The mind, a dormant stone

Elegy for Lawrence Ferlinghetti looks like wings flying off birds Dust digging as far as it can inside itself             a piece             a piece             a piece. So anyway,             I’m pretty sad you are gone. Pictures gone mad with hope in a gone world That’s how I’m feeling right now.   Do you know you are loved?                                                                        ...

Bless the ground in its sacred realness. Bless the heart in its awareness   what it means to feel sister brother friend another   someone to hold, to tell quaint tales, fables of self, the realness that bites, the spirit to fight, a thirst to quench. These are the stones, hot or cold; that holds to our skins, sensation of life. Liveliness that lives in breath. Breathe to accompany the heartbeat; the seed that plants a kindling, "you're here for me to love. We are family." ...and the need is there. Then peace. nestled in love and fondness for my friend Cathy Greene who passed this morning. please rest in peace 7/4/1957  - 8/4/13

Ray Manzarek (1939 -2013) breaks on through... today. My friend James said, he has "left for spirit", and I knew what that meant, but was in denial. I am so sorry to lose one of my idols...one that collectively inspires me to stay true to my own beat. He was an artist and a mentor... A real Musician with immense poise and concentration -- a magical ear fingertips so light and nimble to dance around the keys like a pure genius -- which he was. I'm so honored to have even met him...It was Doors Fest 2002... He was so nice, smiling...said he liked my shirt (which was a worker shirt with a Jim Morrison (1943-1971) patch) The one regret I have is not taking a picture with him. He signed my box set and was genuinely happy to interact with his fans. blessings... I even saw him at the Egyptian Theater in celebration of the 50 Year Anniversary for LA Woman. :) He was there...as was Robbie. Of course you recognize when people age...but he seemed to be on hi...

Dear Anthony St. Jude Greene: I miss you. I love you. I'm sorry that your life ended so soon...I think we would of had a great lifetime to share. Erykah Badu's song chants in my head -- a flood of " I guess I'll see you next lifetime "s. Today is your birthday, and I am reverent. I don't want the world to forget how important you are to it. As you lay here...I imagine all the life underground that pays you homage. Now, I am wondering, were you even buried whole? Your leg missing... were you ever able to claim it? I'm so sorry, Anthony. I know you felt such great pain. I wish things would have changed to allow you to be alive today. I miss you. I love you. Always, Jessica

How close a friend idle in your shadow watchful very patient -- circle the shadow with your toe air placed below in parallel to crush at defeat -- shadowed circle lusting death a doom we must all repent. When forgiveness comes it's the tail-end shabby and flared to seem larger than life ourselves what mattered until dust settles to collect. - for you. Jessica M. Wilson 3/19/13 Tuesday

The wind turns spreading fast the flesh around my teeth. They chatter at the curtain drawn, around your rosy blue tone, a humble carriage to your next land. Adventure holds you tight and tugs my hand, the same way we would when you breathed... The circles I feel as I walk, keep me in a glow halo of wonder. Is it embrace, or shield, keeping me grounded so firmly away from the forces you grace? I am surveyed, still young, ready to greet you where water fails to run 'round your veins. A body without circumference. Your dream; I believe. Each morning I wake with you around my skin, but I flinch in fear. How close am I? Jagged memories of nightmare demean your smile and feign at the whimsy. There is nothing light about this. Distant pleasure forsakes the intentions drawing near you; a bottle breaks. I turn corners and I stare, I see them, I see you. We repeat and repeat the reality we lived, but there is always something more. Ominous. more. discreet. more. an...