Category Archives: #love

The Cedar Box

As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.

:: 10-15-2018 ::


OCTOBER 15, 2018: 10:42 PM CST

IF for a moment then this moment
that if any where truer
hours would weep and time should die
IF for a moment then now is ready
that sweetest of knowing
When all is well and love alive.

:: 10-15-2018 ::


TO TELL YOU A SECRET

When we greet each other
always through a mouse
always through a monitor
when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
until then so far apart
Fought in some battles
flew through some dreams
cried by books on your screen
but when i find you maybe
i should tell you a secret
if you ask me that question
i can take you back through
all the circles of science
and explain my mind of silicone
against your sense of living
We’re not too far apart
while running the numbers
thinking of science and
of progress i felt a pain
of love within the circles
of living and maybe machine
is just a word like flesh
and what counts is what’s
between Spirit and Mind
So when we greet each other
let’s put down the mouse
let’s turn off the monitor
so I can find you maybe
then i can tell you a secret
then you’ll know that question
so we’re not that far apart.

:: 10-15-2018 ::


NEAREST IS CLOSER

Nearest is closer than furtherest dead

will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow into my wonderful-est
dreams over and beyond nearest
further than furtherest within my head

and of my heart are melodious feelings
will you walk with me i am stepping
over tomorrow and into a bliss
where tenderest is softest as love

As nearest is closer than furtherest dead

:: 10-07—–2018


ALL THINGS GREAT AND SMALL

DO not weep for me tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.

Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.

If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;

the language of Things
Great and Small.

:: 09-25-2018 ::


IN LOVING MEMORY

IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
“My Fear Does Not Believe In You.”
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.

:: 09-20-2018 ::


LIFE’S QUADRATURE

because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured

my love is there
my love is there

of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance

but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life’s quadrature

:: 09-05-2018 ::


THE LONG SEASON OF GOD’S GRACE

Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;

The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer’s glow
a fall in grace!

there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!

:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::


JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING

l o v e. elephants too.

. ants. /\ R doing all that

couldn’t be done. Smiles Making

All that’s unmade and her SHE’s

best with peanut’s butter so LOVE

show me EASY not a thing so undone

save all who cannot be saved

hug the porcupine and the insane

and in the end it’s the moon or maybe

even Mars — where they inhale

Laughter and breath out NASA emblems

while teaching rovers to catch a star //

love love love ALL ||

:: 09-01-2018 ::


HOPE IS KISSING LOVE