You survive
to keep the gods
in check
the heart strives
early mornings
for a worm to peck!
The bluejay is true
:: 11-17-2014 ::
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S U RV IV AL
LITTLE BIRD
Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving
Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night
And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting
I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be
Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming
And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!
:: 11-13-2014 ::
HI-TECH GOLEM
The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell. It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.
I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,
It’s inviting; at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.
An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.
A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.
Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.
My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,
But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…
NOT YET…
:: 11-13-2014 ::
THE HORIZONTAL FENCE
UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
THE BLACK MIRROR
I GAZED into the mirror’s back
there I saw the world’s eyes
the beauty and horror
of all our humankind!
Even my own eyes I saw
weeping for a blind eye!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
THE SURFACE OF WATERY SKIES
UPON the surface of watery skies
below the waves of forgotten memory
you forgot the smile and her sun
and I drowned in daily life
And for just today you remember
a silent gaze for the moment
you saw my smile in your heart
upon the surface of watery skies
You swore a law you never abide
so you broke the half of sun
in my arms you fell inside
and the skies forever cry
If you ever stay in a place
i watch your feet as they run
always away into watery skies
i forgot the sun in his jealous way
And i swim up above reaching sky
while i see my heart drowning
below the waves of forgotten memory
and you forgot the smile and her sun
while i drown in daily life //
:: 11-10-2014 ::
THE FORGOTTEN TRUTH
AND when you hear God-speak
does your mind weepingly think
what am I and where is this?
and the purpose slippery fish
lost within that vast ocean
And do you sense a smelling love
of fragrant rose with your name
that all was made just for you
and all is a part of your heart
like the stars — your children too?
The secret is the truth
that tucked-away memory
a treasure chest in sands
awaiting your fingers to grasp
Dreams are memories like life!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
ACROSS THE GOD-HAND COSMOS
Soully by falling heartFeet
i held you lunar love,
the constant companion
over me lighting darkness
A whisper across spaceless
timeWalls sweet Light
my Lunar lovely one!
And all clearly now for me
not division of thought
but by love of precision
I see you up there hanging
across the GodHand Cosmos
And though distance stings
Our midnight kisses memories
And though the sun comes again
I still know the gently softness
of your Lunar Light Breasts
I share the love and beauty
of your gracefull presence
and hunger besets my days
while waiting for My Luna!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
MY VEINS BLEEDING WORDS
1
I thrust my head upward
though skewered by
my sharply limping words
and see the prose in my veins
of the promise for clarity
in this wet bag of blood!
When does flesh ever know
purity when decay is it’s friend?
2
That I know when an eye sees
the setting of a sun
another sees it rise!
And what of love and death?
Does the same eye see heaven
while another hell which seems
to be all the same as the sun?
I believe the impossible is true.
3
And the parts of all of me too,
see long beginnings and someThing;
the abstract as if it were insight
by my own admission I am delusional
And time melts the salt from my tongue
Its vague touch asserts a personal nature
but I am not soulDead, it’s not for me
in the cosmic corner Jester cries
:: 11-08-2014 ::
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