did I express a seemingly
vacant sentiment this morning?
I heard it on a window sill,
that smallest large-heart
sang and fluttered her wings!
and below the stories
of a concrete tower
the yellow cabs honk
as geese fly north;
the reflection upon
that windowpane is
my confession!
:: 03-09-2015 ::
i touched a flower
on Glisse 49
the sun was distant
but not so much
as the home of my blood;
my Earth gave to me.
It hurt
but the flower soothed
the circuits
of my heart
my humanity
is a gift by Man
but my Soul
by The Creator of All!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing of heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall!
the grace of wind!
:: 03-05-2015
THE EMPTY life and
what long black land!
half of life and then
the endless walk;
a heart full o’sorrow
large and low!
And hopeful hearts
beating leaping
in the secret room
of all it’s sleeping
dreaming pushing
prowling to quench
the speed in
the waking pain
of life!
:: 03-05-2015 ::
WHEN long, long dreams
stridently strolled
within a meadow-briar
soul-Sole waking
came upon a brightly
-bright speck of Golden
little lighting spot!
And thumbFinger gently
raised it toward
sky and evening stars!
And so, little spot
now the light of all
the worlds; so the sun!
And we choose our love;
some pebbles others
shadows and sometime
a great Light that brightly
burns warming Souls!
:: – ::
And if everything true
had a rightful place
would there be enough
space? I should believe
more room for all the wrong.
:: 01-22-2015 ::
to catch the gleam
bird-eye dove in
flight
and crashing river
over-pours my
cup of Life
i knew the nest
of crackedEggs
to watch the gleam
of baby eyes
the Feathers
of hungrySouls
always wishing
gentle winds
and yetScreams
the jet streams
of current’s life
:: 01-11-2015 ::
y IS a nothing, little KNOWN
childPAIN dead while LIFE
walks in [EXPLODING room]
walk! cry,
i had a spoon
babyMouth and SHOUT
‘why!…oh why! Meaty-hand
across the tender skin ofTears
sorry you forgot Jesus and
angels; Pontius saved me
and I ate tree bark days
so sorry while i sing
‘I am so me, alive
i am so child…’
the boss walks through
in my remembered blood
blood, song, words, pain
and i (h)ate the flesh
of my life!
y IS a nothing
little known child
dying each moment we
question, ‘is it so
is it so, so? i’m
still alive so alive
and i burn so burn
burn burn burn burn
all the lost hopes
of love that never
tried as hard as me,
just aFreak needing
the love of Jesus
:: 01-09-2015 ::
The true monsters
are the beautiful oddities
who live in the towns
we past on Interstates
The normal lives
in exit signs
that we never detour
:: 01-09-2015 ::
and when I awaken
in the dress
of morning sun
(and windows wide opened)
i hear the wind blowing
and her sweet voice singing
“sun shining so brightly
I adore you and all life
like a love that never dies”
And I wish to stay sleeping
in all my wishes, come true
Oh, darling you are a dream
I could never believe I’d live
And aren’t dreams sweetly hushed
by closed eyes dreaming you?
(Sun shining and winds blowing
heart moving and soul too)
So I awake in my dream
and take you within my arms
and if your dreams be whatever
they be take them and kiss
love and life and dream
a life you believe within!
:: 12-24 2014 ::
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