it's
a kid's game
a moon phenomenon
a snow coaster
it's a loose rock
a freeway of accuracy
a dirt path
it's a wide cut wild
an usher's beat
a wanted seat
it's the creed of bright color
the faith of deep sleep
the shape of this ship
it's a note
a tear
a kiss
it's this
it's us
it's bliss.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Thursday, August 20, 2009
I
i
burn with rage
suffocate with loss
taste only bitterness
die daily.
i
repress violence
rub elbows with arrogance
wrestle with lonliness
gamble and lose.
i
fight with time
bleed from within
am mortal and beautiful
blessing and sin.
burn with rage
suffocate with loss
taste only bitterness
die daily.
i
repress violence
rub elbows with arrogance
wrestle with lonliness
gamble and lose.
i
fight with time
bleed from within
am mortal and beautiful
blessing and sin.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
I Love To See My Panther
I love to see
my Panther's teeth when she smiles
her glossy sheen
all candles for these miles
moonlit eyes to cover me
the altar where I pray
I love to see my Panther
please give me life each day.
my Panther's teeth when she smiles
her glossy sheen
all candles for these miles
moonlit eyes to cover me
the altar where I pray
I love to see my Panther
please give me life each day.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Number 63...Virtuoso of Bygones.
I should have known
that you are nothing but
a hill climber and a curtain holder
never in the shadows tethered but
by the full moon , conquered
nothing but
a summer music maker
ice cream and trouble
a canvass for left-overs
all that's left are the Brazilian blues.
I should have known
that you aced at tennis
liked African beer
read up on the enemy and
played taps for your lovers.
I should have guessed
that you were an Exodus hero
a specialist of
plays and races
a time machine.
Worthy regret
I should have known
of how you use shadows
know the Greek alphabet
speak French with no accent
and collect second hands.
I should have known
you are a virtuoso of bygones.
that you are nothing but
a hill climber and a curtain holder
never in the shadows tethered but
by the full moon , conquered
nothing but
a summer music maker
ice cream and trouble
a canvass for left-overs
all that's left are the Brazilian blues.
I should have known
that you aced at tennis
liked African beer
read up on the enemy and
played taps for your lovers.
I should have guessed
that you were an Exodus hero
a specialist of
plays and races
a time machine.
Worthy regret
I should have known
of how you use shadows
know the Greek alphabet
speak French with no accent
and collect second hands.
I should have known
you are a virtuoso of bygones.
My
i fell in love
emotions and motions
blurry and heartbeat fast
colors lit fires in my head
words burned like logs
and kept me warm
why would i move from here?
i fell in love
with sneaking out
to grope with the moon
and in alleys we prayed together
to the same creator
i fell in love
and divorced my family
i married the streets and lived
with our offspring of words
the world slowed down all about me
and at last i was free.
emotions and motions
blurry and heartbeat fast
colors lit fires in my head
words burned like logs
and kept me warm
why would i move from here?
i fell in love
with sneaking out
to grope with the moon
and in alleys we prayed together
to the same creator
i fell in love
and divorced my family
i married the streets and lived
with our offspring of words
the world slowed down all about me
and at last i was free.
Shadow
without
her words
to love my ear
without
her secret
name to hear
there is
no wave
to flood my roll
no key
for me
to call my own.
her words
to love my ear
without
her secret
name to hear
there is
no wave
to flood my roll
no key
for me
to call my own.
Soft
a thought in random silence
steps into open air
internal songs like flowers
and inner peace flow there
i work my mind in ernest
and face each battle brave
i fight against the master
i fight against the slave.
steps into open air
internal songs like flowers
and inner peace flow there
i work my mind in ernest
and face each battle brave
i fight against the master
i fight against the slave.
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