IF I were
a broken soul,
who could mend me
— the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty skill
and many tools,
the awl or maybe
stretching tool?
He would surely know
— should I go?
My shoes, so worn
but my soul so full
of empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
repair my soul
insufferably I plead!
Daily Archives: September 27, 2014
A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX
A HUNDRED POEMS – III
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife-heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for man
and the council,
the pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and,
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal-rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak-near
the hand grab my heart
heroes save, what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along, tomorrow-
today the gift is given
softly, we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
and simple pleasures
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIV
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach me strength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
MANY TIMES FEW MOMENTS
THE many
times,
few
moments
t o o,
a silent
w o o,
visits
m
e
:: 09-25-2014 ::
A PARTICULAR DISCUSSION
HIGHER BEING: “No, no, no, that’s a terrible idea.
We desire they live only so long,
seventy-years at best.”
CREATOR: “But, love is eternal!”
HIGHER BEING: “Then let them love in death!”
:: 09-25-2014 ::
ET INDE HUC (From There to Here)
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: 09-25-2014 ::
FEAR
Now, this isn’t the time to freeze up!
Leave your comfort zone and just do it.
And if you feel the need to vomit,
well, just swallow it!
:: 09-25-2014 ::
RESOLUTION DEATH
My promise,
that resolve!
To never see
this lover again
— my resolution,
what steadfastly
I held for some time,
abandoned by just
a moment —
my utter despair!
:: 09-25-2014 ::
MY ANOMALOUS LIFE
I kiss the air of night
and never bite the lip
but pin my importance
upon the wings of knights
and the sword of steel
gleaming – reflecting eyes
All my shadows – accusations
and the sight-of-sees
my anomalous life
They come from fears breath –
ing within my heart
I’m a low-down witch,
taking steps not taken
by the shadow of death
no, never taking them twice
Most of which the night
never remembers — sweet stride
and a tithe for my Church
of life
:: 09-26-2014 ::
