Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!
:: 08-17-2017 ::
Tag Archives: #poets
FORMLESS SOMETHING
LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT
TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!
Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?
Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!
And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.
:: 03-11-2017 ::
WITHIN MY PETALS
W
I
T
H
IN
M
y
Petals
a
ethereal
minstrel
d
o
e
s
Play!
l
w
a
y
s
the sun!
:: 03-11-2017 ::
SLEEPING AWAKE
EVEN as the bleak fields burn,
even as my Soul alone sings;
The feeling of living brings
solace for the poor minds
of my private brain.
AND the memories (the memories)
of many a days that never existed
now wander through the land;
Time a hand, my own lily white
and nowhere to Scream to Scream,
“I am not from here or this Land!”
no gloom
no doom
no room
to die!
:: 01-30-2017 ::
G O D O F P A I N
broken footed children
lose teeth oh! yellow
liver and dying slowly
(the priest pissed upon you)
oh, even though now
i know how much life
sucks for the many
(broken/homeless lives/)
i still pray to the
god of pain!
still i scream:
“Hold me up until i’m
ash against the flames.”
Jehovah died as Adam ~
planet X every 3000
years wrecks the best
of plans and i kissed
my heart and now wait
for the funnel of light
so i know how much life
sucks for the many
and i still pray to
the god of pain!
The God of Pain!
:: 01-11-2017 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS XV
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rising kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it be full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul!
:: ~ ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIII BIRDS & DREAMS
i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my
d r e a m s
flying dreams!
:: ~~ ::
THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN
MY feet are wasted
i have relieved myself
upon them.
In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days
My youthful dreams
that i knew close the crypt
upon the somber skies
And the Book of My Life
have many torn pages
just pulp scars of living
actually all by the power
of love fallen so it’s
me i’m writing of
you can take me to a place
called hell i have a hat
hanging on it’s wall
So then, my expansive unknown
always be! That we all
can dream a dream
and eventually meet the day
we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones
lament on such a beautiful day
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rev: 03.03.2016
T H E R E T U R N E D
AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!
The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?
the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!
You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!
:: 01132016 ::
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