(God I have done so much and so little) I am a father. My son is thirteen. I have hitch hiked all over the United States, been a carpenter, a Seven/Eleven Manager, worked with run aways at a Crisis Intervention Center and a whole lot of other jobs. My life is full of adventures. Now that I am a father I try to be a little more staid. I love to read my poetry to audiences when ever I can. I am pretty much your run of the mill spiritual mystical madman. Laughter and joy are powerful medicines.

Have fun using my poem. I am much complimented. Be great.
Tom B.

The Alchemist Creates…

I am the wind.
Dancing with the ocean’s
brawny arms, strolling
along the moonlight’s silver
path from the horizon divide
‘cross the sea’s calling sighs
I come casting frothy pearls
along the crests of promise.
I slip my salty breath through
your tresses, toss a lock or two
then, with the last tendril
falling back  across your face
I leave a kiss glistening
behind your ear.

I am the water.
Raised from the cusp
the world traces against the sky,
I am tossed in clouds,
stirred by the wind, forming
droplet by droplet around dust.
I come as rain. Run my fingers
in splashes over bare flesh;
soak clothes until they cling,
tight, like shadows across your light.
I course in streams, flowing fast,
bred in the melt of mountain tops.
I dance on rocks, ricochet against banks,
till I hold you afloat while you
swim in the pulse of my heart.

I am light.
The first ray
glitters on your cheek.
Gilded fingers memorize
every cell as you yawn, stretch,
watch the predawn pink
turn clouds into flowers awakening.
I arouse the blossoms in the bud
so you can be buried in the garden’s
aromas. Open the world to your
eyes so they can gaze upon
the gifts that life shares, thanks
spread from heart to heart. I
splinter the darkness,
chase away the fears
hiding inside 
sleepy dreams.

I sense every foot print
you lay upon the earth.
I am filled with blessings
as you walk across me.
I stir every element till
they combust within
your spirit, bring fire
to sparkle in your eyes.

The breath you take
pulls me into you.
You are full of me.
I am rich,
savor the flavors
the textures
your composition.

‘til flesh meets flesh,
when we close
the human gap,
the world insists
we be kept
touching.

Till the fires
love burns
across our hearts
has been answered,
time will continue
crumbling at the gate
where we
are met.

6:00 PM
12/13/07
Alexandria, VA

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