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I fell to sleep a fitful dream
and found myself upon stone steps
I followed a monk into that place
where cosmic meaning lives and breathes
and I heard the canyon winds
and that heavenly chime upon my lips
and sometime later I was summoned
into an antechamber of the Holy One
his age was timeless as his skin
I saw him laying upon a stone bed
and he motioned me come closer
as I leaned over his overgrown beard
so white and unblemished hair
he stared into my eyes and I could not
believe what I saw
stars and life across the universe
looked into my eyes and wisdom
I then knew I was such a lonely man
and my tears could not stop flowing
and I heard that song that never stops
It sang deep within my heart
You will never be alone
and in time you will remember
what purpose within your hands
I kissed the Holy Man
and he whispered into my soul
You will see light in the Darkness
:: 05-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #mysticism, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Eternity, Life, Philosophy, Poetry, Revelation, Spiritual, Surrealism
my tear swell
sadly feels
such —
barrenness
an empty well
— my spirit shell
a gift for free!
‘my inner light’
for the world
to believe-see
:: 05-05-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #compassion, #poetry, #spiritual | posted in Awareness, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry, Spiritual
my mind
my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic
architect
what I dream
I pull
from sub-
conscious
a thought-form
a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
:: 05-05-2014 ::
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If you put a speck
of honesty into today’s
marketing strategy
the whole house
of cards crumbles
:: 05-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #insight, #marketing, #poetry | posted in Awareness, Poetry, Revelation
Oh la ah la
ooh ah la
i remember fun days
and bitter cuts
from your tongue
you say dreaming
I walk beach sands
thunder beneath my feet
I would believe you
but I see my cuts
and still they bleed
my ocean — emerald green
it tastes salty good
your ocean a crimson-red
and dead fish at my feet
sea shell flotsam
the key for my gate
I. Break out prison
and run to my beach
Poseidon my lover now
:: 05-01-2914 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #loss, #love, #pain, #poetry | posted in Divorce, freedom, Love, Pain, Poetry, Surrealism
I met a caricature of me
while sitting at a bar
we stared
in each other’s eyes
and pondered our words
I thought he — exaggerated
exaggeration spoke
— the same
we ordered everything
in the bar
and had a liver
to conqueror
but sadly in the end
— by fate’s twist
the bartender
was more grotesque
:: 05-01-2014 ::
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TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #evil, #horror, #poetry | posted in Death, Horror, Poetry, Terror, Uncategorized
today I had
a coffee shop cookie
and ate its rim
and fell into
a bean dream
where red pandas
were beating
hedonistic priests
living in my pocket
thankfully a stripper
fell through the roof
and suduced the barista
and the priest and beans
escaped through my spoon
and the twirling of my cream
all within my cup of coffee
:: 05-01-2014 ::
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Passion
where is thy heavenly gift
Beg
I do for pastures of romance
Love
thee — angel follow me too
Kindness
compassion for all thy life
Understanding
wisdom from burning fire
Heaven
thou, dream I giveth prayer to
Love
is thy reason for living life
and desire
for love
escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings
kissing devil’s lips
a Christ-passion
for all high and low
:: 04-29-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #chopin, #life, #love, #passion, #poetry | posted in Life, Love, Music, Passion, Poetry, Romance
this kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
my cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
my friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
———— as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #chopin, #poetry, #romance | posted in Eternity, Passion, Poetry, Uncategorized
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