I Have a Blue Blanket

I have a blue blanket I remember it from my childhood, It goes with me in a bag In the trunk of my car And whenever I cant take The shit of this world I lay it down In the park Or on the river bank Or in the field at night After a wedding …

View From The Cliffs

View From The Cliffs I climb the cold mountain by A steep path through the rocks, To my little cabin in The place where the clouds are born. I halt my cart and look out Over the forest of maples In the sunset. The frosted Leaves are more brilliant than Any flowers of spring .......... …

More Bones Than Beliefs

You don't have a single belief in your body More bones than beliefs More teeth than meaningful words to say. More body than soul More minutes than moments More quantities than qualities More distractions than desires. .......... sometimes i feel like im dying...

Like Basho In The Rain

I'm alot like that ancient man, Job. Except that I am in no way righteous, And I know nothing of suffering as he did. But I do yell at the heavens In futility Like Basho in the rain. Why does evil prosper While goodness diminishes every day? "Who are you," God answers back, "to question …

The Mountains

Winding roads Plowed fields Lush green grass Happy cows Full streams And old houses sparsely littering the hills. I watch a young mountain boy Walking home with his fishing rod Big smile on his face. I can tell that he knows Life is deeply good, And I hope he remembers it.

Long Drive Home

Long drive home Lost in the mountains Everyone in the car is irritable But I don't mind. I wish they'd drop me off On the side of the road So I could watch the rain Coming in over the smokey hills

I Came To The Ocean

I came to the ocean to get away But she burns my skin and burns my eyes. I came to her to get some rest, But I find that I am restless. I find my mind wandering to my woods - Wandering back to the cool waters of my river. The ocean waves whisper in …

The Prophet and The Wilderness

I watch the people as they pass by my island Not one stops to look out on the water, Not one puts even a foot in, And that's all fine and well, But I wonder quite distantly, What meaning do they find in life? ......... When I am alone in the woods, I am not …

Sunday Waters

On a Sunday by the water Only the crickets make sound And only the dragonflies know I'm here. I go through my phone And I realize there's no one there But I have my books And I have my rock By the old rotten tree And I have a thousand songs Memorized in my head, …