tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45354477525264308352024-03-05T00:23:22.836-08:00slow western ghostSlow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-9225837903517033602011-07-24T12:30:00.000-07:002011-07-24T12:31:57.704-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Felt and through and through<br />
The light glints passed green and blue<br />
and standing in the in-between<br />
again the glow through blue and green<br />
the moving still of the morning<br />
and I'm left thinking:<br />
I am finally alive and awake<br />
and I'm still dreaming</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-88554805242874450292011-07-11T08:55:00.003-07:002011-07-11T08:55:37.199-07:00They named the days "even"Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-38845287717386387932011-07-11T08:50:00.001-07:002011-07-11T08:50:53.376-07:00These frequencies are filled with nutrients. Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-27279147952238512852011-06-30T00:53:00.001-07:002011-06-30T00:53:52.348-07:00"so much beauty it can make you cry"Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-3821850143934170032011-06-24T09:22:00.000-07:002011-06-24T09:23:40.869-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">her dreams whispered truths at night<br />
and silence was her dreams<br />
she opened her eyes and closed her mouth<br />
as the world unfurled<br />
<br />
closes her eyes and back to dreaming </div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-52934406983379071632011-05-14T08:32:00.000-07:002011-05-14T08:46:28.466-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Like an innerspace tune up<br />
by instretched arms<br />
beyond their bounds<br />
dream fingers turning<br />
the dials of the depths <br />
Idles adjusted.<br />
<br />
The spiritual reboot<br />
<br />
I'm here, man.</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-18237972508710786032011-05-07T08:18:00.000-07:002011-05-10T08:23:11.973-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Boom and in<br />
Then oof and up<br />
Soft in the West Coast drizzle.<br />
<br />
Sipping coffee in the morning fog<br />
I can feel my old ghosts walking around here.<br />
Mist paths and mist traces<br />
the good, the many bad<br />
<br />
I aim to collect them all into a group hug.<br />
No one left behind.</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-27118724561111256352011-05-05T19:37:00.000-07:002011-05-06T07:00:20.974-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">out there under the purple morning dawn<br />
out there under unreal eyes<br />
<br />
swimming in the deep</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-52132546841934799622011-05-04T12:38:00.000-07:002011-05-04T12:38:15.654-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Up and in the morning still-light<br />
entwined and breathing<br />
the birds of chests set free<br />
weightless<br />
into the new float</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-6489573999676855142011-04-27T10:48:00.000-07:002011-04-27T10:48:02.971-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">And then every moment–<br />
precious.<br />
As each had always been.<br />
With the morning sun's<br />
sober dream light.<br />
Like rolling the windows down.</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-53350550766280216542011-04-27T10:46:00.000-07:002011-04-27T10:46:31.248-07:00Easter's Miracle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfh2QvGkWzuVJsWXCoPX_E3iBq74ismO8N9bHPnULWD82IcRgee1NFajlwHbGUjKD7EZ30dCfnK2BClm7TO2RKIhmwpQHMQ9EkGZWDe-4NGiUjLDC0VEMW9biYfzeLD1k6ntcxKhSU6sw/s1600/easter_magic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfh2QvGkWzuVJsWXCoPX_E3iBq74ismO8N9bHPnULWD82IcRgee1NFajlwHbGUjKD7EZ30dCfnK2BClm7TO2RKIhmwpQHMQ9EkGZWDe-4NGiUjLDC0VEMW9biYfzeLD1k6ntcxKhSU6sw/s400/easter_magic.jpg" width="290" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">L-R: Cousin Joey Wales, Easter Bunny, Benmont Jefferson. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Only the beginning... </span></div><br />
</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-91847283354843440252011-04-19T07:39:00.000-07:002011-04-19T07:39:58.606-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Waking with a lurch in the heart<br />
Up on feet to the expectant day<br />
or is it the other way around:<br />
expectant to the day<br />
chest of hopes<br />
bottled up potential<br />
...at least one hopes<br />
<br />
we're pulling for you<br />
<br />
and here, well<br />
we can feel all of the inversion layers at once–<br />
the instinct in optimism, fear, love, and tepid currents<br />
the faces that come with every situation<br />
<br />
But again, hope keeps us moving through.<br />
Hope, and the good light.<br />
There are sunspots to find everywhere,<br />
even if just a moment</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-4877474592129772602011-04-18T09:43:00.001-07:002011-04-19T07:40:36.208-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/wvPRpWNAWrk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-39546857883478142372011-04-18T09:42:00.000-07:002011-04-20T08:37:33.338-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">On with the winds<br />
and the short drive<br />
to the long desert fire<br />
kick around out there<br />
in the ghost tides<br />
voices and ideas<br />
<br />
Night for day- <br />
Full moon shadow stride<br />
in the glowing dunes<br />
<br />
</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-89789093759982503652011-04-14T21:20:00.001-07:002011-04-14T21:20:45.146-07:00And from the change <br />the name of the games<br />became-<br />Going for even. Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-57902908428430938552011-04-14T21:19:00.001-07:002011-04-14T21:19:36.421-07:00If you could dress yourself up in smoke...Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-37070584994894150642011-04-14T06:57:00.000-07:002011-04-15T07:00:15.608-07:00From the top 5 things you don't want to hear muttered from your doctor's mouth when being diagnosed:#2: "...fuck."Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-67137353130831100742011-04-12T17:41:00.001-07:002011-04-12T17:41:13.536-07:00Thank you Fates, <br />For the dear souls<br />That make this life worth living. <br /><br />Thank you Fates<br />For their putting up with<br />My sentimental goof ass. Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-1546615346151835642011-04-07T18:41:00.000-07:002011-04-07T19:33:49.994-07:00Dawn and the heart skipping<br />
The lingering dream<br />
Soft and sincere<br />
Face loosening<br />
And tears<br />
With truth<br />
<br />
It is what it is. <br />
<br />
Then in the chair looking <br />
through the picture window<br />
Out into the morning fog<br />
The lovely bird jumping in and out<br />
Dissolving in and out of the mist<br />
In and out of the dream<br />
Feathers red as the heart<br />
<br />
Skipping as I wokeSlow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-56931017904127740542011-04-06T09:07:00.001-07:002011-04-09T07:37:24.070-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Fall in reverse<br />
and good<br />
<br />
Pupils on the skies<br />
and a flow from chest<br />
upward<br />
like the winding <br />
sky-stretched arms<br />
of the tree</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-81897382250513997432011-04-02T09:13:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:15:27.173-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">great the sting<br />
and sweet-bitter the song<br />
left in mind and up too long<br />
we're squirming in our boots<br />
shaking off the skin suits<br />
licking at the sun<br />
and breaking for the horizon<br />
disclosed in lucid dreams<br />
despite the skeptic schemes<br />
of disbelief and breaking down<br />
of selfish thoughts and buttons drawn<br />
and pushed just to push you around<br />
and pull you under ground<br />
<br />
We're already breathing the open skies.<br />
safe<br />
sound<br />
and ready</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-19942323433747215182011-04-01T09:14:00.000-07:002011-04-06T09:14:52.019-07:00Coffee mainline. <br />
Winds blowing in. <br />
Sandblasted. <br />
Lungs hazy. <br />
It's okay to hurt when you hurt.Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-47339471692498648042011-03-30T08:53:00.000-07:002011-03-30T08:53:20.064-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A cracking up of sorts<br />
<br />
A leaning back<br />
A pulling in of air<br />
A wild push of everything inside out through the mouth<br />
A stream of past brought to present in trajectory<br />
like hanging dust passing through the light of a window<br />
and just as warm<br />
floating to settle<br />
dissipate gently<br />
and let go<br />
<br />
then eyes open in bed<br />
and feeling the body again<br />
the heart in tact<br />
the gut in ease and in place<br />
and the knot of the the soul<br />
loosened<br />
<br />
back </div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-27254555861921777602011-03-24T19:03:00.000-07:002011-03-24T19:03:41.322-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIUq2OhJhZkTcclLClCrDZCWVR3_jd4LZXreM_82lCU2YhXkP3TF8fFZFYJOVlML6ZhoMvjJ5SRatsx2hg43gyHW0QyZG7CUDVFN3jlrn3TUMUhFGOtqIHgXA1uWox7HnNFnoAH8X9m4/s1600/Heartsonfire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIUq2OhJhZkTcclLClCrDZCWVR3_jd4LZXreM_82lCU2YhXkP3TF8fFZFYJOVlML6ZhoMvjJ5SRatsx2hg43gyHW0QyZG7CUDVFN3jlrn3TUMUhFGOtqIHgXA1uWox7HnNFnoAH8X9m4/s320/Heartsonfire.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu2A7suGVNLzMuHyiGPJFChte8gVJlNcxGiWvtBvAQx6a9zhF-QFAG3OVvEgjYvYydDTEbe2baN5v_X2xaR1ee6MCpJYpteDwRY_sKp7w8lrOwvegD8n7KurY5En_YdMlxc2QwpcB9P3M/s1600/heartmindfire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</a></div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4535447752526430835.post-37200120018506761502011-03-21T23:37:00.000-07:002011-03-21T23:37:31.642-07:00heart to head to gut to hand<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">when the clouds clear<br />
and the angry molecules temper<br />
when the walls no longer <br />
have anything to preserve <br />
and raw nerves mend to<br />
raw emotion<br />
<br />
goddamned it might be too awkward<br />
for this world <br />
but wide-open<br />
is alive and well<br />
<br />
and it's absurdity is beautiful</div>Slow Western Ghosthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00308022759414917878noreply@blogger.com