nights stand
holding hands a swinging chain
back and forth
repetitions of sincerity
and the unforgettable
rhyme
racing into dream creamy showers
of hearts run-through
performing the scenes
of a romantic play
with the audience ever held
at the point of tears
$..
drenched by a silence
replacing words
I swallow time as
my spirit glides into a mirage-
posting into the blank multiverse
to clear the uneveness
tell the world if your heart has
a lot to say
even if it's just tumbling feathers
into the dryer.
*(2i*)
caress escape
wave wave movement infinite upward
planned simple
and end and and , in that case, and
after a lot of reflection
didn't really matter
and I swear I'm happy
.
pools of eloquence dissolved into dry reflected smiles
I'd shout but then maybe someone would stare
as I walk past empty tables
marble scattered on the walls
hid by life and temperature
pleeding an outer universe We light candles
Her eyes are stars of twilight
-Like all beginnings
when color changes contrast emerges
into a unique landscape
None can dim a healthy world entirely
though mesmerized
I still listen to our most sincere moments; to our darkness
but just for a moment...
before or just after the whirlpools
draw me too deep within
Untitled smiles cost nothing but well done ones leave a feeling of guilt.
.4
in a soft windless steady rain
There is still the first rule
The world reinvents itself
in a continuous pulse
without first step
or torch with blazing light
in song
from the universal note
a human body of liquid time
controlled by the Earth
beside me in electrical charges held in blood acid
beaming warmth light moving my lips eyes like tides
A thousand emotions into a version of the past I forgot existed.
*
While we move the stars in some way I'll never understand
vibrating and swinging in an arc across the sky
long fingers retracing love’s wondrous persistence.
God's putting space again in my eyes
Moving honestly
Believe in the universe closest to you
and that I don't name names,,,
Use your radar to circumnavigate the back screen
the radiologist, books, and the aerial mixing of words with pauses
In trying to view thing this way
You may find spirals too within soft tissue
and words with eyes breathing cold echoes into your heart
what I didn't come to say
The voice that slows and catches paused dreams
looking back just saying simply what to do
pinpointing curiosities
not in weakness or fear, but in confidence
with comfort and calm
I'm going to Believe
4/3
they will see that
life inside you now
here and forever
other things happening
not by work alone
The thunder prepares its part in the storm
from behind glass in silence
and under rocks
now forced to fly
the uncensored spine
unwinds its tree branches
shattering the antique china
.
waiting to not belong
not all wrong
to be turned with dust
into sunflowers on these
red hills
climbing high on the trees
being with leaves missing edges
lost forever.
running through the
chasms of a songbird's
digestive system
dancing to the changing score and
movement
.
Every now and then she baked
And we'd all come in saying nothing that mattered.
waiting for that soft lump to grow
as big as the room it was in
I remember us all standing on the chairs by the lamp
and her telling us to get down
before she finished one of her stories.
(..and if I ever see her again )
She always ended with "and that's the way it was."
and the room was always warm and friendly.
^
I think I can find you again
say it's alright
say its ok to try
to bare my self a little
as these shadows pass over inside the
quiet stillness
tell me that like images from dreams
they will quickly disappear again
its a funny thing
like other things
that voice in the shadow of my heart
that i hear every time
i fall
it helps me endure
the surrendering
and the cold night air
...
Images open in my mind
standing clear against countless time
from inner membranes, earth falling light
captures thoroughly overlapping possibilities
( I'm leaving out these five lines to give
a sense of curiosity and wonder)
like an old sculptor watching the shadows fall
as one world slips into another
...
On words needing a voice,
inspiration, air, waking life and love...
Elements wash the mountains flush with colors
that change with second looks
speaking with ease and nonchalance
It's enough to forget such natural things
but why is it enough?
..
And as if to make this point
I go back for a moment to look
after the foreseeable future
making anything at all into
everything equal
Perhaps its only thin air but
how comforting to think this road
leads toward that horizon
Im here in the lines you might pass over
a reminder that we all make images of
anything everything and nothing at all
like the living spirit running through all things
never ending in one lasting scene
.
