Monday, December 22, 2014

Return

Some days go on forever;
the beach and its glassy water,
horseshoes and beer,
laughter and the people I love -
These days never end.
They echo,
bouncing around my heart;
gone a moment, suddenly returning.
Sometimes the fading sound
hits a new memory
somebody who knew them; knew those days
or deja vu
and reamplifies
followed by tears
of a deepening gratitude
as the answers
to the questions I live
continue to return.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Meg Hutchinson - Gatekeeper

I love this song. In the video she tells the story of it...

http://youtu.be/nxLmG-SNZ-A

How are you feelin'? What are your plans for tomorrow? Will you let me make some?...

Sunday, December 14, 2014

On Stealing

If a woman
steals my heart,
she'll find it
totally beat
and unlocked.

It might shake,
at first.

The worried seams,
though repeatedly
reinforced,
have pulled apart;
the contents
visible.

"What's that noise?",
she'll ask herself.
She may wonder
a while
about the music
before realizing.
Oh.

She might say,
"Beautiful,
yet quite
heavy. (At times?)"
Or: "Confounded!"

Looking closer
she may be
disappointed
by missing parts.
She might check
the box,
read the instructions
or call.

Later:
The scratches
she hadn't noticed
at first
and so much
broken
by carelessness
of the previous
owner.

-Daniel

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Fighting

These days
fits of attraction
aren't welcome.

deep scars;
a knife-fight history
begin throbbing

this heart
makes a fucking mess
with its feelings

beauty
never takes its time
it just shows up

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Awakening

I rose early.
Final "good night"
of my yesterday
becoming
today's first thought.
My heart knows
this place:
The home
that left me.
Good nights
good mornings
good hugs -
A mythology
of broken trust.
But here,
an unexpected shard
breaks through.
In this fourth hour
these Icarian wings
remember:
Good.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Anticipation

Don't rush past.

You were made to hold it; all of it.

That sturdy cup of yours

was meant to bubble to a perfect head

before lips bend froth forever.

Are you in this moment?

Can you bear to wait

as the what or whom of your desire

fills with want of you?

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Clouds

Clouds move
quite quickly
escaping East
beyond the reach
of downtown towers

Why flee?
I ask them.
Cloud impulses
without answers
reflecting my own.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Andrea - River

My friend Andrea singing Joni Mitchell's River... I LOVE it when my friends share like this!
http://youtu.be/a27y0UI1olE

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Decision

Shitty days.
Fuck.
When they come
(and they do)
I shut the door,
bolt it,
blinds shut,
lights off -
then: Decide
if I'm home.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Ambivalence

There are some
for whom
being known means:
Gripping the 9th story rail
caught between flames
and those of us
who wait for them
below.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Highway Love Song

I've been working on this song for banjo the past few weeks, my first on banjo. I was so nervous...and my iPhone ran out of space 2/3 of the way through. Of course.

YouTube: Highway Love Song

I had a lovely home in, the heart of the city
I was happy all alone
I met a gorgeous girl who, she stole my heart and
I couldn't let her go

I'd never seen the flowers, ever bloom 'till
I was in love with you
The highway loved to take us, wherever love would find us
In each other's arms

But I took too long to let you know, I'm in love with you
All those lonely roads we travelled, and still our love endured

When we were drivin', the wind would take us
down long, desert roads
What I long to tell you, I want to drive forever
keeping time with you

This might sound crazy, I can feel her with me
when I'm driving down this road
We had the top down raining, through the world|storm together
the best love I've ever known

Monday, December 1, 2014

December Parking

Leaving behind
gray walls and conference calls
I find my way
to the park

I found this park
as I find all parks:
In the continuation
of non-coincidental encounters

My heart walks straight to them
regardless
of where I might be;
my sixth sense

So I return
almost daily
today being cold
and sunny

I stop
as is my ritual
to admire the gnarly tree
just inside the entrance

Her leaves
gone now,
her branches giving way
to blue sky

Up the path, I pause to warm my face

Here the wet tree limbs
crisscross
glistening like spiders webs
in the sun

I hear the drippings
of two-day-old-snow
releasing
from the trees

saying their goodbyes
As I also must now do.

-Daniel

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Looking out the plane window flying from Cusco to Lima

The clouds lay in the mountain valleys like a glacier. The snowy peaks rise above them as if to show off "the real thing." The plane does a surprisingly sharp 180 while I wonder if our altitude is sufficient. Of course, nobody gave me a parachute by which to abandon this plane mid-air. But I find one and jump, feeling the cold wind amidst a now silent beauty as the plane speeds off on its own. I am filled with with anticipation of where I will land alongside the high probability that I will die upon landing within a day of landing by freezing to death. But I am not anxious. This moment is for me. Whatever comes next beyond this breathtaking freezing beauty will be there when I arrive. For now, I see the beautiful clouds and mountains through tears, as much from cold as from wonder. Even here, amidst a very real pain and discomfort, I am in love with the life that is here for me.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Rent

Rent
by wind
without oxygen -
and my heart,
a vacant sky
opened wide
by possibility.
Home
that once held:
blown away.
It's pricey,
this freedom.
Blowing through
leaves
and branches,
colorful
and dead;
Beautiful, lonesome,
chilling and hopeful
the chasm
longs
to be filled
and longs
to be.