Thyhs is by my friend Ethan. Enjoii! The "J" Theory, Music Theory, is an invention, reinvention? per se, of whaht ii cahl the J theory. I am a teacher of the Art's, such as, Music Theory, Guitar Method(Novice-Advanced), also Axe Jedi StyleZ(Mii)Jviia47. I thynk theesyz poems could be turnt, RemixRockt, M.M.R.S., LTL(listentolead) & Rock the World, all of which are important too, me. Theehs are all my "companies"?, more liike "movements, my skillz, my workz, ME:). I'm just being honest, that's 1 of my most important belief's, valuez, etc. I hope you liike tha pohehms, their are V. Plz contact me, for anything, help, teaching, knowledge(from my leader's, ForeFather's, per se). I also am a Trainor, for ppl with chronic pain, all areas of the body, natural & specifically, my own regiment(inventions(ASKMEABOUTTHEM:)). I'm currently a "free" agent, I'm excepting invitations, job offers, charity work, non-profit(1's that pertain to me, 2BSpecific) & if you have any questions, contact me at 727, i dont feel safe giving my # out, i thynk you can relate to that too. Ty! just 4 taking the tyme 2 read , these poems! & my bit xsessive blah blah blah. ilovemusic! ilovelife! ilovepplwhorkindserenegentlelovingcaringhonest, but we all make mistakes, & we hopefully learn from them. I'm grateful just for , today. I have been very humbled in the past 4 month's, change is happening right now. I can't wait for my "journey" 2 start, again, lol. Vakker! Senska Arua, Aloha!
Thyhs is by my friend Ethan. Enjoii! The "J" Theory, Music Theory, is an invention, reinvention? per se, of whaht ii cahl the J theory. I am a teacher of the Art's, such as, Music Theory, Guitar Method(Novice-Advanced), also Axe Jedi StyleZ(Mii)Jviia47. I thynk theesyz poems could be turnt, RemixRockt, M.M.R.S., LTL(listentolead) & Rock the World, all of which are important too, me. Theehs are all my "companies"?, more liike "movements, my skillz, my workz, ME:). I'm just being honest, that's 1 of my most important belief's, valuez, etc. I hope you liike tha pohehms, their are V. Plz contact me, for anything, help, teaching, knowledge(from my leader's, ForeFather's, per se). I also am a Trainor, for ppl with chronic pain, all areas of the body, natural & specifically, my own regiment(inventions(ASKMEABOUTTHEM:)). I'm currently a "free" agent, I'm excepting invitations, job offers, charity work, non-profit(1's that pertain to me, 2BSpecific) & if you have any questions, contact me at 727, i dont feel safe giving my # out, i thynk you can relate to that too. Ty! just 4 taking the tyme 2 read , these poems! & my bit xsessive blah blah blah. ilovemusic! ilovelife! ilovepplwhorkindserenegentlelovingcaringhonest, but we all make mistakes, & we hopefully learn from them. I'm grateful just for , today. I have been very humbled in the past 4 month's, change is happening right now. I can't wait for my "journey" 2 start, again, lol. Vakker! Senska Arua, Aloha!
Thyhs is by my friend Ethan. Enjoii! The "J" Theory, Music Theory, is an invention, reinvention? per se, of whaht ii cahl the J theory. I am a teacher of the Art's, such as, Music Theory, Guitar Method(Novice-Advanced), also Axe Jedi StyleZ(Mii)Jviia47. I thynk theesyz poems could be turnt, RemixRockt, M.M.R.S., LTL(listentolead) & Rock the World, all of which are important too, me. Theehs are all my "companies"?, more liike "movements, my skillz, my workz, ME:). I'm just being honest, that's 1 of my most important belief's, valuez, etc. I hope you liike tha pohehms, their are V. Plz contact me, for anything, help, teaching, knowledge(from my leader's, ForeFather's, per se). I also am a Trainor, for ppl with chronic pain, all areas of the body, natural & specifically, my own regiment(inventions(ASKMEABOUTTHEM:)). I'm currently a "free" agent, I'm excepting invitations, job offers, charity work, non-profit(1's that pertain to me, 2BSpecific) & if you have any questions, contact me at 727, i dont feel safe giving my # out, i thynk you can relate to that too. Ty! just 4 taking the tyme 2 read , these poems! & my bit xsessive blah blah blah. ilovemusic! ilovelife! ilovepplwhorkindserenegentlelovingcaringhonest, but we all make mistakes, & we hopefully learn from them. I'm grateful just for , today. I have been very humbled in the past 4 month's, change is happening right now. I can't wait for my "journey" 2 start, again, lol. Vakker! Senska Arua, Aloha!
gilded and blessed with the right spells the alligator swims in the air near the ceiling of my room. I know it should be a crocodile, but here in Florida, Sobek deputizes the gator.
Sometimes he needs a breath
so he swims down through the water above me to breathe my air I dont mind sharing.
He opens his jaws so wide
that he splits in half across his smile, down the side, right to the tip of his tail.
The man that steps from the knobby skin
is beautifulI cant describebut some of you are nodding, you knowand some of you are turning the page for something more to your liking.
He has brought a salve
made from the occult beauty extracted from things accorded ugly by those who can discern such things. He anoints my eyes and dresses again and swims off through the ceiling.
Sometimes I try to tell you
about all these beautiful things you've passed over. Some of you dont believe me and some of you already know.
This is why I cant tell the ugly
from the lovely. And trying to be just and not place a beautiful thing where it ought not be placed in those series of chests I keep in my mind to sort out whats what, I use only one chest for it all. A Glass of Water
When I drink cold water
and it passes through my mouth and down my throat swallow after swallow stretching my pharynx, I like to think someone might watch and call it graceful.
Though I know we drink differently,
I like to imagine my neck long like a herons or corded with power like a beast of prey. I try to drink with joy instead of need.
I imagine the rain quickening
the dry placestheir verdure only lying in wait.
If when I open my mouth
wildflowers don't come out or a flock of ibises from the watering hole, maybe at least, something worth saying. Being Flame
you know how when your arms catch on fire
like tattoo sleeves fire ornamental carp fire tribal lines fire snakes fire names and dates of the birth and death of loved ones fire spider webs on your elbows
and when you lift your hand from the table
and the shape of your palm and fingers burn there for awhile in different colors according to your whimsy and you do the same to a coffee cup and the wall where you lean and when you hug someone there is that handprint of fire over their heart that surges with breath and intensifies with heartbeat
then I smile at the holiness
its beauty and power manifest in your flaming hands, burning with ease
you teach me humility
when my arms burn and I leave handprints and I burn with beauty and hoping for a smile from any of you you act as if there is nothing there you pass by and do not even glance and I praise the gift of teachers Invitation
What of the sight of the red dragonfly,
the orange earth, the yellow blossom invaders in the land by the highway, subdivision kingdom, target, target, target. I hang a red cord from my window.
I wish my face would show
the work of my soul to reach beyond the tin life. No shine anywhere. (Can you call it life when its flavor is all death?)
They see something in my face though
their light blue eyes (all colors are light blue) say fear fear fear, and from one (bless her) pity.
When you see my face can you join me
in the invading beauty, the red dragonfly even here? When I was the Grasshopper Child
The small ones were abundant
clinging their fresh green after tiny leaps to the fresh green of barley or winter wheat or new shocks of cornthe fields crop this year, or to the refugees of another season, sprung up where farmers field met yard.
They caught easily by me or by robins
who held them, legs kicking futilely while the John the Baptist bird kept a pensive pause and swallowed.
The middle sized ones were a harder catch
and so a better hunt for me. I marveled at the mighty kick of toothpick hydraulic legs.
Sometimes I was too forceful in my grasp
and a droplet of green-black ichor bloomed at the mandibles. I questioned if the mercy was to release or to execute.
From time to time Id find one
impaled on hawthorn spine or the sharp twist of barbed wire, The cruel shrike, kin to me, hunts for sport and impales its quarry, abandoning it to hang not even speared for food, just for the joy of the kill.
The largest ones turn brown in august
and when they leap, their wings open like clattering fans the wheat is gold by now too and the hopper, the cutter that great soldier of God having survived robin and shrike and boy devours his just reward.