I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
saw the dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
THOUGH I AM AN ARTIST
i am going toward the stick
to utterly award a tree,
the Nobody shall stop not me
burst first
Love , the unopened
envelop of life ~ the reckless
oral pink truth
begging life and love
the impulse of life
i will have
a l o n g d r e a m
i saw the opening window of my
house Spring givings
across the air and floor
worms rushing through loam.
is where music that touches
hearts and words like painting
pierces through life-dreams
is what i am this ‘always here.’
:: 05-19-2016 ::
when MY EYES hurt
when my heart
f
a
l
l
s
\there is NO SUN-
RISE when your
heart has gone
— like when
evening shadows
bring all invisible
thoughts to my
doorstep/
so waking up is
all but four sweeps
from the head of a
worn broom?
THE MAGIC like
moonlight wanes
then dies and so
now you realize
there is no sunrise
while your lover
holds your joy
:: 02.12.2016 ::
What is the span of time
compared to love?
A week, or month or centuries?
And how would the heart survive
within a myriad of perils
at the foot of that abyss?
And how long does a man
spend dying?
The brain thinks as the
fingers thrump the counter top
and no knowledgeable priests
or philosopher knows — i know
seeing god and devil part their ways
to visit the eternal void
And all these happen-stance
wittinesses will count to twelve
and keep the secret within their
inner most hearts!
:: 12152015 ::
There past the before of today the heart and soul tenderly aches
for the simpler times
of bygone era
where feet once were
to horseback and hoof
as wheels to silver steel wings
— travel much a quickeroo
but less to see!
months to weeks
from days to minutes
dizzy-spinning mind in me!
What future tomorrows
shall less sanity bring
where wings away fall
to conquer nature’s pull
blink-less stellar travel
and time-river reversal!
Such command and power
— but we lose it all,
human-less are we
a mere reflection
of what was-be
such horrid tragedy!
:: ~~ ::
There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”
:: 04-03-2014 ::
:: Rev: 09242017::
i was in war when the call came
speakers blaring ‘take cover’
and you said goodbye dear
continents away in flesh and spirit
went the dream into the fire
why were you so quiet?
when heaven fell.
Baghdad is a adolescent face
full of acne
and the sand damper killing
vibrations.
So carefully I crawled into
the foxhole and cried for life
and love — one war won (i lived)
another lost (in love).
:: 10222015 ::
we werelings like savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges) coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips
closed speaking and two foot liking
here of this earth dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over
smashed words — open broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked — smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
Saturday was a good day so kicked off my shoes
and ran through the sand along Pensacola beach
Sadder days are like broken billboards yeah
along the promenade of empty streets
I listen to my radio and shut you out
I seem to be the only one who walks alone
I took a swim inside me and the ocean joined
sea turtle spread it’s fins and pushed
away the water to move like i walk alone
on the streets of broken billboards along the
promenade of my mind
Sometimes I know I am the convulsed mind of
of my moon across the ocean
ugh, fill my microscopic heart with (black tiny
things where a large beach crosses) and my voice
is mimicking my dead heart so dull my senses
delirium!
:: 09292015 ::
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