COSMIC FIRE

LIFE-like a breeze inside the soul
to look at me isn’t all you see
a lightblue sun inside my eyes
and shadows beneath the knees
it’s a silly man who isn’t crazy
but God knows it better
than you or me
When you awaken come to me
When you awaken from this dream
Someday when we all come home,
home to that single point;
in a cosmic fire you’ll find
whatever it is you’re looking for
whether or not it’s me

 

:: 05-21-2017 ::


T I L T

I L T

WHEN the ground becomes the wall
Spring to Summer and to Fall
is when the world begins to tilt
destroying all that’s been built

We start to awaken within our sleep
we’re everything to no one while
expecting fear to face retreat

we tilt /
jilted we scream and fall
while the world becomes
our wall |xxx|

 

:: 06-15-2017 ::

 


CORRELATIONS

Correlations are cool
but time completes
the circle for fools!

:: 06-10-2017 ::

 


STIFF LAUGHTER

my funny bone
has an erection

–>(06.10.2017)<–


Your Breath

Your Breath
smells of gunpowder;
your Lips, the
colour of lies.

— 06-10-2017 —


ENTRY 4 June 2017

THAT I never once held you
My hands tremble to remember
As water falling eventually flows
The tears too; we know.
THAT I never once kissed you
My heart achingly braves patience
My Soul too; it glows.
There within the beauty of Life
A nestled fire gem sparkling;
LOVE

:: 06-04-2017 ::


DARLING, THE WORLD IS COMING TO ITS END

Darling, the world is coming to its whimpering End.
By large bouts of fits and raging fear! This same time next
week;  our last dance upon the small head of a broken pin.

And the frogs, butterflies, and ravens are singing:

“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —

But you do.  I am so afraid…”

And even though we have plundered all the good deeds
And majestic elements of this beautiful world the Stars
Above shall watch you and me. Hand in hand we will
Walk across the melting pebbles and sands and dip
Our essence into the once blue oceans and leave our
Things behind, even our bones and skin!

And the last flower, blue jay, and dragonfly will sing:

“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —
But you do I am so afraid for humanity!”

:: 06-04-2017 ::


THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER

i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!

:: 05-29-2017 ::

*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).


LIFE UPON | YOU’RE BACK

As tall as the shortest lie
That in between dusk and cries
That something without a name
Keeps on twisting inside your brain

Like…

Where the pall bears sing
And the oceans applause in waves
It’s the age of losing reason
It’s the Rabbit out of its cage

Begging my non-departure outside
The walls of a stranger’s funeral
Could never eat the sacrifice
Could never feel the sprains

All that is clean can be seen
Stretching all the way from
The tip of your nose straight
On forward to an illusion gleamed

It’s the firm hand of destruction
The gems of all diluted eyes
By the size of Cadillacs and
Smoky lensed cataract-dopes

It’s like the Rabbit out of its cage
Chewing on the stick of philosophy
And drowning in the twists and turns
Of the greatest illusion of them all:

“L I F E”
Is its name
And it’s upon
Your back today.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


THE BLACK ROSE

When the wind has left your life
like empty sails forever drifting
a lost sense of savior
and the dirt knows just how
many tears have said,

“Just shut your eyes
batten down the hatches
and survive all the bad guys”

And bruised knees beg relief
oh soul the keen victim
for the black rose of love

just sing
just sing
just sing

JUST say!

Just say you’re slaying
all the phantom ghosts
that make you laugh
when you’ve lost your mind
for the love of a black rose.

:: 05-21-2017 ::