xylopoet

This is poem about what it's like experiencing mania as a regular mode of being. Up an inflated sense of self-importance enough to be an artist feeling like the smartest damn ma’m around the land on top of the world where lonely lives? only for wimpy kids… but not for when i’m my own best friend. sensing signs of the divine intuitively within my moves indubitably  defined: above and beyond the mundane  call me vain if it’s to name the great escape in an elevated mind this kind of bliss uprooting the norm has me soaring defeating boring states, replaced by an occupation with continual creation- the buildup of myself a grandiose trophy on the highest shelf. i can run careful not to try to fly but i can buy a ticket to go to a show for showing off i can dance interpretive enhance of a spirit in freedom of a beauty bold of a woman who don’t need them of an enlightening soul. it’s sometimes unknown the trail i’m biking on yet as sure as the sun’s rising i’ll be energizing this life...

Yoga centered sense i make taking in the goodness and out the bullshit. balanced body in samadhi a state of conscious attained in a brain poured and soared  out and away; multi-mind all gone slimmed to just one way of being far from time itself knowing breath myself ego death now met it’s a reborn mindset just because i lost it doesn’t mean i want it back.  freedom rings in gems worn around fingers, shaped into a peace symbol nimble hands  headstands and sound bath bands swimming in hair as horse manes running by auburn and untied; agile a while  in poses dainty as roses feel strength in bones sculpted and tone look like you give a damn about the vase of your spirit hear it, your aura shining on each dewy dawn, you’re new yet still strong, building self respect cycles across frames playing games which promote peace within, always glowing a win. worship oneself i’ve grown to know my own guru here at home wherever you are there you go a master of your show the parade f...

When I attended community college out of high school, I had an interesting professor named Mr. Pierce. I’ll always remember the weekly Thursday evening at 7 class’s initial start. I got into the elevator in the school building, with red eyes, from having just smoked marijuana. Before the door closed, a tall dude wearing a cowboy hat entered. As the elevator took us up, I noticed briefly that his eyes were as red as mine. He glanced back at me. We both smiled and laughed lightly under our quiet breath. When the door opened, we both walked slowly into the same classroom. To my comical discovery, he was the teacher. World Religion 101 was a semester that stays with me to this day. I’d signed up out of interest and credit requirement. Each week, there was a new lecture, with a new paper to write. Professor Pierce had a way with words that always captivated his teaching to me. He really was a lowkey preacher in my opinion, someone who had the character of an open mic standup performer blend...

Worldly they say hey i gather you’re rather rounded, well,  i declare the air you’ve breathed and the land you’ve seen been in the backyard & through forest evergreen. amid cities among people as places as movies, grooved mountains & smoothed canyons  sculpted upon your stature, frolicked in farm pastures  swam in water’s raptures and flew into cuckoo  nests as a  shining diamond who knew enough to screw  the rhyming on roads uniquely yours. you’ve got a lot of stuff carved in character so much  depth drawn inside that wise mind sophisticated and seasoned reasoned, and cosmopolitan. i’m in love with styles  whose been around the block for myriads of miles who’ll occupy the clock with multitudes of worthwhiles be it blooming by the moon or dancing to a sunrise tune  or catching feelings at noon you as an earthling  are attractive from  the experience within.  All (Most) midnight coyotes  tell me a fortunate view fro...

A problematic cultural conception is misinformation about Leisure. Most people say leisure time is reserved for when you are “free from” your responsibilities. We understand this because we’ve been trained to believe that we have “work time” and “off work” time. Work is work; play is another thing. In reality, we, as alive and thriving beings, are technically “on the clock” twenty-four / seven. It is to diminish one’s own energy levels to assign such black-and-white thinking to the totality of our existence. Really, the healthier mentality is to recognize Time as one continuum; with frames for a variety of activities. Leisure is the time management skill of energizing oneself at a comfortable pace, while factoring your other responsibilities into the bigger picture. It means while there is always work to be done, you have the ability to exert yourself in a relaxing fashion, remaining mindful that your pace will change. This is a mode of processing your complete being into flexible comp...

It’s good to be here. Thank you to our host & the cafe for running the show & the pleasant ambiance.  I have with me this evening 3 original poems I’d like to share.  This first one is a sequel to a poem I wrote a couple years ago. Years ago, I wrote a masterpiece of a poem about how True Love Never Dies. About my partner and I. And we, in fact in turn, decided to end our partnership. So this piece here tonight, is about how True Love can, healthily, fade away. And that’s a positive transformation.  The title of this poem comes from a song by one of my favorite bands. A lot of my poetry is inspired by music. So the lyric that I love goes, quote: “we met where time and life shook hands and said goodbye.” And this poem is titled Ocean. Ocean meet me in the middle of nowhere; the point between a glacier and the shore our perceived persona and the self deep beneath. somewhere inside someone else, and our shelf  showing off the artifacts found from a cataclysm who...