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A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

I followed a
f
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l
l
i
n
g

feather
to the ground,

As it twirled and spun along a dizzying path,
Until it settled, without a single sound,
A delicate thing in nature’s aftermath.

And there I found a penny, dull and plain,
With no thoughts to share or secrets to hold,
But I picked it up all the same,
As the feather’s story began to unfold.

For as the feather and copper came to rest,
They fell upon an anvil’s hardened steel,
And with each strike, the hammer’s fierce behest,
Their beauty and strength were revealed.

So let us remember, as we journey on,
That even the smallest things can bear great weight,
And by falling, we may yet rise to dawn,
Transformed by the anvil of fate.

revised: 08-05-2014 | 02.23.2023 ::


My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::


EVERYTHING

EVERY WORD CAN you can YOU
spEAK (come into my ear)
can you can y o u — speak /
E V E R Y T H I N G
E V E R try to make love
work? \ everyday the skies
press against that romantic heart…
i woke up dreaming i had a new day
hiding the sight of an empty bed
made tea and sucked upon my thumb
and prayed 2 Gawd and the universe
: i cried i cried and then fell to
sleep weeping i was not human….
tried to say i tried to say_____
what the creator choked upon.
human mind
human mind
human mind
greater than all things
everything
everything
everything
sleeping as human
i destroyed gawd
destroyed and rebuilt
love. rebuilt everything..
i cried i cried and then feel to
wakefulness weeping : for all LOVE.


My Lover

Something in the effervescent veins floats my body
A surreal landscape of screaming death defying understanding
Fields of gold bursting forth into fullest flowers
A consciousness that barely touches the art of essences

Something in the radiance of your smile illuminates my being
Shimmering lips and curves like a vision bright as the moon
To hear the song of your quiet tongue, taste the tone of your beating heart
Is to be wreathed by the blossoms of your tender breasts

Something in the way we meet, away from life’s busy sounds
Our minds merge into one, fathoming mysteries together
No words, no song, no thoughts can capture our connection
Veiled eyes and unwritten poetry sent, in a passion of growing fields held by hands and fingers bent inward

Something, our love, is a high candelabrum shining bright
Guiding us on this journey, where surrealism and abstract tones unite
Something in the way we move, something in the way we feel
Something in the way we explore this realm beyond comprehension


My Heart Has Asked of Me

My Heart Has Asked of Me

By the stream, my heart asked me:

What are feelings, if not truth?

Do the trees sing their song when the wind blows?

The spider web sways with grace and ease.

As you journey on life’s winding paths,

do you hear me whisper softly to you?

The clouds above bear witness to our conversation.

When tears fall, who sees your shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call echoes with a sense of mystery.

Sunrise is a wondrous gift, but sunset is just a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


A Hundred Poems – II


What dreams and sweet life, does the soul desire,
Amidst the Earth’s soil, drenched in dewy fire,
Touching tears, and feeling council’s doubt,
This dream, so elusive, must we live without?

But release thyself, by the budding light of day,
Such philosophy, can stab hearts in every way,
As love reigns now, in full and vibrant bloom,
Skip treacle and grail, let passion fuel thy womb.

Let the tickle of your being, spur you on now,
And reveal the truth, that you’ve held deep somehow,
In your heart, let it bleed red with passion and fire,
And as you breathe, let it push you higher and higher.

Oh rhythmic lover, thou gave me a reason to be,
In this moment, amidst Springtime lips and reverie,
Let us embrace, and let our love be a symphony,
Of hearts and souls, forever entwined in harmony.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


Love, Madness, Death — A Trinity, Pure

Love, madness, death – a trinity, pure,
Whose depths I’ve plumbed, their secrets sought;
Yet still I search, forevermore,
For answers that can’t be bought.

Love, a fierce and passionate flame,
That burns so bright, it sears the soul;
A madness that none can ever tame,
A force that’s far beyond control.

Madness, a tempest wild and free,
A storm that rages deep within;
It twists and turns, consuming me,
Until my very essence thins.

Death, a quiet, peaceful rest,
A place where all my fears can cease;
A final breath, a gentle caress,
A release from this mortal lease.

But in love, madness, death entwined,
I find a beauty, pure and true;
A love that transcends space and time,
And binds my heart to only you.

For in your eyes, I see a light,
A spark that kindles flames anew;
A madness that consumes outright,
And death that brings me close to you.

So let us journey hand in hand,
Through love and madness, death and more;
For in this trinity we’ll stand,
Together, forevermore.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


IF Love is a Rose

IF as love-rose by love  eating pure air here
that without our soul  that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.  

    Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.

  How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.

Then love is a Rose.

:: 02.18.2023 ::


My Brain Cannot Be Me

the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Secret

NEVER tell your most
sensitive secrets to those
that do not love you;

Famous mouths are not truthful sounds
their cancerous mouth maligns
envious gangrene and hatred as vomit.

Be truthful, for the sun is; light for day
the moon at night as lovers whisper lullabies
To be honest is to know one’s self: it is
something i am working on day by day.

and every night I pass away
into visions and dreams.

:: 02.16.2023 ::