Tag Archives: #life

EMPTY WORDS

Empty words, emotionally inward —

a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself

Running away to a very last one.

The tears turn dry.

As love cries.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


CAROUSEL

AS they fall

gently fall

From high tree

to ground

are dreams

as leaves

A season

to believe

The world!

a carnival

As we upon

a carousel

We dream upon

a merry-go-round!

:: 01-17-2018 ::


I ADORE THIS NATURE

A POET’S life is fraught with many obstacles
To experience our full emotions detaches us
from the rest — while inspecting the focus
of our obsessions.

We tend to love coffee, cigarettes, love,
and drama to fuel our Soul and art, art
art! We fumble across our feelings,
twist and tie our hearted-hands.

And the world seems against us all!

The world we love and respect by all
our means!

But, there is one essence of our being:

we are nature’s very creature!
the unspeakable ray of light to open
a tulip’s budding leaf
the silent wave crashing against
the inside plate of white bone
that discovers something new.

This disease is a lovely thing
that eats all my corruptible
physical being. And I adore this Nature!

:: 12-28-2017 ::


YOUNG MAN

young man LOOK behind
those that came before
you
young man a lot like me
a lot like you before
me (before I was 24)
And time and life is
a lot like space time just
us
I’ve lived inside my mind
— just a paradise
like a heart that won’t
die like so many before us
Oh lullaby i say like a
rusty nail that won’t
get tossed
oh love, i need someone
who will love me
the whole day through
so much so i sing
your lullaby
watching everyone
walking through the
looking glass —
but i’m all for you
So young man
love begets love
and fear less
If you want a life.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


THE WORLD PART THREE OF WAR

THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders

The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming

But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.

And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!

:: 12-23-2017 ::


WE DREAM SO BIG

A young young man
a soul so old
a heart full of gold
a mind full of worry
a spirit like fire

My my oh my!

Stepping tripping over words
formulating ghosts from the
world — like all society!

Today is conception aborted
like unpainted canvases
unwritten novels
half spoken truths
Just going from failure to failure
without losing yourself
like the life journey; taking
the first step of a thousand miles

A conversation (catch the myth,
catch the drift, catch the mystery)

And all is a dream so big and we
all dare to fail!

Today’s soul is so high on tech
what you think
what you speak so loud most
cannot hear!

The young one
with a soul so old!
a heart full of hope
A mind full of worry
a spirit like fire!

My my, oh my!

:: 12-08-2017 ::


A HEART OR MAYBE TWO

I have a heart or maybe two
One for me and one for you

My heart is broken
Maybe yours too

Let’s forget it all
And hang out on the clouds

The sun is all but gone
But still I have a gun

I think I’m done
Being happy

Just being happy

If I were like them
I could pretend

Just to be happy
Just to be happy

A done bun
Never undone.

Wish I was happy.

:: 12-06-2017 ::


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!


EAT THE SUN

i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.

I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.

One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!

Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |

Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.

All of the good within this universe.

 

:: 11-22-2017 ::

 


I AM FORGIVING

I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.

To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.

Living is dying and we do so slowly.

But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?

My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.

And I love everyone.

:: 11-14-2017 ::