Tag Archives: #life

HOW TO DIE

GRAINS of sand
such is time
but a grinding mind
sets its focus
throughout its life
not how to live
but how to die

:: 01-29-2014 ::


BROKEN ARROW

WHEN he says “I love you”
do you feel an angel’s breath
upon your feathered heart?

And when you walk hand-in-hand
do your feet glide upon heaven’s land
like when you dance in golden light?

I cannot partake in a poisoned arrow
that which I broke off from my heart
time has passed since we said goodbye

I used to say my soul was salvation
we use to play and sing in elation
those were times I keep inside of me

If he loves you like I loved you
I could not think of you as I do
Upon my hands I would fall to Earth

And the angels sing
a pardon for the heart
I can only say
my soul was my salvation
and we used to play
and sing in elation

And the angels sing
a pardon for our hearts
and the Earth takes a spin
just for us
and we can dance again
eternally at heaven’s gate

:: 01-29-2014 ::


HER FINAL SPRING

WINTER her final Spring
in bed ridden fashion
such life fiercely battled
Industriousness bought
through pain and tears

Through force of life
and broad strokes of art
travels she made
upon creative youth

And Death spoke, assuredly
but crept in delicate fear
and begged a pardon
— a release of guilt

Her flower withered…
but not from existence
a pollination across hills
to the fields of other-there

:: 01-29-2014 ::


SWEETLY BITTER

SUCH a surprise
that time brings
a larger span
of knowing
by existing
and living
That life at youth
— bitter sweet
but upon the bed
of death
— sweetly bitter

:: 01-29-2014 ::


MANY SECRETS

MANY secrets hide away
which man nor woman see
Plainly before us they lay
But the trained eye knows
only that which it sees

:: 01-29-2014 ::


FEAR SPOKE

AND what of me?” asked fear.
“I have no thing that hugs nor kisses or desires me…”

Compassion stared then gently replied.
“But you are not real therefore of no concern.
When you realize this then shall you be set free.”

:: 01-29-2014 ::


MY ASYLUM IS WELL

IF the world be held
by a thread of despair
let our love repair

Such state of disrepair
reeks injustice for life
and conjures illness

Where is the outrage
against such injustice
that derange dictate

My asylum is well
but the madness runs
and the keys it holds

My world such beauty
nature states refinement
In the end love repairs

:: 01-28-2014 ::


NIGHT SCREAM

AND if the night could scream
who would hear such a thing
the burrowing night creature
maybe a mockingbird or two

It is not a practical thought
but one of abstract feeling
I know the sound of anguish
to hear such sound each night
— upon my window pane

:: 01-28-2014 ::


A SOUL TO RECKON

WHAT am I
if not
what I dreamed
Who dissuade
my imperial dream
that I am not me
What power
dissolves me
I say nothing
for I am more
— a soul to reckon

:: 01-27-2014 ::


SOUL STEEL

WHAT was weak
snapped into piece
I sadly held onto
my broken soul…
My angel spoke
and said it so…
what is broken
becomes the steel

:: 01-27-2014 ::