HOW we fear the judgment
upon death so near
The fear of sin
weighed against
eternal life
But through death
arrested is sin
for the dead
cannot sin!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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THE DEATH OF SIN
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 ::
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 ::
PRAYER
WHAT faith
I have seen
from the young
to the elder
display a greatness
— in some
Empty have I been
myself
for many a year
— then some
My message
to the One:
I forgive myself
— please come
the lonely thing
within is weak
— it withers
without your Light
Such blessings I pray
— visit me
this day and stay forever
Amen…
:: 01-25-2014 ::
DEATH INTERRUPTED
I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered needlessly
across frozen fields in May
She spoke a single word
— beloved…
Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two
Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
— back into a whole
and then I spoke
a single word…
— beloved
:: 01-22-2014 ::
CONFESSION XVIII
MY confession
what be it may
stately said…
I do adore
hedonistic lore
And my passion
borders beyond
— the day of light
into a fray
some may fright
But at the end
of any day…
a brilliant sun
and nymph of light
rules out all
— it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
TO SWIM WITH YOU
MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
EMOTIONAL DIMENSION
THE emotional dimension
— most interesting
a part of the human-animal
a landscape built on perception
the landfill —
of revelations | experiences
beauty and truth and joy-pain
These nuances
constitute the human-experience
do beat down
such dark hole
some call depression
— spiritual malaise
threatens to eat us alive
::07/07/2014::
BLUE RAINS
BLUE rains falling
— a taste of pain
Mother Earth smells
— her moist soil…
pre-natal assault
reminds me of you
I was born
before I had a soul
Laughing rays
— the sun is a whore
— she gives her light
to everyone…
I don’t want you
to be a star
unless you shine
just for me
Blue rains falling
it drives me insane
Blue rains falling
we’re one in the same
I can’t even walk
— a cobble stone
let alone
— a lifetime alone…
unless you give
to me your love
Who says two lovers
can’t be the same
Blue rains deliver such love
you will see such love in darkness
And you will find such love
when you find your heart in him
::01/03/2014::
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