Fields of Butter


11707639_10153437507115688_7881924099625583889_nPhoto Credit: Susan Butterfield all rights reserved.

Fields of Butter

As time churned,
the ethos never marginalized.
A backdrop of the lonely mountain
over looks the garden growing
on the butter fields.
The sun shines – then goes off to a distant realm.
Alas, for one last time in an echo of shadow.
The fade to black covers the green grass exotics with a spread of integrity.
As a wise-man turns to dust.
A wind gust.
The supernatural blows from the east to the west.
Against a Patagonia chest.
if you looked closely,
at the right angle,
you could see the sunlight piercing through the apparition with ease.
Like the serrated edge of a knife cutting through butter.
All of a sudden,
there it was,
shinning in its glory…
A spectral stream of the “Star of David”,
spreading the recognition of peace and kindness,
to all that were willing to take the time to see.

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I wrote this in honor of David Butterfield.  We met while traversing through the town of Arenal in Costa Rica.  He was a great man.  A spiritual man.  A thoughtful man.  A well spoken man.  He had great taste in jackets.

This poem also comes with the biggest virtual hug that one’s imagination could possibly muster.

For “The Shaman of Hugs”.
In accordance with lots of love.

Your Friend,


Foodie Apocalypse

Foodie Apocalypse

Squash the beef
Don’t Stroganoff for keeps
Knuckle sandwiches
Filled to the brim
With menacing meats
Cold cuts
Designed to perfection
Hide the salami (In the belly of course after a nourishing meal)
With the best intentions
Organic is all the rage
Canines cut through the rations
The hunger fades
Spilt milk on a open platter
Alphabet soup spells out disaster
After the All Suns’ Dawn
In a bowl of dust
Farmers fight over the earth’s crust



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Italian Cold Cut devoured by Jfreshly (Spinach, Cucumbers, Light Pickles, Light Onions, Tomatoes, Oregano, Parmesan Cheese, Salt, Pepper, Light Honey Mustard, Olive Oil, On Wheat, Heated, These parenthesis were sponsored by WAWA)





In a den

Of Maryland

Known as

Loch Raven

Where the trail is on fire

Let the water flow

Underneath the bridge

 Zest of life

Hidden from

The concrete mire

I must confess


So we don’t expire

Time is money

Money is power

Power is an illusion

I live by the credo

Recycle and avoid pollution

Kindness is passion

Follow what you believe in

Anything can happen

In the winter

On this trail

I sit on a log

Listen to the current

Momentum beats against rock

The sounds flourish

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May you find peace in the woods my friends.

A Jelly Fish in the Wind

A Jelly Fish in the Wind

Vibration of the groove

Tentacles Produce old school nostalgia

New school vinyl the variance of rhythmic ratios

Played on ridges covered in atmosphere

As glass animals let out of their cages

Drop into the trenches of marinara sauce

Sea floors; To watch feet move in the current

The range overlooks the grind of the sentimental

Ideas of the Ink Panther

Felt tip pen of the maritime

Documentary: The Coral Jungle Ascendancy

Surpasses the cultural exchange

Pulse of the crosswinds

Loneliness of the timeless

The phantom: Lost in the distance

Vast pin drops in the long sprint

A man who is revered yells, “The jelly is coming.”

A conch plays sound-waves in the echo

Stories on the scrolls of lost sea salt

Legacy of the transparent exoskeleton

The heart of Atlantis revealed

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Tea Master


Sacred black dragon

Cultivates a legacy

In the Wuyi Mountains

The birds once dormant

Relaxed in the steam

Fly out of the kettle

When induced by the heat

A Gongfu tea ceremony

On the bamboo stage

Let the green oolong soak

Feng shui of the pour

The taste of the orient

Strength of tradition

Restore balance

Commune with nature

Heal the inner sanctum

Wellspring in the sip

A toast

To good health

Good fortune to all

And to all

Good fortune

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Sirius: Climate Change Refugees


Nomadic Caterpillars amalgamate the vicissitude
Transformation of fascination
Nomadic Butterflies mirage into the oasis
The sky cries globes of round and spherical
Fields of legumes, tobacco, wheat, all open sesame
Perception of precipitation
The Sandstorm; On repeat
Brought on by Darude
The warming
Take heed to the lab coats warning
Gas hypothesized: release of carbon monoxides
Heated by the great magnifying glass in the sky
Indian Sun tomahawks sand dunes
Sand bar’s glazed by the sun’s razor edge
Amorphous state of the Badiyat al-Sham
Reflection of glass transmits, reflects, and refracts the light
Follows the current of the wind
Volatile hills that represent perpetual architecture
Nomadic Bedouin once happily traversed the super heated plains
Tended their farmsteads
Belly desires edibles of nutrients
The drought, the famine, and the great escape
Nomad-metamorphoses-city dwellers
Once kindred with the Nova of super power
Off to the concrete jungle in search of alms

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Djembé Mutumbo

Everyone gather together in peace
Dance to the music and move your feet
A story from the heart is the tale
Let happiness and peace prevail
As Phalanges cut through the air with precise rudimentary
Music heals the soul and keeps the heart from perpetual penitentiary
A bongo from the Congo
A bongo from the Ivory coast
A bongo for the people
A bongo for hope
In the wide open music halls of Africa
Skilled drummers can be heard through out the Savannah
Stories are told of musical animal evolution
For it was chimpanzees that may have started the percussion revolution
Close your eyes and feel the wind
Play the beat and forget of your sins
Emotional status, energy sways, the souls give and take
Eased by the sounds that this drum creates
Walk in the woods
hold your Djembé with a strong grip
Seduce nature
With your fingertips

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To the Honor of Palindromes


The aerial view of the sky

A picture perfect planetary azure

Outdoor scenery lush

In the reflection of the sun’s gaze

Color is a perception

Primary yellows and blues meshed into vibrant greens

As the symphony of autumn plays its sonnet

The woods transform

Into the autumn rainbow

It’s like a Thanks Giving Charlie Brown Episode

With every step

I pretend to hear lioness play his piano

With every step

The leaves below my feet sound like I’m chomping on peanuts

With every step

Sunlight glistens

The rush of water from the stream turns to a flow of starlight

The beauty of the moment triggers the thought of her smile

Soon I’ll see her lips…

Soon I’ll look into her eyes…

Soon we’ll enjoy fresh pizza pie…

Soon we’ll Netflix and chill…

In those hypothetical moments I’d find reflection

I’ll think to myself

On this day of our lord

I was in the right places at the right time…

To enjoy the elegance of the fall…

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The Autumn winds refresh
As I sit outside on a wicker bench
The hills are calling
The trails are calling
The world is calling
As I turn the pages of this book
While I relax in my little nook
I think to myself
It’s good to be a lyrical gangster

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Zansabar: Transcendence


Momentum is gradual

Thought process is lateral

Mother Earth in the spiral




Evolutionary station

Once the brainwaves activate to full potential


Billions of years in the making


Re-assemble the plane of our original existence

Backdrop of the universe once streaked in bright light

Compact black hole suns glow in the night

Contrast against the origin landscape

The scientist

The creator

The transcendent

Wait with baited breath

As their advance mathematics are put to the test


Calculations of concise geometric

To regain our homeland

That exploded into galactic bits

Before the bang was big

The intelligent put theory to action

Primal clay on a floating rock

An attempt to save the essence of cognitive thought.

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