for the poets...

[jameslovesyou]

i wrote this piece in zilker park laying on a blanket spread over dark green clover with some poet friends. it is dedicated to all poets everywhere. no matter the subject matter, we are all connected by the power of words.


we spin into this physical realm
the purest light
weaving
breathing intention
~~we~~
the prophets of now
who lay on pink blankets in the sunshine
and feel the truth in the wind
and trees and dirt
and flirt with river rocks
and flocks of birds
heard chirping m theory songs
and out of our throng
comes all the inspiration needed
for that next breath
or
poem
or
kiss...
constant participants
communicating the moment closest to the
centered heart
starting controlled blazes
and birthing new phazes
just for you, my love.

-happyhappyjamesworld

 

[colicolo]

very cool, very cool indeed. took me far away from the mindset of poets being french people wearing 'where's wally' striped shirts, sitting in cafes, sipping soy mocha extra strong skinny white late's and writing in crisp neat journals with feather pens.

above all others, these lines made me crave a cigarette:

comes all the inspiration needed
for that next breath
or
poem
or
kiss...

delightful stuff

 

[Amanita Mary]

that was delightfully precious.

 

[E-girl]

you can't help but smile when you read this