because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured
my love is there
my love is there
of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance
but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life’s quadrature
:: 09-05-2018 ::
there is no need for apologies
the sun sat melting over
the stubborn day’s edge
as my love does for you
And tonight well this night
a messenger sent her touch
a message ultimately meant
for us
but the nightingale sang its
melodious voice and a
noblest wisdom ate the words
intentions are well meant but
ignorance an obscuring dusty
path
And the moon glow is a blanket for
jilted ghosts who have no
where to sleep
as me.
:: 09-03-2018 ::
Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;
The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer’s glow
a fall in grace!
there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!
:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::
l o v e. elephants too.
. ants. /\ R doing all that
couldn’t be done. Smiles Making
All that’s unmade and her SHE’s
best with peanut’s butter so LOVE
show me EASY not a thing so undone
save all who cannot be saved
hug the porcupine and the insane
and in the end it’s the moon or maybe
even Mars — where they inhale
Laughter and breath out NASA emblems
while teaching rovers to catch a star //
love love love ALL ||
:: 09-01-2018 ::
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.
:: 08-30-2018 ::
IF feelings are a thing
as sensations of stirring
and numbness a groom
without its bride
what of feelings
that include numbness,
for each of us to decide?
To favor feelings to live
as a gift bestowed surely
defeats if not ignores
the greedy plight of
numbness —
the disregard
of life!
:: 08-26-2018 ::
MY sweet guest today
visit but just me
within the parlor of
my Spirit
And tea for two;
one for me and the other
i sip for you
the lonely sacrament
this day.
My sweet guest
gratitude.
:: 08-26-2018 ::
Life! The incarcerated occupation!
Burdened to carry flesh and sentenced
to stow divinities spark behind cave
of bone.
Oh the maintenance! My legs as columns
that support an apartment complex; the
plumbing, the water works, faded windows,
the noisy neighbors!
The furnace burns within summer
The central air within deep of winter.
And from the attic is all to see!
The tended graveyard
The psyche hospital on the corner of
Lame and Feeble.
A police department for unruly poets
and the complimentary adjacent court house.
Ah. And the orphanage for unwanted children!
Is my neighborhood
Is my incarcerated occupation
Until my landlord evicts me,
and once again to be a FREED COSMIC SOUL!
:: 08-28-2018 ::
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
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