Poétique

Vindtaske

Trying to narrate the wind
You can give me everything
And you can take it all away
I will not be changed
I will be the same
Unwaivered to remain
Available to the joy
Sublime yet to sustain
Tending the garden
Of my mind I find
So many roses
So many thorns
The beauty is worth
The blood to behold
Dark shadows bright lights
Early morning late night
Waving vocals that can
Cause a deep feeling
Burning in your gut
Stinging to benumbed
Singing sounds unheard
Breathing to speak
Speaking to air
Airing to narrate
In the voice of the wind

Icy

Find your restraint
Pull hard if not from tragedy
What defines a genuine like?
Manicured outsides
Betray the truth
Your idea of close
Is different from mine
We can’t be bothered
With the idiosyncratic
Tendencies for nuance
And embittered semantics
How boring to be honest
I found my chagrin icy
Greeted with poisoned apples
It would be unnecessary
To assume that the
Best intentions were
Wrapped ‘round your heart
Ascot a scarf more likely
To keep it warm from
The freezing cold emotions
Your character betrothed

30 Years

Amber green eyes
Dark hair love disguised
Devil works hard
But I work harder
The way he said it was so sad
Ecstatic heart choose yourself
I cannot be overwhelmed
If I have at the very least
Certainly another 30 years
Of working what does it matter
The little things now
If we care too much
Surely we should die sooner
With nothing left to
Care that greatly about!

Have Some

I’m good at keeping alive
Good at overprotecting myself
Does it keep away all the pain
Debatable but still rises up
Or possibly makes for better days
With the sun or the grays
Couldn’t stand up for me
So I stood up for myself
It happens that way sometimes
Feeling taller these days
Less smaller these days
Funny how we all still live here
Positioned on the same rock
Circling the same system
Solar powered or otherwise
Some of us never see each other
I remember the time when
We fought for the same things
Fall brings new beginnings
I like a fresh start…
Especially with tea…
Perhaps one day we’ll have some

Cracks

Historic epoch
Masoretic text
Read your heart
Like a book
Study your body
Melt in your aura
Crevices and cracks
Similar to an oil painting
Notes on old papyrus
Paleolithic pursuits
Arrival of the galley
Receiving the best goods
In a heartfelt manner
Dancing the atlas
Mapping the globe
Wishing to hold you
Bones like bronze
I’ve waited centuries
Counted grains of wheat
Without rupture of
Pulmonary destruction
I gather the moss in the grove
To make a pillow to rest
In the light of our
Ancient love

Sargassum

Washed up on the shore
Been through this
More than once before
Compress on the chest
Heart beats deep breaths
Algae in the blood
Seaweed sugar on the tongue
Find your level
Like water in a pond
Feelings up passions down
Lackluster aside
What about rooftops
Empty glasses and
Midnight dances
Horseback rides
Late breakfasts and the rest
Is just around the corner
When we find our mate
Without the toxic traits
Hands are supportive
No resentments reported
Crystal clear waters
Guiding our paths
Find a way to each other
There are nets to be cast

Plantythm

I can see the rhythm in plants
The digital splay of vibrations
Like counting numbers in leaves
Completely still geometrically
They’re moving shaking in place
Reverberant foliage unmuted
A tremulous explosion
Frozen in space with motion
How it’s growing from the earth
Perfectly patterned
Exquisitely mattered in
Fluttering leaves of quavering
Dances in quantum milliseconds
Without moving a single frond
Every needle every petal
Each and every blade
Full of motion in an immobile
Spellbound line

D’amis Éternels

Running the length of time
Before the earth was born
Further beyond what is recorded
In destined records unknown
In human consciousness
Looped back before the
Essence of external comprehension
Ringlets of our existence
Were found curling and waving
Through the eyes of
Endless love living in a
Space and time where
Twin flames burn
And soulmates chime
We discovered ourselves echoing
There in the infinite imagination
Of creation like two mushrooms
Gravitating in the forest
A friendship eternal
Deep in the woods
Extraterrestrially magnetized
Travelling like a myofascial
Network of neon release
Observing the underbrush
Glowing with our love

In the End

It doesn’t pay to get heated
Over things we can’t control
It doesn’t always pay to be
Responsible either if they
Can rip it away from you
It only takes time to heal
The heat the pain the anger
Out of our hands fuming
No matter how you build
No matter how they steal
Recall sitting at the back porch
Not a penny to my name
Begging for a break
Trying hard to get ahead
And enjoy it in the end
A chance to profit
Pied in the face again
Like a tornado
Or Mother Nature
Nothing is permanent
In the end
Ahead once more and then…
Things get given
Things get taken
Impermanence
Brief eternal
The ups and downs
Are still a thing
It’s truly temporary
In the grand scheme
Everything stands
Momentarily in the end

Speak

The passive bug is out to get me
I want to speak my mind still yet
The bug it won’t permit me
I know the thing to say is right
It wrestled with me in the night
Why is my tongue tied up to say
The things in which I am afraid
Mysterious moth upon my lips
Lift your wings show me the gift
If words indeed need to be said
Part my mouth relieve my head
My teeth can feel no sound relief
If not to say what’s in the heart
For where the words will hide and twist
They must be clear to pass my lips
And once is said what needs
Spring forth my head then also
Rest returns to bed for me to sleep
I cannot keep the mystery
Entirety foreshadowing what
Still my heart yearns yet to speak