The journey in parallels
spined, but the flesh is soft
(and resting on well known harmonies)
let go upside down
asleep during a violent storm
with daylight all is well
caressed by both delight and formality
I am the strength that failed
The sea-sick authority
I don't want to watch out
Libra, restore me.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
illuminated jewels,
living jewels in a mirror land
where warm sun shines on two singers.
There I spoke my mind and died.
A crone conducts her orchestra of lightning bolts.
The emotional lady blushes the next day.
An angel who's halo is infinity
pats the king of lions.
she seems to know her own mind,
and suspects material well being
All in all a delight of friendly gossip.
Sometimes things are repaired by mercy
and not contrivance.
living jewels in a mirror land
where warm sun shines on two singers.
There I spoke my mind and died.
A crone conducts her orchestra of lightning bolts.
The emotional lady blushes the next day.
An angel who's halo is infinity
pats the king of lions.
she seems to know her own mind,
and suspects material well being
All in all a delight of friendly gossip.
Sometimes things are repaired by mercy
and not contrivance.
Friday, April 9, 2010
If I were made of only bone
the only bone after presumptions that die on the vine
the lurching sea of land beneath
my retreat left behind
could these bones be brave and true
and bring the pleasant company of memories in solitary time?
I can't be seen behind my mask
an odd paralysis is all that's visible
to be selfish or uneasy
spinning with what goes on and on
before sweet sanity unfolds
the only bone after presumptions that die on the vine
the lurching sea of land beneath
my retreat left behind
could these bones be brave and true
and bring the pleasant company of memories in solitary time?
I can't be seen behind my mask
an odd paralysis is all that's visible
to be selfish or uneasy
spinning with what goes on and on
before sweet sanity unfolds
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Admirers bow to the vibrancy and strength of generosity
and yet it is delicate
a thousand misfortunes may swarm it.
For it's our treasures that we give
and freely too,
since that is all we have to do with them.
to give
to wait
to celebrate
are we judicious and pleasant
when heartbreak is what has earned all this?
Proud towers are toppled in the wake of generous reproaches.
and yet it is delicate
a thousand misfortunes may swarm it.
For it's our treasures that we give
and freely too,
since that is all we have to do with them.
to give
to wait
to celebrate
are we judicious and pleasant
when heartbreak is what has earned all this?
Proud towers are toppled in the wake of generous reproaches.
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