Tag Archives: #mystery

PHANTOMS IN THE SKIES

SO a lot happens when nothing happens
sometimes a knock upon the door
sometimes against the walls
watching them that watch us

picking flowers within a field
i can hear the babbling brook
and hear birdsong and wind
and see the phantoms in the skies
watching them that watch us

A mystery of intention sings
within the mind of woken ones
that we may be no one & nothing
at all within the scheme of
things

are we out or are we in?
we may all cry when the day
comes and pray for something
that watches us that we watch

Phantoms in the skies
when you see me when the winds
blow through the sun
when you hear me scream towards
the moon — can you save me when
they come?

A lot happens when nothing happens
sometimes a thought in the head
sometimes a feeling through the heart
watching them that watch us.

:: 04.19.2021 ::


ONE POEM

I

INTO briefness so ARGUNENT

I HELD onto the rope of Life;
strenuous briefness was  i
 
diverging & opposite view:
   then the universe grew.

:: 07.24.2020 ::


I ASKED THE VAST UNKNOWN

i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.

Is what this is more:

More, so much more!

:: 05.13.2020 ::


BRUISED LIGHT

BRUISED LIGHT i am so sad that i never
gave but a few morsels to my art
just an afterthought
but these few bits fed me a light
that kept me alive .I am so sad to say
this. it hurts something more than
me. like my soul.
i bruise my light.
i choke deeply inside that i am so cheaply
sold on an idea. I am so low that I
could never even
walk in the shadows of others who gave
to art.

:: 04-10-2015 ::


Late Winter Blues

He wore a fedora to hide the sun /  broken shoes to show his Soul
no others would approach unless assured —  seeing tomorrow’s morning would be good 

Slaying stares with the voice of his Eyes Parting waters by breath and sigh
goes the maker of words the nurturer of worlds\ so i bleed
so i need so i feed  Upon the refusal of Life — it keeps me
it shows how the world turns upon a top of needle-headed feeble thoughts — go away.

:: 02.22.2020 ::


MOMENTO MORI

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 ::


SEPARATE POCKETS

DO not confuse my
sense of mystery
with evil…

I keep them in
separate pockets


ONE LESS MYSTERY

SO MANY have tried to explain Life
in their complexity of syntax
they lost the goal
I say to you my fellow souls
life is nothing more or less
yes, it is what you desire
and there it is!

:: 03-23-2014 ::


WOMAN-DUALITY

Image

strong pain
gentle love
anger gained
flesh burned
lust served
angel or devil
what be your name
something to hold
the chasm is deep
give me a bone
Sun kisses
skin and hair
and moon —
stabs man-flesh
fang and talon
bent knee upon
bone-flesh altar
you rule all
giver of life
take what you want

:: 02-06-2014 ::


WHAT OF AQUARIUS?

WHAT events shall be given
with processional change
Such is the constellation
that expansive and grand
— dance of stars
Leo brought Sphinx
Pisces grew Christianity
— a fellowship of One
What of Aquarius
— vast waters
to reshape humanity

::12-26-2013::