Doller bill dance

while no matter of trails untouched,
and a breeze that holds a secret I yearned to know
still the currency of this systematic world
owns a space in me
one that occupies me in debt.
I can not and, though I wish to
Compare happiness beyond that state of value
and I do know universally speaking, there is more.
However, the reality of my realism sets its motion forward.
I want to have enough symbols of fortune
To provide a freedom of physical nature
that in turn will ultimately provide more space
for me that is, to ultimately be free.
And so my intention is set, really it is.
I want to be wealthy with gold
Not because I need it to be happy,
Only because the pressure is what it is,
and the system will not budge in my lifetime.
So I know it is a helpful tool, sad but true
To shape my driving love
And knock down the fake walls
That blind me more, then real walls could.

While I still wonder.

It has been awhile.
It has been my captivation, my inner struggle, my lonliness in this new city. My over doing it attitude, my nervous focused two tracked mind.
It is still the sweet music playing, the effortless happenings making it feel right.
There are also the sadness of the lost love
A minor insult to the character I try to be.
Foggy mornings I do not wake well, ever
Hard hitting dreams, and nights of anxiety that I cover with the memory of heavenly dance.
It is the chance I take, my hurt head, and exhausted efforts to make friends.
This is a new city. I am trying to adjust.
I am trying to balance this seemingly draining effort to connect with my past.
Where will it end.
Where does it begin. Wolf heads, and long morning nights.
A dreamers dance.
Time for another round.

SF possibilities

watch the better man get away with the dames.....
all instant and material... I think, I wish I knew
Dont want to hear the small talk....
enough with it
Forget them, him, her, and her.... The most beautiful dam is there,
now, yes
no more for the beep of ovens set.
All encountering an starving reality... no better city to be fresh.
his story, any hero story is full of self love.
I want that
I need that
Forgiveness first, trials ahead. blind the unknowing massive
With developing insecurity and insight in my head

I hear the bay.

Where rain goes away, in that clearing the gentle flush
Lighted dirty streets still seem better behaved,
This tea this lullaby indie vocal soothes the mystery of a day.
Locals are fine, here I am and here I am
No more worries, a day to hustle, to grind, to get it done.
What it is it? It is effort, to get effort done.
Write, smile, connect and love.
What might become of this if It falls loosely through shivering hands?
What would my mom say?
Turns out I have never done anything like this, and that is grand
Going for it.
Going in for the kill
The submission
A dialect
A poem, poems, words, all for you, all for me.
Why not?
I suppose More people have my back then I realize.
Game on, Let's roll, tides pulling,
Water is calling.

Dreaming on a San Francisco floor.

A dance thirst
Burning man themed grassy bubble
Spinning with head twisting
Sulking in the fireflies flickering in an early evening
The rotation of angles I did now could be spun.
That it was, and I became immersed in the movement.
And then I moved, so much it was as to float
The way I have been drifting in and out of micro climate, micro neighborhoods
There I landed, next to large creature with its tongue laying out of the side of its mouth.
"May I pet your dog?" A term often muttered in my waking life.
"She is a bit timid" a dream character spoke, but then there were the big dumb eyes of the beast.
I awoke before I could react.
And without any notion of waking, I spoke aloud what had just happened.
Noting, if was truly beautiful.

I fell to closed eyes again, watching a country festival come to place.
There was a competition I was partaking in.
Syntonic.
Recognizable was the depleted amusemnet park I had never visited.
My new friends, and dream lover I had never met.
We opted for a horse carriage ride of the thin mountain.
It was steep, so daringly steep I experienced a dream anxiety.
Curious and consious I held tight, wondering if this horse could hold the tight land.
We scuttled up towards the peak..... and that is when it happened.
I was on a horseback, a horseback mountain.
And without any understanding, the road down unfolded
A trail of a horses tailed laid a valley of beautiful swirling dark hair for us to cruise down.
I had ridden on a horse, up a mountain, which was actually the back of giant horse
And the road down was paved with the beautiful gently conditioned hair of dark brown...
Guiding us to a back entrance of a carnival of activity where I would again fall for a dream.

Omen of a heavy heart.

search, journal, reflect time and time again. 
Like soft piano keys, at ease.... I beg to be at ease
Then the realm of warm tea, a soothing matter of comprehension
All in the while, the stories of uncommon reaccuring reflection
Left with the dust that blinds me with the motion of now. 

For My Joy of Lilly

This one is for the one who saved my soul
The one who saw it, hiding deep in a burning spiritual volcano
She saw me, eyed me and loved me.
Believed in me and turned my head back around, so to face forward the way she asked me to walk.
She held my hand in a way that I realized I had hands that could again create a magic.
She fed me honor, love, humility out of her own heart
And those are today, the warmest dishes I have ever indulged.
I held her tight, warm, soft, safe, embracing the Yes that suggest we are together.
She saw the demons, I was scared. The demons show up when tested
We hurt sometimes, but it was, it is worth it.
She held me beautiful and bounty full of caring and warm minded alike-ness
We dreamed, we dreamed well.
We danced.... oh how we danced,
We giggled, and exploded with laughter.
She has a furry friend
I fell in love twice as a result of this heavenly bond.
And it scared me, commitment, earth shattering love, and admiration
We both never knew how else to be.
We had it all, except we did not know ourselves enough
And still, nothing remains the same
Except how we are, how we always are when the sun is right, and our song plays.
No one is going to love you more then I do.
No will ever know how I feel except me
No words, No touch, No dreams
Can ever replace or suggest the feeling you unfold on this man.
And Thank you for that,
It is in such a feeling of emotion, that I can believe in something greater then myself.