment brings. We live in a world of color, of miracles, and hardships. Do them justice and experience reality with full breadth, sensitivity, and wonder.

Here is a couple of poems I have written over the recent past. More to come.
Enjoy. Critic. Question. and Discuss at will.

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Sunshine Living

Splattered paint on clothes from creative ventures, "the sound of sunshine coming down," kids dance in the park in water, a great growing arch of their youth stretching, stretching their legs, the slow moving spill of time as we all slowly wither to our original state; mother's hearts joy and endure endearing sorrow, hearts grow large, a glow of yellow warmth meets skin and radiates into palms-kindness grows from them and meets shoulders-are kissed, faces glow, carrying a bag of veg, a brisk walk full of tattered embroidered mute colored clothes on multi-colored peoples. Beautiful Sunshine Living.


-"Sound for Sunshine", Michael Franti 2010


the nameless holy
my deepest thoughts,
my deepest heart,
yellow gold, silver trust,
through the depths
and seeping forward
my Love, my Love
how have we gotten here?
your hand, your hand has
guided me through the darkness
and shone me stars
i am now blooming
yellow, a glow of light, and purfume
of orchids
i am sunshine,
i am a butterfly flower,
My heart is bound by experience
that has taught me restraint
to my wild whimsy heart
and tenderly embraced a new statue of reason to my reality
you have guided me here
with hope
and though i was afraid
I have entered in through heavy velvet curtains,
and my feet touched again to sacred mossy earth,
the ground is strong, and I stand tall in it
without shame
a whisper, a cape shrouded my song a voice to the faces I greet,
the ones only i can touch, only eye
in the one world we meet,
i sink beneath this weight
but it is no burden
again my feet are grounded
i am strong
a whisper of joy
of ecstasy
from my center flows
and i dance beneathe its waves
and i dance
and i stand
and i move toward
the nameless holy
where you are taking me
my arm lifted to yours,
my lips kissed with your sweetness
all is gold
all is truth in your hands
in your bosom
on into the light
all is yellow


our lady ocean

Our lady ocean
thank you for your tender kisses
and rush of Love
it has stained and changed
my skin and clothes, making room for
new skin to grow-as if giving me a chance for a new life-
a new look at life,
a new day,
you give me treasures if i sneak below your dress-
but you're a fickle lover whom I respect
and you rush me back
if i become too greedy

your colors are lovely
and they change with your moody nature
you listen only to the call of the moon,
as she hears the echo of the stars and moves to be heard
thank you for uncovering your secrets
that i could take these peaceful wonders
home to marvel at your greatness,
thank you for letting me stare you in the face
even as you undress.