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Tomorrow My Prophecy

i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.

i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.

tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.

speaks the poet
within my heart.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

 

 


So Many Faces

so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow

tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise

to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio

to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie

is human.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


The Nectar of My Life

Detached petal 
Beneath a midnight sun
Catch your kiss 
Before it’s gone
i have your skin 
Within my soul
You’ve no other 
To burn so i go
i'm still planted 
Within the garden
Of the dead 
Keeping my stem toward 
The midnight sun
i'm the one you 
Pulled to blow 
Twisting within 
The charcoal air
i'm the spirit 
With a bee 
Stealing all 
The nectar 
Of my life
And if i pollinate
Before i'm gone 
Let it be somewhere
The daylight sun goes
Because i'm the spirit
With a bee stealing all
The nectar of my life

:: 10-07-2017 ::

VIII

IN quiet moments
My brain screams
Delightful sun rays
Melting inside me
The grass is green
the fence slowly
rotting.
:: 10-04-2017 ::

Don’t You Dare You Can’t Catch Me

 

the light is coming beyond a morning’s curve
expectations of a day with hours
and i don’t know oh where does it go?
pennies falling within a funnel
minds too and love for fools

Time a piece of Meringue pie
baked in an oven ; a large glass
or metal bowl
as the world asks, ‘where does
time go?’

While walking down a street
(don’t you dare you can’t catch me)
the weak lie crossing the road
a hole within my sole reaching out
to the lost one’s within the cracks

The cobbler has his awl and knows
space has it’s mistress ‘time’
and we know how that goes

Don’t you dare you cannot feel me
anymore
Don’t you dare you cannot look
for me anymore
Don’t you dare you can’t catch me.

:: 10-04-2017 ::


AUTUMN IS NOW FULL

 

AND Autumn is now full
it is coloring life.

The skies spread streaks of finding love,
the cool air, embracing, waving hands.

A moment captured is no prisoner
when two hearts share the moment.

The long lookers seeking sights
as numberless souls of time wishing.

And the orchestral and the hearts, as knowing
dream as dreams believe in the dreamer.

And nature provides these invited two
their loving silence.

We two stand up and express gratitude
through a mass of kisses and hugs.

The world is nature and we are too.

:: 09-23-2017 ::


NOCTURNES BY MIDNIGHT

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.

Knows.

And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
The unknown.

:: 09-13-2017 ::


IF LOVE TOOK ME

IF love took me
take me my love
when breathing is
you breathing with me
and life is at
it’s most loving.

And nighttime:
my hand upon your
breast keeps time
as an arm of the hour
stealing moments
within our dark.

As jaws of Cupid open
my priest of pain
begins to sing:
“Ruby heart, padlocks
and all, deployed by
angels smiling
thunderbolt-lust;
and i, too frail.”

Drowning in wishing-
like sea swells
like if love took me
take me my love
across the night
into the dews, and the
‘give me everything
i wish/give me everything
i love/where life is at
it’s most loving.

:: 08-27-2017 ::

 


THE SINCEREST LIAR

MY mind (because it taught me) loves me

Who minds when lies are sugar coated

Within all my ruin it called me lovely

I never begged for mercy when my face

turned blue

because the most sincerest liar is the

\mind/
+

Laughing with a straight jacket on

for dinner as a bug within my ear

said it all;  no one has a choice

but to accept free will so we all

sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d

I ever go wrong?”

:: 08-20-2017 ::


THE LEAST FAVORITE THINGS

That within my hands
are the crumbled lives
of ghosts who have passed
me by
And when like a wounded demon
that begs so perfectly saying
all the lies I wish were true
These are the least favorite things
I find within my life

When the world closes its eyes
and love moves away like a train
from purgatory’s station
When like a sentenced soul
the judge turns away from shame
then my life has been
but a sweet memory
and the most wonderful
pain of all…

:: 08-19-2017 ::