Daily Archives: January 14, 2016

THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN

MY feet are wasted —
i have relieved myself
upon them.

In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days.

My youthful dreams
that i knew —
close the crypt
upon the somber skies!

The expansive unknown —
always be! That we all
can dream a dream!

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ENIGMA CALLED LIFE

THAT no word shall suffice
for the blood clot within
my throat!

That no sigh is deep enough
to bring me back to life
today!

The inventory i have taken
of my own life,
reveals i am short!

That i need that ocean
to teach me

That deepest pain to
show me

That life is both pain
and love

That life is gain
and lost

That we are all the same:

drowning in smiles
of a cauldron unknown!

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C O N V O L U T I O N

i EXPANDED this line between space and time
(and) time and space between lines EXPANDED i
So funny how life circles into balls of light
(and light balls into circles — life, funny-SO!

Madness i see in such visionary sight!
(and) sight, visionary! Such “in-see” i — Madness!
There, i take my leave as the white coats are coming
(and) coming are coats — white || leave! Take i —
There!

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T H E R E T U R N E D

AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?

Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!

The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?

the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!

You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground

…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!

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SUNBAKED SIDEWALK

It was there
within a crack
of a sunbaked sidewalk
–a beaten trampled upon path
that i placed my brittle soul
within a gritty soiled ground.

Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
i see your sole but lost my own

soul.

Is the reason why i choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that i watch the walkers
–>leaving me.

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REBIRTH

A SOUL
once in
d
a
r
k
ness

bitter and B R O K EN

reborn by the Light

of a tender Spirit!

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LIVING DOLLS

WE are
the living dolls
of GOD.

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SHATTER SPEAKS IN PIECES

Shatter speaks in pieces
on the ground
My knees bleeding
that heart
once so strongly beating
…stops.

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