IF peace is largeness within the many chambers
of you i should dream a world of loveness
a n d m a n y t e a r s b y j o y
to tell you the dream when smallness was
the many vapored obscured heart-tied hands
hanging upon the highest star
There is within me enough room for you
as words from distant cousins lock meaning within
a single stanza the numinous feelings are that much
nearer I — the pupil of Life and my sight
is becoming more clearer.
:: 11.27.2015 ::
Upon the canvas of my heart, I paint,
With words as brushes, colors & love’s constraint,
In metered lines, my soul’s emotions flow,
In voice, this love I long to show.
The world may wonder at my quiet ways,
But in my verses, love forever stays,
A whispered secret in each tender word,
A song of passion, yet so seldom heard.
The meter beats, like heartbeats in the night,
Each syllable a flicker of love’s light,
And though I dwell in solitude’s embrace,
In words and meter, love finds its place.
Oh, love, the muse that guides my trembling hand,
In voice, you’ll always understand,
In simple words, I pen my heart’s decree,
In metered verses, love’s eternity.
:: 09.18.2023 ::
Walking on shards of shattered glass,
Heartbreak’s jagged pieces from the past.
Pain’s my muse, don’t question why,
I don’t ask where I’ve gone awry.
Tears in my eyes, a crimson stain,
Soul’s aching in this never-ending rain.
It’s chaotic, yet it feels so real,
Life’s mystique, an electric thrill.
Everybody craves that thing called love,
But few have hearts as tough as a leather glove.
How many folks grow old too soon,
Lost in a world where tears maroon.
I’ve prayed, I’ve lost my mind,
In this crazy world, we’re all confined.
And someone, like fate, softly said,
“You’re as real as the life you’ve bled.”
:: 09.18.2023 ::
THE WORLD ate the lungs of the forest
and HUMANS escaped the pain to answer
this little WORLD who they made crazy
Why do mouths lick their lips
and politicians line their pockets with
the blood of bleeding people’s tears?
The devil is knocking upon the living’s door.
. drop your religion of deceit and hate___
how is it when little creatures eat your feet
you praise their words and move on? Haze
and confusion and how i try to step forward…
is somebody gonna save the world? Save the World.
Angels falling — purer than purest pure
whisper of a whisper s0(big with innocence)
forgivingly a once of eager glory.no
more mi8racle may grow — praise god who has
many names and the devil has many more
i walked the miles and awoke the same. In the voice
inside my hEAD. Torturing the words of the rocks
rolling — the day i tried to live bruised my soul
all over. The day mother and father died i knew
we’re alone: say, ‘one more time to die? one more
time around this circus cloud of pain.
The pain was great and hated how my face melted the
paint i brushed across my pure face — so one more
time around, one more time around the joke of how
i tried to live.
:: 10.21.2021 ::
A REWRITE:
06.22.2023
IN THE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS
This global sphere, feasting upon the forest’s breath,
and MANKIND evades accountability’s sharp glare,
for this frenzied microcosm, of their creation laid bare.
Why do lips flirt with hunger’s dance,
and those in power garnish their gains,
with the sorrow of the silent – their cries merely stains?
The shadow of evil raps upon the entrance of the living,
abandon your religion of duplicity and loathing, unforgiving,
why is it, when minute beings nibble at your foundations,
you laud their actions and proceed with no reservations? The fog
of uncertainty swallows, and my attempt to stride forth…
will anyone rise to shield our earth? To save our Earth.
Seraphs tumble — pristine beyond pristine’s core,
a hush echoing innocence, so vast in its roar,
benevolently, an ounce of bygone splendor.no
further miracles may bloom — bless the divine of many faces,
and the fallen one who surpasses in traces.
I journeyed the distance, yet woke untransformed. In the echo
within my consciousness. The torment of stone’s tales
in perpetual motion — the day I dared to live bruised my essence
once more. The day when mother and father ascended, I grasped
our solitude: ask, ‘once more dance with mortality? once more
circle this spectral cloud of torment.
The torment was vast, and detested the distortion of my countenance,
the paint my own hands had gently caressed across my untouched visage — so once more
circle this circus, one more lap around the jest of how
I tried to live.
:: 06.22.2023 ::
Nature’s birth, so wild and free
A symphony of life, for all to see!
As I walk these paths alone
I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone.
My steps may falter, but I am strong
With every breath, I sing nature’s song
The wood and rock, the briar twine
All a part of this world so divine
With every step, my heart takes flight
For in nature’s embrace, all is right
The dewey moss, the fallen trees
All a part of nature’s melodies
For many miles, I walk this land
And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand
Tears may fall, but in its birth
Nature brings a love so pure and worth
So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember?
For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender
And though I may never hear you again
Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.
:: 02.26.2023 ::
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