A PARCHMENT OF MYSTERY

 I AM the Heart.  The Spirit.
The wings of flight and love.
The many illusions of living,
Feeling, and even betrayal.

  And the small and great
Things upon four feet.
The stem reaching for the sun.
The grains of innumerable sands

Across the dry lands and the
Crystal-snow of high mountains.

Love.  It is all and everything.
Within the molecule and the edge
Of a growing universe.

To live and know the unknown
Is terribly lonely.

But Love, love!

The greatest mystery!

:: 12-05-2017


LETTER TO THE WORLD

TO everyone who has given all ~~

AND to all that have given everything;

Blessed you are and Soul.

 

That we all are born poor and that

Many die the same; to those who

Have learned, monetary wealth is

That great illusion!

 

To all who have figured — and

Shapes are words with cutting

Edges but speaking from the heart

Is softness; I say well done.

 

Bravo!

 

IF poetry is your weakness then

Love is your weapon; not to harm

But to oppress the evil that is

Abound within this realm of

Meager existence!

 

:: 12-04-2017 ::


TICK AND TALK

KNEW you as a little child
like me you were so small
watch the clock tick and
talk my little child

So inside me
So inside you
We burn

Love like wind when
the seasons go when
the air blows

Once innocent then grown
Once loved then discarded
So inside me as within you
we burn

Everyone is a killer
Everyone is dying
Everyone kills themselves

Saw you smile / withered now
oh we burn we burn like the
lost seasons of dreams

Adults as dead children
Adults living a lie
Adults lost within life

:: 12-04-2017 ::


THERE IS NO DEATH

death is a weak spoken word
as tinder burning — my love?
We were alive! Once, when
we saw the clouds covering
the quiet land in purple
and blues my dear.

The river was rushinng
thrashing and weathering
the ancient rocks —
our hearts, too!

Many believe death is end
but for lovers the beginning!
I shall be soft while I
conqueor the living now;
I will speak your name
and the celestial beings
— they already weep!


COLD DECEMBER

Ah some untouched woman
screaming my name:
dreaming my name as
a wish — she dreams;
I see: every moment
of what it could have
been!

:: 12-03-2017 ::


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:: _12-03-2017 ::


BRIGHT IS THE SUNLIGHT SOUL

BRIGHT is the sunlight soul
of brilliant skies!

And love is thrusted unto
the world by divine warmth!

And Kisses like a raging river
fills the belly of lonley lovers
and we weep we weep for joy!

The morning divided by shade
of a curtain called night!
The heart by pain and love
oh! Love is the Sun of all!

i saw a bushy tailed rabbit
sink into her hole! Finding
love within Mother Earth!

OH! Salvation! Salvation!
WE are the kiss given by
the One — by the One
Who gave precious Forgiveness
The forgiveness of All Us!

Lord! God! The Universe
Our Mother!

:: 12-03-2017 ::


AND WHAT IS LOVE

AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.

WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.

And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.

Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!

:: 1o2-03-2017 ::


MY SAD WINDOW

i looked outside my sad window
and ate a piece of my heart
; felt the cold through the glass
window of this old home.
bidding time biting nails
and hear the bell tower at
6 pm — everything but you
So i called my mother – she was
out painting colors like
the sky at sunset so i put
upon my flesh (the raincoat)
from the pouring rain
Everything but you
Bit the upper flesh of my lip
and tucked inside my heart
from all the pain all the pain
— and I know dear, you love me;
you were meant for me and I for you;

I stood within the vast emtipness
of a field; shed the poison of
hurt and tramau and knelled inside
the mud and frozen dirt. If not
for my human form I could be just
the brilliant light within my Soul
; and if you failed to notice,
if you failed to see — love deserves
more than foolish games; word play,
terrible stares; horrible words.

:: 12-01-2017 ::


FEAR AND TYRANNY

MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone
Love and Spirit have defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping hole
that can only be filled by Light
and Soul.

Gripping my throat
gripping my soul
gripping all life;

Is my fear
is my fear
is all my
undying fear

AND my lover, the other;
the woman who stole my
heart — i gave her all
my bad and good; and my
heart always to this one too!

Don’t you breath upon me
my fear!
don’t you tread upon me
the evil one!

If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie these
facts: that  most hearts are black
but never within my deepest dreams!

:: 12-01-2017 ::