I WAS lost
— when i died
from love
A victim of faith
and sincerity
bringing home
— reality
As flowers bloom
— beneath the sun
only words and acts
alone won’t lend
the magic that love
— upon depends
But within my heart
— the romantic lives
and knows one day
— here will she be
and then I will know
— she is my love
–01/25/2013–
I made a meal
for you and me
but my plate
was bare
— save the porcelain
— one for you
The truth
of this matter
as surely you may know
— I cannot eat a meal alone
So I watch your plate
and silver fork
and know where
this scene will go
— as my thought wanders
across the big unknown…
Today I placed
a vase of flowers
upon your burial stone
— in the rain
Mourning is the meal I eat alone
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THERE is an entrance
into this world
— the comfort room
that we depart
A way station
for the souls
between past
and future life
It is the meet
and greet for all
before new
skin suits
— go bravely
Again we
shall meet!
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UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
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I CUDDLED my emotions
when fear brought me roses
and knew that such ways
— as me
can play an instrument
— psychosis
Simpler to just praise it all
the good and bad
— and sad and fears
an occasional bottle
— of broken tears
then to wrap it up
and embrace the birth of death
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AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within your life
would you — could you — accept them back
from death to dust and an urn
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared – could you?
and all the adjustments you made — evaporate
The new lover what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole within your heart
a new baby but not from him — what then?
The possibilities of a return, some sweet
but most a hidden poison — you think secretly
But in the end (their end) sprang new possibility
You live your life as best you can
especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the light
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ONCE again, as night falls
and I quiver from the pain
of absolute lonlieness
my heart races toward
unseen places —
where do I go
to find that place
where broken hearts
die alone
I fear —
fear the answer
such is my mind
to realize —
in death we gain
the love we lost
:::::
WE do not know why death grips the soul
in our innocence we play-tell — a know
but in our beds within a dark room
we fear the answer even though it hides
Why does truth cower in darkness —
like a beacon of light it should guide our path
but when it comes to the big ending — it hides
So I confess that such a thing as death —
is more a coward than the littlest of man
And that being such as it is my faint hearted ones
in truth we tower above the darkness that engulfs us
and the light within is a greater truth than death
:::::
A TIDE of
unceasing fear
like falcon-clutched throat
belies my appearance in light
On the surface —
no ripple
beneath the veil
a crashing winter ocean
To be…
one wave short
of a shipwreck
— without rescue boat
Abandon deck
all below
we sink
with mast and sail
Who cries
for the lost
at sea — the gulls shriek
beneath the tides —
the souls
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