a creeping chill throws me cold: t he
skies have t urn SEPIA AND i completely
utterly melt into each word
birth’d — this elegie betrays the poet;
a confession unburdens the Spirit — you
are reading about the me of ‘i’ have always
loved you |mia /i shall meet you again to-now
within the theater of my Soul sure, sometimes
i have concern for the world as it continues
to devour my Feelings and sensibilities.
when can i love you again?
:: 03.24.2020 ::
when the heart is shattered the world turns black & cold
you either swim in the light of dust (across sunlit-Glory)
roads or float through life & space
so fuC*ing a l one
unless i am with you
the walls & madness become
a nuclear-cloud of fears
when the heart is shattered
bruised-Love accents are lips
spokenWild and the heart’s
echoes are as musicSplendor
S W I M into space
Orion hides your Face
I’d die with you if
sunlit-Glory is ever
d e s t r o y e d.
:: 03.06.2020 ::
poetry is more than words
it is a stage
it is a canvas
it is the sky
by colliding objects
by smothering silences
by squelching shouts
there is the rhythm
of a post-language
in eternal force!
:: 05-10-2019 ::
my sweet precious Living
Life by a kindest Soul
before rains the Sun
does not know Tears
are small Oceans in
largest doses becomes
my Sweet Precious
i am living spaces
as stairs climbing
two-by-two in Time
toward the Heart’s
:: 11-09-2018 ::
As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit
these emotions swimming
indecision is winning
help me —
i’ve got no mission
help me —
i’m full of rivets
i’m all broke within
these thoughts crawling
further away from god
you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die
help me —
i’m waking up drowning
help me —
i’m too complicated
And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit
:: 09-28-2018 ::
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
The wait as
a fall in grace!
there i knew
as stung beelike
where i buried
just a memory
the long season
of God’s Grace!
:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::
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
:: 08-26-2018 ::
IT comes from above
above all war
And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow
But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan
emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.
IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.
Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.
HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes
HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.
and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.
And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?
:: 08-11-2018 ::
AND for every memory whose hands have touched
my hungry lonely moments; I am always here,
between laughter and weeping; singing and
shouting. Just today (which I realize is
everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack
that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of
gold. And while I write feeble words to express
emotions that are unobtainable the other more
whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant
land; a place where upon the grace of God
laid a golden egg that born my true peace and
happiness. Her love constructed my world
before she was born and before I knew her
human name. The indescribable has a song
and colors and feelings; the light between
swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a
new word; the touch of tender sight and
undying kisses from a breeze from nature.
And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
:: 09-13-2017 ::