LIES came to feast today
upon sun bleached bones
I rode a bicycle across dust
as swords cut the ankles
of my sweet freedom
Mother called for me today
I saw her face a stranger-be
my tears crumbled her soul
and in the dirt I ate my forgiveness
nothing to kill or die for
I imagined what could have been
And my hope is for some day where
we can join as one and be love
::01-15-2014::
I TOUCH a moment
caress it’s skin
cold it be solemnly
Cast aside it is
for another time
this moment sadly
breathes a last breathe
It cries within
— so am I
::01-15-2014::
AND who do you hear
when the last shoe drops
a tree fell within my forest
the party of life too noisy
but the buzzards…
they can smell
And when your star fell
upon who’s ground burned
the last of love’s hope
a grub worm saw
— yes it did
you dig into the dirt
I’ve got a question…
but the answer
is too hot
I’ve got a question…
but the response is rot
And…
Who you know isn’t so
and the night loves her cloak
what you see isn’t so
I touched a third rail…
— just to feel
::01/16/2014::
AND here I sit
— shattered
upon a ruinous estate
All the world a glass
and looking through to me
t’was nothing but a shadow
And now more of the lesser
— the church bells singing
a beginning or ending its ringing…
Perchance the dance of life
or requeim for the dead
::01-15-2024::
AND the last kiss
from the last lovers
on the last day
for Mother Earth
reignite the flowers
swimming fish
flying birds
crawling things
And the hope
for humanity
and all creatures
large and small
This is love…
::01-14-2014::
MY feet bleeding
have walked upon
red roses
Tenderly touching
an echo of my soul
longing for a home
What distance away
in desperation walk
shall I return home?
Far I fear… so far
away beyond the hills
and over the clouds
::01-14-2014::
I PLUNDERED
the passion of youth
and have spent
the treasure of life
upon a whim
all this and more
in denial of mortality
— yes in youth
and now faced with mortality
— the fire of burning time
I laugh at the folly
of this system
to fear an end
is to deny
a new beginning!
::01-07-2014::
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