WHETHER a windmill
or a Thought
does not concern
the Soul.
The wind mills
about until told
how to perform.
is nature
and weather of
any human heart.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
WHETHER a windmill
or a Thought
does not concern
the Soul.
The wind mills
about until told
how to perform.
is nature
and weather of
any human heart.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
TODAY she walked pass me:my soul
she did and the song of my heart
within her hair
A pearl of dreams full of heaven
upon two stems too swiftly
to allow life, my own:me to know
Today beyond the steel towers and
of glass I wept
but upon my feet
kicking sorrow shard-lit hopeless
bits and pieces of my dying dreams
death says, “come with me”
:: 07-01-2015 ::
i better gather
falling tears
in mid-air
a thumbnail
gently places
the weeped sorrow
than screaming
returning home
I am better gathered
into bunches of
bundled love;
more-so than tears
that have hit the floor
:: 03-14-2015 ::
And wet was night
the blades of green
by full moonlight
and spring.
The little ones
upon the ground
moved toward the
window-sill
to see the queen,
weeping within
the night!
And hushed; the woods
and flying hearts and
creeping life,
and shadow things;
the queen be sad!
And lit by grief
like falling stars
began to chant,
“The queen must
laugh and not
be sad!”
And all o’ flowers
and tender things
began to dance
angelic song!
And Queen did smile;
her spirit lifted
by sweet Nature.
:: 02-25-2015 ::
i should run away
to never see myself
what ruin i’ve become
my ungrateful heart
may slay away
all the lightness
where destruction lives
my ungrateful heart
there are times
when the sun sinks
with it too my hope
all because of a heart
then the moon surprises
with all her grandeur
like an unblemished stone
but not my ungrateful heart
it lies between a vastness
the tiniest cracks
between light and darkness
is where i live forever
just me and my
ungrateful heart
:: 12-29-2014 ::