I’m going back in

I’m going back in where things are seen by stepping back and laying low staying loose, ready to go this is only a pome, but we’re on the move never free bound to earth to make the scene just breath and see dance and dwell right in your beat there you’ll see it’s you and …

Who Profits?

Words & Music by Ren Michael I need a good friend Who goes on more than instinct Though when you show me the source Don’t pretend not to blink You claim to report But now you tell me what to think I’m over it man I’m here the brink I’ll see you at home I’ll …

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe pretty soon

I think I’ll be living in Santa Fe soon picture me walking ‘long a New Mexico road that Pueblo adobe & streetlights of candlit brown paper bags on a winters night me and the moon and You standing before St. Francis cathedral yea I can see it I can see that being my little midnight …

I write on the backs of napkins

I write on the backs of napkins I write on scraps of tissue paper for you ought to not sweat the fancy jet the time yet, no or the old lessons of propriety don't stack that shelf full of fancy volumes, neither no, don't overload the head with journals with their pages crisp and clean …

Kerouac

I read your words late this morning to rock and roll in the living room booming, resounding as clouds roll, overcast in mysterious oncoming afternoon daze......... Are we here? Is everybody in? Is that working now. Is it just me? Do I type too fast? I am just? Trying to type my poem, for Kerouac …

#24/8

I keep reading about your life wanting to know more and see, increasingly how much one can learn from you, by your example. your level of commitment your discipline, vision your athleticism and focus a keen intellect. with respect to your craft and further… a heightened awareness of self a devotion to your family and …

LA Renaissance #1

The Hungarian rhapsody by dear ol' friend Franz Liszt as I've read the words aloud to myself and feel that I might recite them all as they become bonded to my own in soul, as I proclaim this new music of ours o'er the cliffs of Cambria at Moonstone Beach, as my forebears brought me …

typing late at night

typing late at night the halls are silent kitchen’s quiet, all I hear is the tapping of the keys the low hum of the fridge and the sound of the lonesome rider driving in the night, as ever down Normandie I hear him the lone rider he’s outside my window waiting not quite lonely, no …

One True Home

have the ashes settled over discord & broken glass to take a stand? as the storm approaches equalizing all to a barren land and surely, we know we must, and so shall we trust one another invest in eachother to save ourselves our home? this globe here we are, we stand alone I know but …

Intro to Album No. 1

Not long ago a few hours maybe/came the dreadful realization that I stood alone on streets of New Orleans, haunted by rumor the spell of a girl I’d come to know well in just an instant & she’s a part of me now, so I’m haunted spellbound & cursed. I had my guitar with me, …

Beyond Notion

Beyond notion You are unfolding epic thundering enveloping the cosmos, and yet here you are within me, my heart beating quiet, unassuming ever gently within me, yea you are a companion always

Songs for the Sierra Nevada

I wrote these poems in the last few pages of a brown, tattered old pocket journal that I kept with me as I started into the Sierra Nevada, heading out of California and toward the east coast; seeing for the first time everything from General Sherman Tree to Yosemite Valley and the Tuolumne Meadows.  I wrote …

Organix

Organic You stand outside the glass wall, separated from a fog You know what to do You only must choose The voice speaks to you All you’ve got to do is listen When it speaks to you Just listen And follow the path set out for you According to your own wishes. Break the glass …

America, I See You

I am in love with this moment I am in love with you and America, I see you So let down you guard America I see you No matter the statues left standing, I see you Or whoever stands for the anthem I see you still How did you ever get boxed into this prism? …

First thought on Ginsburg’s Wild Orphan

My first thought on Allen Ginsburg's short poem 'Wild Orphan' is how striking the last verse is...That is all for now. "And the father grieves in the flophouse complexities of memory a thousand miles away, unknowing of the unexpected youthful stranger bumming toward his door" Allen Ginsburg NY, 1952

On the move…

When I'm on the move, I write in verse Small poems to most accurately or honestly reflect the things going on around me, and how I feel about those things Often times, most of the time, these poems aren't any good But other times, they turn out alright. Simple. To the point. Just getting the …

Interwoven Dreams

The guitar case bears the sacred marks from where you've been Not too far but you've got the scars The stars at night still grin You look out yonder and see bright green Deep in the swamps of mud memory That one summers eve, outside New Orleans long before Yosemite and the mighty Sequoia trees …

Awake

your eyes begin to open, you look out long, pour over your mythology, over the scattered clouds across the desert, your precious afternoon the desert you know well, probably the same old New Mexico state road On the morning so cold, when you stood all alone with the night the night the night you were …

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