Category Archives: #love

THAT TODAY IN MY HEART

THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion

Pain obscures light.

Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.

Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.

Love can never die.

And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise

So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.

:: 11-02-2018 ::


I COULD YOU CAN

i could be your butterfly
with a kiss
i could be your never-die
and you’d miss
i could say hello my dear
and you’d smile
i could be all or nothing
but i’d miss

all of me
all of you
all of me

You can keep the diamond rock
and the bill
you can sing a song of love
so i’ll heal
you can kick me to the curb
with the trash
you can call me from the dead
with my head in hands

i could you can
i could you said
i could we did

:: 10-27-2018 ::


CLAM-SHELL MOUTH

I kissed your clam
shell’d mouth
you bit back life
We strolled on
down the hill
full of sun and thrill
You laughed
at my confession
and left me
ghost-shadow’d
It was all
a deception
like it matters now

so what happens
to us now
so what matters
isn’t how
it’s all decisions
within deceptions
is all that matters
now now now

::: 10-25-2018 ::


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 ::