When all the words became you
I needed to find a way
to gather up all measure of gravity
landing in a centrifuge
mouth open
through all the layers
finding at the bottom
what pulls us through
when everything's gone
too great to be measured
.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The war in between something and nothing
When all the words became you
I needed to find a way
to gather up all measure of gravity
landing in a centrifuge
mouth open
through all the layers
finding at the bottom
what pulls us through
when everything's gone
too great to be measured
.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
S's for sullen
the soft silver
shifted
sideways
sealing the sky
and
all day I listen
to the clouds cry
.
shifted
sideways
sealing the sky
and
all day I listen
to the clouds cry
.
And all that's in there is you
Like a soft voice
speaking
through the wind
the mystique
consumed me
With no eyes
to see just
darkness
composed of light
Perhaps what is just is
and doesn't matter
and what's in our hearts
is the only reality
.
speaking
through the wind
the mystique
consumed me
With no eyes
to see just
darkness
composed of light
Perhaps what is just is
and doesn't matter
and what's in our hearts
is the only reality
.
Reading Tree Rings
When we as old ghosts
complain about moisture
content in
the wind blown mist
in an alien tongue
and demand
A little more respect
from green ghosts
To the flower
please
note that the pine tree
and the rock face
are just hard to read
books
and probably well
worth
reading.
.
.
complain about moisture
content in
the wind blown mist
in an alien tongue
and demand
A little more respect
from green ghosts
To the flower
please
note that the pine tree
and the rock face
are just hard to read
books
and probably well
worth
reading.
.
.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I wish I was the person you loved
when the skies overfill with hope
I wish I could be there with you
I heard a voice waving at me
like it was singing from the tub
but it was only your ghost
and I nod and wake up to the wind
howling snow at me
as fish
flop on the dock, and Uncle
Bob cracks jokes and
I wish I was the person you loved
.
I wish I could be there with you
I heard a voice waving at me
like it was singing from the tub
but it was only your ghost
and I nod and wake up to the wind
howling snow at me
as fish
flop on the dock, and Uncle
Bob cracks jokes and
I wish I was the person you loved
.
That's all
The soft shifting of the river
stars reflecting on
the glossy foliage
deep green and silent
As I looked
into a world
bottled into pages
and fell in love with the
embers peering
back at the fire
trying to be certain
I don't know anything
just feeling
the startling jolt of creation
that's all
.
..
.
.
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stars reflecting on
the glossy foliage
deep green and silent
As I looked
into a world
bottled into pages
and fell in love with the
embers peering
back at the fire
trying to be certain
I don't know anything
just feeling
the startling jolt of creation
that's all
.
..
.
.
Guitar Solo?
.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Living pregnant together
Walk with me through the doorway
through walls and ceilings
tousled dreams & sleepless nights
trusting enough to tell anything almost as if
we want to or like you want to
anything growing inside
that wants to come out
like living pregnant together
there with how you are
with what's inside me
touch me again if you want
say anything feel anything
touch ask or be silent
nothing is too weird
Now with one hand over the other
feeling our love again
as kicking babies in the womb
.
through walls and ceilings
tousled dreams & sleepless nights
trusting enough to tell anything almost as if
we want to or like you want to
anything growing inside
that wants to come out
like living pregnant together
there with how you are
with what's inside me
touch me again if you want
say anything feel anything
touch ask or be silent
nothing is too weird
Now with one hand over the other
feeling our love again
as kicking babies in the womb
.
Deep Under The Something Blue Sea
like whispers
between two stars
two birds fly fast as fire
vanishing into the -
too hard to see bright scene like
the one people look at and think "serenity"
OK, they're gone, I wish them well
hoping one of them was me
but just between you and I
there's blood running into the shadows
deep under the something blue sea
burning in the flames of now and never
where something starts as a kind of fill-in word
because of the two deeps in a row so I might find another
word for deep, deep meaning intense not far down
but then I somehow I convince myself that it sounds pretty good
and that it could mean a few different things
while also thinking about trying to convince myself
I shouldn't love you so much because it is just me
and you know how that goes.
OK, like blood filling into shadows
could be some kind of positive thing, right ? ...
.
between two stars
two birds fly fast as fire
vanishing into the -
too hard to see bright scene like
the one people look at and think "serenity"
OK, they're gone, I wish them well
hoping one of them was me
but just between you and I
there's blood running into the shadows
deep under the something blue sea
burning in the flames of now and never
where something starts as a kind of fill-in word
because of the two deeps in a row so I might find another
word for deep, deep meaning intense not far down
but then I somehow I convince myself that it sounds pretty good
and that it could mean a few different things
while also thinking about trying to convince myself
I shouldn't love you so much because it is just me
and you know how that goes.
OK, like blood filling into shadows
could be some kind of positive thing, right ? ...
.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Skylark GPS
A Skylark's gentle eye
A fallen blossom's still bloom
Had they both known love
with such a presence?
the vastness of the sky
rushing through an
open window
last night the poetry
piled up in feathers
and I dreamed someone
spoke of us being born
.
.
A fallen blossom's still bloom
Had they both known love
with such a presence?
the vastness of the sky
rushing through an
open window
last night the poetry
piled up in feathers
and I dreamed someone
spoke of us being born
.
.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The unspoken collage
Like the girl in
bed he watches
the years move
as slowly moves love
like the guy in bed
she watches
grown up into dreams
they escaped
like the girl in bed
he watches
both memories
senses and habit
like the guy in bed
she watches
the unspoken collage
the mysteries take
place
.
bed he watches
the years move
as slowly moves love
like the guy in bed
she watches
grown up into dreams
they escaped
like the girl in bed
he watches
both memories
senses and habit
like the guy in bed
she watches
the unspoken collage
the mysteries take
place
.
Teaching the sea to swim
Would flowers flower
without your love?
No, not all
no, not one
Beside the blazing
surplus of stars
struck a torch high over
midnight radiating elegantly
onto the Earth
teaching the sea
to swim
.
without your love?
No, not all
no, not one
Beside the blazing
surplus of stars
struck a torch high over
midnight radiating elegantly
onto the Earth
teaching the sea
to swim
.
That something better mattered
You may hate mosaics
or wish not to want
to live as soft rolling lips
say it's a dream
that it's love too
to put worth on
and drop into a slotted
stone cosmos
that something better mattered
Not that some barbarous death
compares to that worth
in whose telling
anything can or can't be gained
as learning to do things from articles and
books alone
But when you're this much in love
it doesn't really matter if one is
better than the other because
it's like dying and It's hard to change
your mind when you're dead
.
.
or wish not to want
to live as soft rolling lips
say it's a dream
that it's love too
to put worth on
and drop into a slotted
stone cosmos
that something better mattered
Not that some barbarous death
compares to that worth
in whose telling
anything can or can't be gained
as learning to do things from articles and
books alone
But when you're this much in love
it doesn't really matter if one is
better than the other because
it's like dying and It's hard to change
your mind when you're dead
.
.
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