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THE EVERLASTING SECOND

A merry-goes round
tipsy-turbulent turby
Oh Merry’s-go round more
and what are you waiting for?
Is it the rabbit you’re looking for
so far down the rabbit’s hole?
Me–but which book within the Universal
Library should I read? There are an infinite
number of books!
The Light–if you read just one of these books
then you’ve read them all!
Aaaaah oooooh i drift past the moment
with my deep head within the clouds
and zebras on tram trains singing with
undulating umbrellas//simply blown away\\

:: 08-19-2018 ::


FAME WITHIN OUR VICTORY

i declare fame within our victory

a proclamation to an end

Something biblical by human hands

Providing the light of the way

By dove

By flower of joy

the dew-meadow precious trust

AND away

hate, fire, damnation,

fear and Resistance to Love!

:: 08-04-2018 ::


i AM THE ONE

i am the focus
of this space ___
a mote of dust
with memory
in its place
i am the big reveal
all within and
without myself
i allow the sun to fall
and the moon to take
its place

tough and strong
i could fall for you
if not for where i’ve been
it’s everywhere
in every way
with every song
with every word
spoken to my face.

i am the one known
in every language
i am the one love
and hated by all
the human race

I AM THE THOUGHT THAT GREW
FROM ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.

:: 08-11-2018 ::


IT COMES FROM ABOVE

IT comes from above
above all war

And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow

But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan

emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.

IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.

Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.

HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes

HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.

and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.

And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?

:: 08-11-2018 ::


LISTEN ATHENA!

Dear! Broken is the heart
if nature not adored
and if zip-splashed colors
upon tender Spring petals
does not soften the Soul!

And brevity like sudden
delight pleases reading
eyes!

:: 08-06-2018 ::


A BROKEN SPADE

A morning’s fear broke through my
bedroom’s window pane
The color black choked the remnants
of my dream — it’s taste, the pink
of pain

i kiss my darkest ghosts goodbye
and embraced my lover’s secret place

THAT out of this ruin
from dust of violence
you created paradise
THAT now my ocean is
this deeper blue &
all my pain within a wooden crate
floats miles from screaming faces

And a hole dug as deep as a man
is tall holds a broken spade,
rusted like my ancient thoughts.
Today i vow to never allow my
ghosts to feast on fear or pain.

:: 08-06-2018 ::


AM I HERE?

art and poetry


Dew Pressed Evening Light

From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.

:: 08-03-2018 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – IV

AND if we dream.
Quietly as though  the babbling brook
demands so.

AND there by the trees
a hobble-cobble moon goes telling
sweet thoughts.

WITH pine in air
and stiff nipples / expectations like dreams
touching goals.

There are no impossibilities
just fears and blocked roads
by brain we the insane
mostly never overcome!

:: 09-30-2017 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – III

A very busy mind full of broken
shaped happy forgottens
two eyes to see A third
to know

This hand and that tongue
this foot and that lovely
word:

CYNOSURE

IT HAS those many points and
like matrix math it flips/
flops over all other points/
like my thinkingMAYBE
might be a bruise upon
deceptive causes

And those goddamn questions!
poking a calm bed of ants
prickly scalp scratching
ideas LIKE those we all
tuck inside our lower basements
until the snow comes

My fire burns very brightly
to incinerate the weakest won!
:: 09- 30-2017 ::