And by the clock of life
i heard the birds
begin at times by three
and some by four
and my heart by soul
i heard my spirit
and times of love
and pain o’fear
I paint their song
in deep red-kiss
A distant neighbor
came by to say,
“i heard the brook
speak your name
like water upon
the rocks!”
I took his hand
and said these words,
“Tis Love in all
of life!”
:: 03-08-2015 ::
I sit here by the beyond
one spreading dot
of comfort space
and to feed the angry
snapping thoughts
of everything wrong
I could only weep
but for what I do not know!
:: 03-09-2015 ::
Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature;
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors,
across erected walls.
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
MUMBLE DOPE droopy eye
feeble finger tremble
painting blue sky!
sun-sing blade light!
slicing fear in silver night
a muse-dance broken sight
damn! the dust twirls tight
in blood mix-meaning night
tonic ball burns and melts
Madness in eyes and ears
tongue-twisted lies
fire clean-crazy felt!
:: 01-21-2013 ::
rev: 03-10-2015
THE entrance was kept
in well lit corners
the rug a long dead beard
once hung upon a living face
and walls adorned in history
like the smell of something
that took its last breath
by dimmed years ago
And the boxes! Of spoons,
knives, and busy-doing life
and one of photographs;
the stolen moments of time
caught unprepared!
Faded, raped, and torn
of once living souls from
the 1900s — i could not hope
but to find one to make my own;
then caught my eye it did!
clearly written in white margin
“May 4, 1886” A Victorian
death photo — of me!
:: 03-07-2015 ::
little flower keeping
sun lit
within a meadow bright
all of your life
you were waiting
for this moment
to arrive
and your petals follow
the clouds so light
little flower seeking
love all life
within a bee to live
pollinating your heart
across the fields of life
and the sun stays afloat
while you swing and sway
into the winds of this day
a little flower loving life
awaiting this moment to be
and love spreads you across
the fields of life
:: 03-01-2015 ::
what spark!
the divine spoken
and heart!
a birth of life
unto this world!
from womb to ground
what frightful air!
the light and sound
and breast of love
too soon to care!
such growth like flowers
upon the fields
that time spur in souls
to be human
but die as child!
and soon the snow
upon the cap
of all this wisdom!
to see the crops;
what life has sowed!
that once was spark
but be a spot o’light!
and the worn but soon
quieting march of heart!
that i lay to rest today
:: 02-27-2015 ::
I can see across
the ages
and your smile
always seems so fresh!
a moment in time:
we kissed beneath
the apple tree!
you took the bite (of me)
and i cried:
I shouldn’t have
let you
torture me so sweetly,
an entire world pays our sin.
I could never say
‘no’ to you and you;
a withered reed blowing
in time. but I’m an
“unforgiven” as you are my love
but it’s good,
so good enough to see a world
birthed from this love!
Oh come toward me let’s be;
good enough. So good enough
for all of us, oh, i could
never say ‘no’ to you.
:: 02-22-2015 ::
at times i think
if my skull
were opened
one would find
a beating heart
instead of brain
and within my
chest; a cavity
to fill with hope!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
O that tender
little time!
to wish it more
as long as
the greatest
shore!
That was
cleansed by love
and removed all
gloom and pain
and remaining,
the tears
of all mothers
and fathers
weeping holding
the seashell
voices of baby
songs
O what little time
no more than
thimble that we
make miracle!
and for me! I
keep my seashell
upon the shore
of that greatest
ocean called forever!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
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