MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
VOICE within the gale
speak to me – shudder
soil drench soul – sell
I bind my tongue no-utter
secrets of my shadow-tell
My storm has entered
across a parched land
dust assailed by tear drops
footprints across soul-sand
Let fires burn from my skies
ripping oak and ancient lands
the treasure shall you find
winds, rain, lightning discover…
a heart that’s lost
in space and time…
::01-12-2024::
I TASTED a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human depravity
to hear Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125
I tasted a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human ignorance
to understand Einstein –
E-MC2 is not small fare of ingenuity
I tasted a feeling of profound shame
more than once within a span of life
to read of tyranny –
Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, and Pol Pot
Wonderment is a bitter-sweet taste
it holds no-bar the color of bearer
wept we should and must we be in awe
humanity so beautiful yet so horrific!
::01/07/2014::
THIS my mind said to me:
like a babbling brook I dream
so clearly in my crystal waters
I smooth the surface of your soul
and beneath I tumble spirit-so…
As my thoughts rumble-flow
against the tide — your shoreless life
my banks constrict but do direct
across the eddies and whirlpools
toward the eventual waterfall
In the end you spill and splash
::01-06-2014::
I WAS walking with the devil
yeah, on a hot summer’s night
said to me things not heard
in the light of human-day
Moss-throat stuffed my voice
gator breath stole my soul
up yonder is the pearly gate
but you ain’t got the gold
— can’t enter it today
Says I, “cry me a river”
baby, cry me a river
of blood and tears today
Ain’t that the way honey
when the river flows
— it flows the other way
So we be going and going
Across the river’s way
going to make our way
through the night and day
sweat our soul like nothing
until tomorrow’s day-ya!
::01/03/2014::
AND when I walked
the path toward the light
and you said that I could not see
what you meant was nothing darkness
and in the light I knew your heart
it was made of clay and dirt
and in this dirt you woke me up
and I saw the light within you
and we made the world into this rock
and so we reap now what we sow
Who will see the light within this darkness
who will make some sense of this?
I can only hope for light and love
and love is what we need this day
You will see light in the darkness
you will make some sense of this
and in the morning when you awaken
there will be a butterfly for you
Who will see the light within the dark
can you take this staff of light
and make it yours to remake this world?
I give you the dream of living life
::01-02/2014 ::
WE purge yes we do
all of the poison
from last summers
festered boiling
conviction’s dagger
puncture-ooz
Say the sun does
sound too bright
and the bee’s buzz
— honey-laced kiss
gritty pout dirt
hug-lick my soul
I’ve only one last
ticket to alice’s hole
the last the rabbit stole
follow bravely me souls!
the grand adventure awaits
from madness away lets go!
:: 12-31-2013 ::
WHETHER such weeping
soothes an aching heart
that feather-feel upon
the breast so tender
matters for naught
Who knocks but tears
upon your cedar door
surely the reason
nocturnal singing
by Nightingales
Flow-bow wayside my dear
the reed who bends
against torrential winds
but never breaks her stem
romantic hearts eternally burn
:: 12/31/2013 ::
WISHING-well
— sometimes I do
unraveling dreams
— sometimes caught
between fingers-do
— slippery knew
notes running
across ivory key
minor pains
thrumming-heart
melancholy needs
dripping tears
there a light!
Golden tongue
— cursing darkness
honey-laced
Incongruous moments
–love them most!
::12/30/2013::
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