I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep
:: 01-25-2024 ::
I SAW today
the rarest color
of them all
that which nature
bestows to one
It was not a star
nor human
but a creature
most dapper
‘Twas the peacock’s
neck blue region
only visible upon
a brightly lit day
is the most
heavenly blue!
:: 01-25-2014 ::
I HAVE bypassed
the thinker
for he gave me
bad advice
Now a joy
I can not measure
a feeling
beyond pleasure!
My council
in life’s matters
now rest
upon shoulders
of my ancient soul
— such wisdom
to live a life
of such leisure
is an immense treasure!:: 01-25-2014 ::
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 ::
DESIRE pleases us
in many ways
the natural urge
— that compels
for many it must
be fastly quenched
or the magic
— loses its spell
My desire can never expire
it dwells within another place
— far from flesh and skin
between the fold
of existence
beyond the sight
of human eye
My desire — a burning fire
needs no explaining
it resides over there
— beyond the way
eccentric I am
some would say
:: 01-26-2014 ::
|
THE presence of my anguish
compels the bloodbath of words
singularly slaying convention
rules for sheep within fences
Bind that tongue if you must
conform if you must for peace
but leave the rest for warriors
We sing the song and keep the fire
Liberty comforts the heart-free
the rest bask in uniformity
blood-eye patriot survive for me
bring home my sense of liberty
Sweet precious families sleep
the peace a burden for the strong
upon our backs deliver we must
the future of a free society
:: 01-24-2014 ::
SANG the song bird
so solemnly
upon it’s perch
unknowingly in peace
the destruction below
Innocence is blind
decayed reality
below the bridge
she sings to me
melodies of truth
Let’s sing a song
unsheathe the disease
and lay down the sword
the blade is worn
and life is sharp
The bewildered youth
clearly see melee
confusion is the union
Let our future control
and guide us to our fate
We sing the song bird’s
song of truth and light
perched so high above
it touches
— the film of heaven
:: 01/24/2014 ::
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