In love, and half mad. I am stronger
holding my tongue and swear to nothing.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
THE STORM
With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy
But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won
IF i lose you, that
is my fear.
And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.
Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us
that we could never be
these Winds could be
as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,
forever us free.
:: 09-23-2017 :
NO EXCHANGE FOR TRUTH
NO EXCHANGE FOR TRUE
AS a lover i have forgiven everyone
but myself
AS a vegabon my bundle is what’s
left of a heart
That there is only one true love
and the rest shadows we chase
is nothing more than tragedy
And what of it. That
pain and suffering feel bright
and hurting: my love your love
feels bright and hurting too.
So life is everything within
the bundle I now carry as a poor
man. My only gift is truth.
and yet no coins to exchange
for this experience but I keep
it all for me and you.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
SIMPLY, THE LESS IF VARIABLE OF LIFE
SIMPLY, the less if variables of life
AND DEATH.
We surpass.
In the most simplest accord we
Decline the complexity of most
Examples of truth
Deferring our weakness through
Knowledge that we are all within
The GREAT DARKNESS of history.
And which country, planet or
Heavenly realm may deny?
It has always been the
Diabolical plan to obfuscate
Understanding and why?
The truth is nothing of the
Likes we have imagined.
It creeps by ways of human
Urgency: art, poetry, music
And oratory finesse.
THAT we are creators
Imbued with the likeness
Of our Father. This Father
Is not father nor mother
But the genesis of all things
— Things with meaning; with
Reason.
Strip away language and
Embrace intuition and emotion
And the truth is simply
THERE.
:: 09-20-2017 ::
WHERE THE EARTH ENDS OH WHERE!
Where Earth ends oh where!
By the furthest shores?
By the cusp of a volcano?
By the edge of ship’s fall?
The unknown is not met dear
Until your lips touch mine
For the waves lap shores
For the volcano burns hot
For the ship has sails!
And our hearts — the golden
Ratio of divine proportion
And our thoughts the fabric
Of wakeful dreams so dream
We do!
We do!
We do!
Where Earth ends it ends
It ends within the space
Of our eternal hearts
It ends within the 7th wave
Of a message sent by love
It ends boiling as lava
Which flows between hands
And it ends at the bow
As our journey by the front
As our love by the front
As our dreams first my love
Our paradise is the lovely
Where angels weep gently
For the grace of our love
By the truth of all things
Namely the love of us!
:: 09-20-2017 ::
GHOSTS, DEMONS, ANGELS AND FRIARS
THAT coalescing threat of fear, death,
That singular fact, it was not friendly
but a sound caressing the ears
Raising temperatures of moaning fever
And while dreaming was no release
And not evening wakefulness naively
Determined i found a third attempt
To relieve the crunching sounds so near
Inside of me i flew toward towers of
Steeples whose roofs were silver lips
And the colossal hips of Creator
And ghosts, demons, angels, and friars
AND all i see all without eyes
And all i taste so tasteful
Without lust upon the tip of tongue
Was this razor tipped extravagant mind
oh… i believe
oh… so believe
oh… my pilot of love
And a song from my ageless suit
of amour as hammers hoisted,
steel turning, piercing flesh
came the true friend: death
So… truth is sharp
so… who touches an edge
and is not cut to the soul
oh! And all i see
is as the sun and
a colorful ground
beneath the breasts
of You
and the feeling
of all the Love
searching — i follow
the shadow of my married
one. You. Me.
:: 09-18-2017 ::
THE PUZZLE OF THE BUFFALO
THIS dream.
I am walking through a tunnel between the streets. Air as thick
as my misconceptions of life. The gutters are gone but my fears
fulfill the deed.
A passing light of brilliant orbs dazzle me then I am walking
across a cache of weapons and I see my feet amongst others.
The wolves’ den.
“Who are you?” One asks.
I am a dream walker.
“Are you crazy?” asks another.
No. I am here for reasons unknown.
“Kill him.” says the one with shifty eyes.
Why would you wish this?
“He’s a pig.”
No.
“Bro, do you have buffalos running around within
your head?”
Yes.
“Let him go.”
I love you all and please learn from this: if you
do all that is told then you are not living a brilliant
life as you can.
And the buffalos will trample you one soon day.
I wake up.
:: 09-17-2017 ::
THERE ARE AT TIMES MORE SAID
Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!
:: 09-17-2017 ::
PREGNANT IS MY WORRY
pregnant is my worry! many months
before it was born. the morning
sickness and swollen skin of my
mind and that of heart!
And finally that which was born
nothing more than fanthom
gestation!
:: 09-17-2017 ::
in vain we search truth
who knows? we greet the growing greens
each spring that grow.
loving how nature keeps life growing
and growing is many things for
every mind that seeks just a single
answer. It is the single mouth
hungry for truth.
These legs we walk upon are freeing
themselves when walking through
mysterious paths of greenry and
then, sometimes we find a nest
or fallen trunk o’ tree in front
of our path. Do we stop?
All a part of the mind.
But the heart which knows;
has taken the bark into its
mouth. And the mind endure.
It is how the tears of clouds
fall toward the skies below
it’s bent knees. And by due
exchange chemistry for love.
:: 09-15-2017 ::
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