Tomorrow My Prophecy

i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.

i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.

tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.

speaks the poet
within my heart.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

 

 


My Emotions Are Prisoner to Fear

my emotions are prisoner
to fear of release.
i have seen love explode
: remnants of supernovae
and my one remaining fear:
i shall not have love again.

And then once i too walked
with love but was then
a shadow; then now i walk
along the rolling hills
hearing mocking shadows
knowing how much i took

 

this seed within my heart
with passion and color
grew; became a flower
that made good upon grace;
that love watered my roots
until the sun withered it

Which took everything
alas but my fear that
i shall not have love
again.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

 


deeper, Than Death.

deeper Than Death

so i have
broken the vow
of my soul

my Spirit says..
it isn’t so.”

t    hen   2 U”
just

DEATH

:: 10-07-2017 ::


a simple poem

The lightest moment
is not shape
nor color
but all
emotion.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


JUXTAPOSITION

wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


VIIII

Laughing is absolute freedom
while Wishing is the well of slavery
And Pain and suffering is the glue
to bind soul and spirit.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


So Many Faces

so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow

tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise

to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio

to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie

is human.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


The Nectar of My Life

Detached petal 
Beneath a midnight sun
Catch your kiss 
Before it’s gone
i have your skin 
Within my soul
You’ve no other 
To burn so i go
i'm still planted 
Within the garden
Of the dead 
Keeping my stem toward 
The midnight sun
i'm the one you 
Pulled to blow 
Twisting within 
The charcoal air
i'm the spirit 
With a bee 
Stealing all 
The nectar 
Of my life
And if i pollinate
Before i'm gone 
Let it be somewhere
The daylight sun goes
Because i'm the spirit
With a bee stealing all
The nectar of my life

:: 10-07-2017 ::

THE COSMIC NUMBER

So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part

shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure

And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from

The Numerical lunatic
asylum!

beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:

137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”

:: 10-05-2017 ::


I’m a Brain on a Leash

i’m a brain on a leash
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
leaving memories every
moment as i step into
another realm

a million scents and
no one to tell
the paws say how much
i love you all

well arf, growl and licks
scratch the ears to know
how orgasmic feelings are
and no one to tell

sniff, sniff, tears
riffs, riffs, fears
words, words, here

i ate my bowl o’ prison food
want to catch the cat too
tell her how much i love
how delicately she purrs

i’m a brain on a leach
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
licking hands that love
who love me too.

:: 10-05-2017 ::