we stood still waiting
)sometimes honest men
lie( where bleached
bones lay was a story.
And in perfectly disastrous
moments a beautiful butterfly
floats.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
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we Stood still Waiting
Tomorrow My Prophecy
i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.
i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.
tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.
speaks the poet
within my heart.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
My Emotions Are Prisoner to Fear
my emotions are prisoner
to fear of release.
i have seen love explode
: remnants of supernovae
and my one remaining fear:
i shall not have love again.
And then once i too walked
with love but was then
a shadow; then now i walk
along the rolling hills
hearing mocking shadows
knowing how much i took
this seed within my heart
with passion and color
grew; became a flower
that made good upon grace;
that love watered my roots
until the sun withered it
Which took everything
alas but my fear that
i shall not have love
again.
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deeper, Than Death.
deeper Than Death
so i have
broken the vow
of my soul
my Spirit says..
it isn’t so.”
t hen 2 U”
just
DEATH
:: 10-07-2017 ::
JUXTAPOSITION
wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
VIIII
Laughing is absolute freedom
while Wishing is the well of slavery
And Pain and suffering is the glue
to bind soul and spirit.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
So Many Faces
so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
The Nectar of My Life
Detached petal Beneath a midnight sun Catch your kiss Before it’s gone i have your skin Within my soul You’ve no other To burn so i go i'm still planted Within the garden Of the dead Keeping my stem toward The midnight sun i'm the one you Pulled to blow Twisting within The charcoal air i'm the spirit With a bee Stealing all The nectar Of my life And if i pollinate Before i'm gone Let it be somewhere The daylight sun goes Because i'm the spirit With a bee stealing all The nectar of my life :: 10-07-2017 ::
THE COSMIC NUMBER
So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part
shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure
And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from
The Numerical lunatic
asylum!
beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:
137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”
:: 10-05-2017 ::
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