may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Monday, December 13, 2010

Adventures in Paradise

Denial Of Service-
Capitol Metro Sundays/public holidays

John Lennon/Julian Assange
Imagine there's no heaven..

Confucius Peace Prize=
The Art Of War

Obama flip-flops
Republican hardline

TSA* patdowns BAYWATCH star
&Indian Ambassador!

Bags go missing-
but they can find your junk!

New to Austin?Sleeping under bridges?
Beware the APD!**

fingerprints on flesh
forgotten like childhood

leaving small spaces
for human era

Orchestra of the World-UNITE!
(Just agree on the scale and tuning)

Babies can see angels
because they are

Our kitten's reflexes-
older than Pyramids..

the sound of water
fills your emptied glass

wearing blue gloves
to give illusion protection

quiet as a Library
until the first cell phone

stop .for butterflies must.
their time is tiny wings.

my fence.one morning dove
sculptures skylines.

arguments of birds-
flightpaths and meals

timezones between us-
childhood.adolescence.senescence.

your eyes flowers-
daisy bright!

curtains.partly drawn
letting outlaw light alight

outside the frame
he left /empty

fog mist rain
Agatha Christie plays

Museum walls count titles
Banksy adds extra!

home grown gardens
taste of homes.

your thighs/hips
now let me look at your lips..

waiting for tomatoes to ripen
i turned green

classical as music-
her smiling sonatas

dolphin and wave
you in eye

weight of night's rain
relieved via morning sunlight

husband asleep.wife watching
child knows but cannot speak

my grand mother glows golden
even when she is only child's visions

chocolate love /only one purpose-
to be eaten/whole

rock dropped into silence
Splash!

raining world
sweeps the wind outdoors

only at the summit-
meeting of elements!

waves/no name nor number
just insistence/to be let in

the person in that photograph
is not the person watching

bucket full of tiny fish
becomes story bait

slippery slope time
runs out,alarmed

for the rest of your life
you will wonder-how long?

my mother lives!
stronger than cigarettes
fire,not smoke

children ,squeaking like toys
animate the carpets

mostly i do not ask
mostly you do not tell

adjusting clocks for seasons
of love's return

wind lifts lake like leaves of water

rocks break waves like convicts

wind and wave eloped.

mountaintops point to silences

afternoon.sit in sunshine.like bent leaves.

grand father.not wise with age.just scarred.

meteor showers from time 's distant planets

scavenger birds cross examine all surfaces.

the apple i eat becomes my skin.

raking leaves,meditating on mulch age

gathering autumn emotions.

even flowers shed their skin petals  in seasonal suicides

i want to remember you alive.even when you die.

river we both loved now single.

this photo distracts me from that sunrise.

my name changes-new ways of seeing

snow gathers in solidarity.

young know who is for them.(hugs/cuddles/smiles)

going to war(young soldier-bristle brisk)

my library complains .They claim favorites!

skeleton wrecked home.why did he leave?

wind chill factor/guilt,regrets

when darkness threatens,i close my eyes.

moon bound,moon driven,moon guided=home!

tree i climbed gone like childhood's bark

tear drops.grief.loss.holes in auras.

sands have a union.solidarity.seashores!

knife wind slices skin into particle pointed pains

wings on my shoulder.return like night dreams of flying.

mural on wall brighter than the painters.

Paradise awaits you are hear and know.


*Transport Security Administration 
** Austin Police Department

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