THE mouth of the cave gave mysteries
as butterflies spewed from it’s dark mouth.
The jack rabbit loped away toward the crested
ocean’s shoreline. The moon stared. Brilliant
silvery light upon the grounds around the dream
of the poet.
And words formed into dreams he could not write
until he slept / away from life \ toward the truth
of all that is real.
:: 06.23.2022 ::
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The Cave of Mystery
TWICE UPON SUNNY DAYS
PLEASE GIVE me my pardon
written by God’s own Holy Hand
don’t say no |i’ll leave right now
nothing wrong mental health
if you give me fantasy now
[and]
ALL upon shark clouds
beneath butterfly waves
goes destiny into oblivion
twice upon sunny days
as the sun burns the ground
empires steal stars from
lover’s steely eyes
Into the night goes my thoughts
a broken crib of ancient jewels
peeling paperwall of forgottens
it pains to learn____stepping stone
of beauty called Life.
:: 12.17.2021 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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