TODAY how poetry dazzles gradually
as rain falls slantly
our eyes surprised by equally
blind.
As children weep for adults
and adults ache for youth.
Within love lies a beating heart
and death echoes circuits of life.
Our often dismal living flesh
feels delightful in death.
:: 12.18.2020 ::
THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::
inside the MOUTH of the sun
frail invaders come as i have crawled
to the corona of the lone cactus — day
and night are both and none: space is
full of surprises and sandstorms the glitches of time.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
IN all these times
of trouble
I find myself wishing
wisdom
AND inside all me
darkness ~
emptiness and pain
But love for life
AND within my hour
of desperateness
my heart cleaves
unto me and Spirit
Oh! there is always
an answer
always a way
through the trees
And when the day sleeps
her name comes
and makes frowns smile
makes hearts feel free
so never carry the world
upon your shoulders
only fools do.
And within these times
I find myself wishing
wisdom.
so please love me too.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.
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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::
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 ::
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 ::
my preacherOUS/MOUTH this
evangelist__ORGAN
I AM too tired today
but maybe not that weak
i am sick today but
never that sick as fate
per my soul as someone
who always loves you
AND HE who built the Ark
said, “maybe there is no
room for you” GET back
upon the boat Phillip!
We love loved you! But the
fish convinced me:
Our heavy heart is love
regardless of doctrine
and reaches higher than
any human mind!
we never have to pray toward
lobsters
blue crabs
bees
nor politicans
And my sentiment is paved heavy
which endless life appears
so terminally present; life
is less than a zero and all
of humanity’s words are a dream
we think means what we see
awakened unto this life
a sweet nut within the mouth
of the deepest dreamer which
i clearly love Y O U!
:: 09192015 ;;
Being of unsound mind
and confound-heart
i knew these words
before they met:
between sunrise and sunset
a mind i once knew left
and then the heart
that, “why must love burn
when sorrow comes today?”
and now we are me and i
nothing but just the soft
fading ember of life!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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