Now my Gown and Tulle
feel the Wind that weaves a Shade –
and on the roof i cannot tell
since the picture there is –
because Time, a Form, stood a-hiding
and well It did.
Words and Music (my own)
Performed by James Dale
“He is oft-injured by his men
or with their Menages,
‘I think I hear him say:
“His Portents are the Dews –
His Words the Dews – and Mine –
His Ends are Ieya’s.
“I wish this next Scene were ended
with the Destination of my own Fate –
“The Flight of Orpheus, I suppose,
“Off the Coast of Homer’s Folly –
Or Death – to Eternity.”
Futility was King in the play, under the pen of D. H. Lawrence.
I hope he was a reader of Shakespeare.
Well, I cannot write about this.
It is really too late.
There was an early book, and there is always another.
The fact that Lawrence is a poet is very well known;
and many of his poems have been put to music.
i have heard those – sometimes for many times – though
i should hate to go against the dead.
A great deal is being written about D. H. Lawrence
in the second decade of the twenty-first century.
:: 01.26.2021 ::
Listen. Today i lost my voice — it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants. If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience. Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it’s sharp and exquisite edge.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.
:: 09.11.2020 ::
the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
:: 08.04.2020 ::
IT has no effect to stop the
crying and screaming of my
brother while he is dreaming —
i found us sleeping between
Life and Death.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
MY part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave of ocean
that my dreams becomes Life
and as one what more
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most
So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding
:: 07.15.2020 ::
SEAS undulate a heavy wave
I see —
one too late
my fall-season life save
what a tear
— in that vast ocean
one who counts such sorrow
HE knows — comfort come
my seas pull me in that satin
bed sheets to eternally sleep
:: 03-13-2014 ::
all within my head
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me
:: 05.15.2020 ::