Gentle clouds Of soft spheres Covered with fur lines Slightly bent Dancing on the whisper of a breeze Fur clouds Of the purple thistle Having the sweetest of scents When blossoming Protected by the sharpest of thorn dagger Swinging high Dancing low

I gaze Inclining my page To light my words With now red-tinted city light And crimson ruby Of an already set sun on the horizon. The sky Vast, impenetrable Light behind light Star beyond star Invisible breath Of endless planets Embracing their solar heart So subtle the evening twilight With emerald visions Against the deep … Continue reading Sea King: Kelvin Iris

It is Sunday morning twenty-eleven. Everyone is running an election, like Wild Bill Hickock in the Greatest Show on Earth, only a little more reserved I'm looking at the early beginning of the sunrise on the West Side of the sky. There is a rose pink shade above gentle thin clouds, a kind of blue … Continue reading Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris

Mother Mary guide me somehow guide me through the madness in my brain. The fire consumes me I weaken My strength fails me As I seek to walk The line of peace. I get angry I can’t help But get angry At consumer frenzy That devours The beautiful Bountiful Earth. I cry; I cry; Helpless, … Continue reading Meek Moist Paradise: Kelvin Iris