Tag Archives: #words

ACT (of) ONE

THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of Theater:

The Absurd
The Humour
The Horror
The Love

of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor

AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.

:: 08-19-2018 ::


HOPE IS KISSING LOVE


i AM THE ONE

i am the focus
of this space ___
a mote of dust
with memory
in its place
i am the big reveal
all within and
without myself
i allow the sun to fall
and the moon to take
its place

tough and strong
i could fall for you
if not for where i’ve been
it’s everywhere
in every way
with every song
with every word
spoken to my face.

i am the one known
in every language
i am the one love
and hated by all
the human race

I AM THE THOUGHT THAT GREW
FROM ALL OF TIME AND SPACE.

:: 08-11-2018 ::


IT COMES FROM ABOVE

IT comes from above
above all war

And through a fire-burnt
a fire-burnt humans sow

But legions sleep from titanic struggles
encumbered they groan

emptied, bleeding, mourning in anguish
embracing they do — horror alone.

IT comes to sooth a thousand fears
to wipe away all falling tears.

Yet the wounded heart denies the royal visit;
shell shocked and gaunt the eyes remain sullen halls.

HAIL COMPASSION! that knows no bounds//higher than all clouds it comes

HAIL LOVE! That shinning King of Hearts // it comforts all.

and if courage is mine
and if wisdom is mine
then in mastery of self all shadows flee
and all evils upon their knees
they march toward oblivion.

And then and only then
am i free…
am i free?

:: 08-11-2018 ::


AM I HERE?

art and poetry


Dew Pressed Evening Light

From the dew pressed evening light
there by the biding brightly might
of my somber receding life;
as others might lesser me could not
by depressed inner sigh
was and is my stormy life
depression within the fold.
From the earliest of my days
there within me sadness lay
And all the joy of my heart
by the same tone could not fight
for self unless i be torn;
my compassion extended long
beyond the reach of my needing
own — and now as time has stretched
it’s thinning arms i find myself
a stowaway upon the desolate spot
cast aside in stormy water
still my love and beating heart
sails across the vast dark void
to comfort afflicted tormented
souls- of blue and silver sparks
by striking words and thunder talk
the angel my guardian holds my
hand (now that Heaven hears
my tears) Of a day more near
than far when shall i too find
the love as my own to comfort me.

:: 08-03-2018 ::


LYCANTHROPIC ME


THESE LAST DAYS

THE world is on fire and Pisces has died.
“Pray for me” an old man pleads; his teeth are
missing and his dog is foaming at the mouth.

These are the dying days and no one to rescue
the world from thie cosmic ruin of a godless
curse.

I say hold me tight until i feel your dreams
and comfort your soul, my love.

As with all things, this too shall pass into the night
like the embers from our ruined cities.

Tomorrow may be the last, or a new day, the new
dream where all things are made new.

Unitl then, let us hold each other while the nightmare
savages the life from everything we once cherished.

And remember, I will always love you.

:: 08-02-2018 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – III

A very busy mind full of broken
shaped happy forgottens
two eyes to see A third
to know

This hand and that tongue
this foot and that lovely
word:

CYNOSURE

IT HAS those many points and
like matrix math it flips/
flops over all other points/
like my thinkingMAYBE
might be a bruise upon
deceptive causes

And those goddamn questions!
poking a calm bed of ants
prickly scalp scratching
ideas LIKE those we all
tuck inside our lower basements
until the snow comes

My fire burns very brightly
to incinerate the weakest won!
:: 09- 30-2017 ::


PURSE OF QUESTIONS – II

touch, touch, touch
this and that.

kiss, kiss, kiss
our landscape of love.

breath, breath, breath,
the brilliant light of you.

As you are swimming within
my eyes and I am too.

A secret rumor we only know:
We think we love each other.

:: 09-30-2017 ::