Category Archives: #poems

THE TIRED DREAMER

Climbing away
from the dream
went a dreamer
who was alive.

Climbing away
from the dream.

He spoke aloud,
with a tired mouth
which was numb
from his sleep.

Climbing away
from the dream.

In the dark of night
he spoke:

“Awake from the dream!”

He climb away from
the dream into
another.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


MY HEART HAS ASKED OF ME

My heart has asked of me, by the stream
it asked of me:

(What feelings are if anything, truth.)

Do the trees sing their songs
when the wind blows?

The spider web sways but maintains.

When your legs are moving along life’s
twisting paths, do I (your heart)
speak softly to you?

The witness are the clouds above you.

As the tears come who sees your
shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call of nothingness,
that spins your mystery.

And sunrise is a wondrous gift
and sunset but a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


My heart Speaking

MY heart. Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
Is how my teeth have
broken.
Now mumbling.
Babbling nonsense!

:: 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 ::


DARLING LIGHT

DARLING light whose gentlest touch
might by brightest light guide
my love of life upon this night
Guide my trust
Guide if must
And forgive the rest of my weakest
traits within those hands called fate
My Darling Light that lives
and dwells within my Soul and Spirit
And saves me this night
Save my trust
Save if must
by gentlest touch this night

:: 09-30-2018 ::


WEATHER REPORT

IT rained ruinously down the streets went the
raging day’s temperament
The dog’s barking and snapping at the droplets
of regretful tears that grew into monstrously
huge violence
A hailed cab stood no chance and a failed
businessman took his clothes off and dove
headfirst into the gutter of despair
The young mother with her stroller hoisted
her sails and allowed squally wind to
pacify the cute cuddly cherub
\no other thing existed. The world
was all empty pending the eleven o’clock
news./

Unpredictable — as is nature.

:: 09-29-2018 ::


INVISIBLE AND BROKEN

INVISIBLE and broken
are we
unknown to our own kind
are we
indefensible and ruined
are we

Our life is mystery
Our life is heartbreak
Our life is evil
Our life is worst off

together
so broken
and shameless

No heartbeat between us
divided between day & night
gazing from the gutter
of a private dark heaven
is our life

Getting closer to god
Getting closer to life
Getting closer to meaning

it will never be
it can never be
forever stalking
those unlike you and me

We are the creatures
of the Night.

:: 09-29-2018 ::


PENETRATION OF SPIRIT

these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit

these emotions swimming
indecision is winning

help me —
i’ve got no mission

help me —
i’m full of rivets

i’m all broke within
my insides

these thoughts crawling
further away from god

you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die

help me —
i’m waking up drowning
help me —
i’m too complicated

And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit

:: 09-28-2018 ::


SOME THROUGH THE BRAIN

SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart —
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day

For some a prison
by thoughts

whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls

i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!

:: 09-26-2018 ::


The Almost Unspeakable