and if not for the melancholy pebbles lining our narrow path and if not for the bruised-throated mourning birds' sorrow how else if not through faith how else if not through love that all shadows can stand that all light within be strength and if not for God an impossibility and if not for Love an impossibility! :: 04-08-2017 ::
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AND IF NOT FOR
LACRIME DI DOLORE
LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)
oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear
Always will be for me!
:: 02-10-2017 ::
OK, DRIVE SAFELY
[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.
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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::
PLASTIC CHOCOLATE CLOUDS
Oh Mary is a little lamb
she bled where she lay
and the dead cried “me!”
On a wondrous sea,
saline sailing,
silently Ho! Pilot,ho!
I never knew plastic
chocolate clouds
could ever taste
this — so good
riddance my lamb
She bleats me badly
a blue-yellow bruise
crushed my heart
and we sang,
“Oh, Mary is a little
bitch and bled where
she lay — they shout,
“Me!”
And the silent Southern
moss-grown streets
like a New Orleans
sweet drinking all of me
:: 11-30-2014 ::
LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT
TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!
Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?
Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!
And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.
:: 03-11-2017 ::
THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS
so much darkness so much light
when i cannot see i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::
RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR
BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!
The power of:
self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.
Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.
The delusion of negative
energy.
And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.
:: 01-18-2017 ::
PATHéTIQUE
EMOTIONS are just no words
between the wind & just One
are the true feelings when
fleeing life’s seemingly
unjust pain!
AS like, oh tear-filled Soul!
With held-head high and heart
so sweepingly Low and the sky
weeps along with every broken
Spirit as the sun tending bent
stems in far-flung worlds
removes all barges of sand
-sadness against your heart.
And through your pain and
forgiving tears the soul clears
as blue as skies: exists
only for brevity of reprived
mortal pains!
And while the Earth apparently
stirs within mysterious ways,
you whom i shall never forget
who gave birth to love once
again (for me) the festival
is no longer a surprise as
i know your words like pillars
uphold my tender sensibilities:
and loveless life is treasonist
and the crime a punishment of
diminished returns!
:: 01-16-2017 ::
A MOMENT OF SELF-AWARENESS
To which THAT one awakens: it is not just the “me”
but the flesh that covers my modesty / we call
it humanity | as though each flesh of island
requires labels to offset such nonsense
as separatedness!
Being born is a moment; first steps then
tears and fears ensue /burst of self awareness
and as you knew: life is not short and you can
truly fly if you do not forbid something
indescribably precious for, “which no one ought
to see …”
i say life is not weird
but the human condition
the ribbon of perception told billions
of times within the lie of separatedness.
If i am alone then 7 billion too —
silliness! One is all and all is One
and all other perceptions shadows dancing
upon the walls!
:: 01-16-2016 ::
A LIE … AND A WORD
A lie. and a word
one of the same.
but a part from truth
one begged belief
and slayed truth
the word —
remained steadfast
the pillar of Divinity
:: 05-01-2014 ::
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