i want to tell you about the sadness i inhabit.
i want to tell you the way it colors my eyes,
how it
hangs upon me like dew
drops or honey...
not the popular misery of a failed culture, or
the missing lover, or the disinherited family,
or jobs, or responsibilities...
...the sadness that is this beautiful life ....
as now, with Bach living in a single cello,
a single breathing dragon ....the wind
is a leafy swirl gracing my skins; my skin's
wed to a pure flame of passing summer...
it's the last light, the way it burns the
treetops like brush tips
painting a setting scene:
evening approaching
with its
long dark
cloak of ashes.
it's the fleeting knowledge of life itself,
this passing parade, season upon season,
the wine of love's
lips, the
solitary essence of vibrating strings
..... stretching .....a scratching sadness,
an instrument of introspection.
(those who believe beauty is only skin deep
know little of beauty, or skin, or depth)
it's this
single
serenaded motion, everything
that eludes sensation,
barely touched
yet somehow as sentient as inevitable death,
like sunrise, exactly like a sad and lonely sunrise
only the sea sees: it's a
single
moment
and that's all there is. you can't move,
barely breathing. you dare not
look away, because this is the only time
this will ever happen. repeat that to yourself.
this is the only time this will ever happen.
that's sadness.
beautiful, beatific sadness.
an eternal glance, an infinite
embrace, a slow smile, that never-ending
shadow passing through ..... long and lonesome notes
spanning your entire life, distilling
every tear, every drop of blood,
each
breath and triumphant moment,
all in a single suite.
a sadness
that cuts the bone at the back of the heart,
sawing through the lumber of life,
separating
those two halves of what
was then and what is
now.
perhaps sadness propels us forward,
bringing us closer to life, to each other,
to that single, solitary moment
of deathly beauty:
the only thing you have
[is]
...........
Friday, July 17, 2015
moon house
moon lives in a round
house dances around
its house like moons
the sky floats on the
air.
does the moon--
does it? dance
inside
your skin inside
your love's heart does it
love you into
its round house the
sky
that floats the air
? can you
fly if you fly
like moons ?
do you sigh if moon
light spills over
you
?
it's the moon
isn't it? the sky at night
through
air
through
mirrors the sky's
reflected orgasm
shedding light
silvery slippery
like moon light
it's
the moon
isn't it
?
house that is round even
when it's empty
house dances around
its house like moons
the sky floats on the
air.
does the moon--
does it? dance
inside
your skin inside
your love's heart does it
love you into
its round house the
sky
that floats the air
? can you
fly if you fly
like moons ?
do you sigh if moon
light spills over
you
?
it's the moon
isn't it? the sky at night
through
air
through
mirrors the sky's
reflected orgasm
shedding light
silvery slippery
like moon light
it's
the moon
isn't it
?
house that is round even
when it's empty
poetry girl
some wear their
heart on a sleeve.
you wear your
heart on your
heart. your heart
beckons:
write poems.
so i do.
but....
there is perhaps
no more
beautiful poem
than the one
written into
your heart.
heart on a sleeve.
you wear your
heart on your
heart. your heart
beckons:
write poems.
so i do.
but....
there is perhaps
no more
beautiful poem
than the one
written into
your heart.
wonder moon
it's such a wonder
the way the
sky opens the sea
splits it
sets the
deep light free: moon
shines face down descending
from its round house
afloat with air
drinking in the sea's
scattered light shattered
stillness.
the sun finds
its other purpose
in its farewell, painting
a chameleon sky
to make room
for moonlit
sculpture.
such a wonder
full moon come
to life
on the sea.
the way the
sky opens the sea
splits it
sets the
deep light free: moon
shines face down descending
from its round house
afloat with air
drinking in the sea's
scattered light shattered
stillness.
the sun finds
its other purpose
in its farewell, painting
a chameleon sky
to make room
for moonlit
sculpture.
such a wonder
full moon come
to life
on the sea.
the lovers
the way they look at each other
the moon is the first lesson the sun
rings the bell the sea repeats that fire
and their eyes burn their lips smolder
their bodies' singularity becomes its own light
the way they look at each other
the sky retreats stars wink the dark
strands of falling hair shadows
their delight in palpable humming waves
and waves arrive seeking their own pleasure
the way they look at each other
is its own laughter its own banquet
the only two people alive who do
not hunger they feast on each other
their eyes their touch their common corporeal
the moon is the first lesson the sun
rings the bell the sea repeats that fire
and their eyes burn their lips smolder
their bodies' singularity becomes its own light
the way they look at each other
the sky retreats stars wink the dark
strands of falling hair shadows
their delight in palpable humming waves
and waves arrive seeking their own pleasure
the way they look at each other
is its own laughter its own banquet
the only two people alive who do
not hunger they feast on each other
their eyes their touch their common corporeal
skinshine
days long linger the light
sunlit skin tattooed with dirt i labor
the earth sip sun
slather it on my skin
akin to sunshine. i am some
shadow
stepping into light. shines on me
sweet but sad like
waves stand on shores
saying good-bye. similar
each time: some tides
high, some low. the sea
is stormy calm
and unreachable. by land
and sea we seek solace,
soul place or some place
to simmer like summer
where everything is growing.
sunlit skin tattooed with dirt i labor
the earth sip sun
slather it on my skin
akin to sunshine. i am some
shadow
stepping into light. shines on me
sweet but sad like
waves stand on shores
saying good-bye. similar
each time: some tides
high, some low. the sea
is stormy calm
and unreachable. by land
and sea we seek solace,
soul place or some place
to simmer like summer
where everything is growing.
rain
the first drop of rain
sneaks in i barely
notice i wonder
if i imagined you
were born in clouds
the second drop of rain
seemed mistaken i was
blind you were there
only i thought there
was only sand for shelter
the third drop of rain
made me thirsty i
asked for more my mouth
open barely slaked
the tide already leaving
the fourth drop of rain
unexpected and i hoped
the thunder was you
announcing the lightning
as i faced the sea
the fifth drop of rain
is a joke a crime
diminishing daylight heat
pause and repose
we invent games for
the sixth drop of rain
grew tired of waiting
i looked inside you
asked why i drift i
said i misunderstood the sea
the seventh drop of rain
tastes bitter tastes
less like hearts i vacate
empty confusion always
asking the wrong questions
the eighth drop of rain
eats my soul my
heart with doors unanswering
no rooms but where
will you sleep if not there
the ninth drop of rain
blends into all others
i can't count anymore i
stand naked in the rain
you leave me to the sea
the tenth drop of rain
waits sees what might happen
leaves room for doubt for
hope for solitude to creep
shadowless crawling toward me
sneaks in i barely
notice i wonder
if i imagined you
were born in clouds
the second drop of rain
seemed mistaken i was
blind you were there
only i thought there
was only sand for shelter
the third drop of rain
made me thirsty i
asked for more my mouth
open barely slaked
the tide already leaving
the fourth drop of rain
unexpected and i hoped
the thunder was you
announcing the lightning
as i faced the sea
the fifth drop of rain
is a joke a crime
diminishing daylight heat
pause and repose
we invent games for
the sixth drop of rain
grew tired of waiting
i looked inside you
asked why i drift i
said i misunderstood the sea
the seventh drop of rain
tastes bitter tastes
less like hearts i vacate
empty confusion always
asking the wrong questions
the eighth drop of rain
eats my soul my
heart with doors unanswering
no rooms but where
will you sleep if not there
the ninth drop of rain
blends into all others
i can't count anymore i
stand naked in the rain
you leave me to the sea
the tenth drop of rain
waits sees what might happen
leaves room for doubt for
hope for solitude to creep
shadowless crawling toward me
know this
listen, you know how this is:
you look upon my skin crawling
with sunlight and you want it
to summon the moon's
embrace, cradle of the sea's deepest
secrets. i am
no master of subtleties yet
i can pick flowers and arrange them
into your poem.
perhaps you only see the distance
between us where i am
convinced we are the same
wave on opposing shores
of our mutual ocean, and
i confess that my heart
was last seen at sea, fishing
for lost scraps of light
the moon let go.
look, maybe you know this:
you look upon this skin of me
tattooed with sunshine and you want it
to transcribe the moonlight
so it rhymes with the sea
but i have only secret poems only
i can interpret but
if you plant a field of daisies i will
come and till your poem.
you look upon my skin crawling
with sunlight and you want it
to summon the moon's
embrace, cradle of the sea's deepest
secrets. i am
no master of subtleties yet
i can pick flowers and arrange them
into your poem.
perhaps you only see the distance
between us where i am
convinced we are the same
wave on opposing shores
of our mutual ocean, and
i confess that my heart
was last seen at sea, fishing
for lost scraps of light
the moon let go.
look, maybe you know this:
you look upon this skin of me
tattooed with sunshine and you want it
to transcribe the moonlight
so it rhymes with the sea
but i have only secret poems only
i can interpret but
if you plant a field of daisies i will
come and till your poem.
string sad
such simple sadness
in sounds from strings
fiddle sings streak sad cheeks
salted with solitary streams these
tears that are dream shadows.
i sit where we sat when we
first met oh how much could
change in the time it takes
the tide to pull
the moon full
of cheer the music now
conveys a change in feeling.
give me melancholy, give me
happiness, but take from me
this long sad waltz
the fiddles fell back into.
take from me whatever
failings i perpetuate but
never take from me
the lingering memory of
you sitting next to me
smiling the way the moon
waxed the philosophical we were
when the sea opened up
to that brilliant lunar light.
in sounds from strings
fiddle sings streak sad cheeks
salted with solitary streams these
tears that are dream shadows.
i sit where we sat when we
first met oh how much could
change in the time it takes
the tide to pull
the moon full
of cheer the music now
conveys a change in feeling.
give me melancholy, give me
happiness, but take from me
this long sad waltz
the fiddles fell back into.
take from me whatever
failings i perpetuate but
never take from me
the lingering memory of
you sitting next to me
smiling the way the moon
waxed the philosophical we were
when the sea opened up
to that brilliant lunar light.
leftovers
sitting in sun
lit lounging under long
shadows lengthening drinking in
the libatious summer.
rolling boules across the dust
scapes the onlookers revel
reveal their pleasure for little
passions. fiddles tune the air
leftover from festive nights
the breeze blows balls pinging
ponging and i sit longing
to laugh your laughter to
chat with you after the day
is done and naught needs doing.
so short so sweet like seasonal fruit
your scent lingers as i scatter
featherless wings wishing
i could fly the way you wanted
me too. all your splendor on offer
yet i chose only to seek
your mind your heart your other
arts those parts that make you
the mosaic i am left piecing together
how much i enjoyed the way
you showed me the long way
back to myself. the table is open
the ping the pong the sing the song
of two people catching up after all this lifetime.
lit lounging under long
shadows lengthening drinking in
the libatious summer.
rolling boules across the dust
scapes the onlookers revel
reveal their pleasure for little
passions. fiddles tune the air
leftover from festive nights
the breeze blows balls pinging
ponging and i sit longing
to laugh your laughter to
chat with you after the day
is done and naught needs doing.
so short so sweet like seasonal fruit
your scent lingers as i scatter
featherless wings wishing
i could fly the way you wanted
me too. all your splendor on offer
yet i chose only to seek
your mind your heart your other
arts those parts that make you
the mosaic i am left piecing together
how much i enjoyed the way
you showed me the long way
back to myself. the table is open
the ping the pong the sing the song
of two people catching up after all this lifetime.
traveling girl
her verve her
vim that visual
unusual
as if
perched
on the verge
of beautiful
birds she keeps
in hair
unkempt yet
languished like
lucid languages
her grace her
grandeur that grin
splashed face
she faces
the sea
as if
this land this
place is a place
to paint to
play upon
leaving foot
prints imprints
in my heart my
shifting sands
seeking her
tide
should it ever
return
her arts her
heart her soul
i sought to
know
how she
could populate
these skies
her stars her
eyes a light
shining
into my dark my
night water heart
she touched she
left
rippling waving
farewell down
tunnels funneling
light upon light
but i am not
alone in receiving
her shine her
illumination
vim that visual
unusual
as if
perched
on the verge
of beautiful
birds she keeps
in hair
unkempt yet
languished like
lucid languages
her grace her
grandeur that grin
splashed face
she faces
the sea
as if
this land this
place is a place
to paint to
play upon
leaving foot
prints imprints
in my heart my
shifting sands
seeking her
tide
should it ever
return
her arts her
heart her soul
i sought to
know
how she
could populate
these skies
her stars her
eyes a light
shining
into my dark my
night water heart
she touched she
left
rippling waving
farewell down
tunnels funneling
light upon light
but i am not
alone in receiving
her shine her
illumination
bonnie lass
funny, that sun hat bonnie
lass, laughs and lingers
this long way to another way.
funny, her manner's demeanor
dreamy but anchors aweigh
her heart in the sea.
funny, her heart is the sea
i see in her stare her
eyes are shallow waters soul deep.
funny, her magic coat of curly
smiles sails round rainbows
circling the sun.
funny, she shimmers both
sun and shadow she shows
both sides of her heart.
funny, she should linger
as i wonder whether she is
wondering whether i am.
funny, that sun hat bonnie
lass, her laughter lingers
exactly as she is natural.
funny, that sun hat bonnie
lass,
laughing.
lass, laughs and lingers
this long way to another way.
funny, her manner's demeanor
dreamy but anchors aweigh
her heart in the sea.
funny, her heart is the sea
i see in her stare her
eyes are shallow waters soul deep.
funny, her magic coat of curly
smiles sails round rainbows
circling the sun.
funny, she shimmers both
sun and shadow she shows
both sides of her heart.
funny, she should linger
as i wonder whether she is
wondering whether i am.
funny, that sun hat bonnie
lass, her laughter lingers
exactly as she is natural.
funny, that sun hat bonnie
lass,
laughing.
boys
what dreams cling to your
sleep peaceful
when i marvel over your immensity?
you should know this...
you broke my heart
wide open for your light to shine this
realization of myself, to illuminate
the meaning of love without conditions.
the very existence of your beautiful being
teaches me more
than my lifetime of books.
you write your essence into
my heart broken into more hearts, more
hearts to hold you,
to hold you.
sleep peaceful
when i marvel over your immensity?
you should know this...
you broke my heart
wide open for your light to shine this
realization of myself, to illuminate
the meaning of love without conditions.
the very existence of your beautiful being
teaches me more
than my lifetime of books.
you write your essence into
my heart broken into more hearts, more
hearts to hold you,
to hold you.
changing
the sky is fire the sky
like flesh aflame burns desire
sky on fire burns like flesh
burns like desire
the sky is fire
heart whose wings
find roots in death whose wings
root in farewells watered
by tears wells of sadness and sadness
is a well with salty feathers
wings made of crystal tears
i do not know the name
for forgotten dreams i do not
understand my name scattered
etched into a changing sea
i cannot remember the name
of the sea that i forgot
when sea becomes flesh
like flesh aflame burns desire
sky on fire burns like flesh
burns like desire
the sky is fire
heart whose wings
find roots in death whose wings
root in farewells watered
by tears wells of sadness and sadness
is a well with salty feathers
wings made of crystal tears
i do not know the name
for forgotten dreams i do not
understand my name scattered
etched into a changing sea
i cannot remember the name
of the sea that i forgot
when sea becomes flesh
long moment
i live my life in a single moment separated
by the individual waves breaking
scattering the light
across the glassy strand shattered
by stillness as i reinvent my breath.
standing facing the sea in fury
the sea in repose i see my life
in a single moment separated by multiple
horizons i cannot touch much
less recall those sad ships sinking
into the sky's melding with the sea.
yet sad ships with sad stow away
memories never do take this sorrow
away for good--perhaps
this is why the sky is round
the waves return
the moon reflects itself
and i have yet to learn to sail
because the wind is still a mystery.
perhaps i remain here looking for a cure
or to cope with this extravagant melancholy
by surrounding myself with salt with
the sea with this dream thick with blood.
the moon is a frozen suspended solitary
tear, a single mineral lost in the stars.
my life is one long moment
interrupted by tears.
by the individual waves breaking
scattering the light
across the glassy strand shattered
by stillness as i reinvent my breath.
standing facing the sea in fury
the sea in repose i see my life
in a single moment separated by multiple
horizons i cannot touch much
less recall those sad ships sinking
into the sky's melding with the sea.
yet sad ships with sad stow away
memories never do take this sorrow
away for good--perhaps
this is why the sky is round
the waves return
the moon reflects itself
and i have yet to learn to sail
because the wind is still a mystery.
perhaps i remain here looking for a cure
or to cope with this extravagant melancholy
by surrounding myself with salt with
the sea with this dream thick with blood.
the moon is a frozen suspended solitary
tear, a single mineral lost in the stars.
my life is one long moment
interrupted by tears.
land light
there are in these lands mountains
trees clouds faces laughters
that capture light that
last stretch of day
before night
catching glowing rays
as memory lingers
passion kindles
barriers dwindle
this land breathes fire salt
water wind the humus of decay
the mineral of rebirth bones
to build upon flesh
to extend as sunlight splashes
falls like water feathers tears
suspended in animated drizzle
it's an existence of hardness like
mountains push the sea
softly the green leaves of light
perch their birds branch roots
rivers stumble run their way toward
the sea the
immense coffin watering
graves we came to dig
as it happens this place this
land is last light hovering
atop every everything atop every
thing under
the sun the
sea rejects the glisten the sea
hides its own secrets
buries its own dead sometimes
spitting bones sometimes
inviting you to dinner
this happens every day this
dance this light that dark that
equally disproportionate split
between distant lovers two
deep purposes in flames in transit
between light dark between
water fire water stone and everything
is illumined is
part of this land
trees clouds faces laughters
that capture light that
last stretch of day
before night
catching glowing rays
as memory lingers
passion kindles
barriers dwindle
this land breathes fire salt
water wind the humus of decay
the mineral of rebirth bones
to build upon flesh
to extend as sunlight splashes
falls like water feathers tears
suspended in animated drizzle
it's an existence of hardness like
mountains push the sea
softly the green leaves of light
perch their birds branch roots
rivers stumble run their way toward
the sea the
immense coffin watering
graves we came to dig
as it happens this place this
land is last light hovering
atop every everything atop every
thing under
the sun the
sea rejects the glisten the sea
hides its own secrets
buries its own dead sometimes
spitting bones sometimes
inviting you to dinner
this happens every day this
dance this light that dark that
equally disproportionate split
between distant lovers two
deep purposes in flames in transit
between light dark between
water fire water stone and everything
is illumined is
part of this land
i ask
why is everything opposite when
the hand that stretches out to you
reaching for your heart
flashes rose covered daggers
glistening as mirrors you inhabit
why do i stand astride the sea
the land the moonlight calving
the surf with repeated sun
while we expect to tread water
when the force of stars pushes you in
why seek answers in these pages
not yet written with autumn leaves
while summer wraps itself in me vine-like
as i see where the light leads me
away from the past i cast in this present
what do they say those silent stones underfoot
walking treading tracing circles in the sand
trying to understand the tides that star fish dream
of the air the sky we climb
trying to find the sea up above
what is the sunset really saying in color
in sensational fleeting moments furtive
we sip the wine drink the clouds eat earth
sleep with water and sunrise becomes amniotic
so we nurse with blind eyes beating hearts
why do i return here seeking you
as if your heart my mind our song lives
in ink wells full of wishes sorrows
ecstatic regrets i exorcise feelings
in fluid blue hues sometimes the blues
where do i find my glory salvaged
rising again with flowers again summer
again on fire i follow the light the
dark the teachings of broken words
the harmony of hurt the disjoint in delight
the hand that stretches out to you
reaching for your heart
flashes rose covered daggers
glistening as mirrors you inhabit
why do i stand astride the sea
the land the moonlight calving
the surf with repeated sun
while we expect to tread water
when the force of stars pushes you in
why seek answers in these pages
not yet written with autumn leaves
while summer wraps itself in me vine-like
as i see where the light leads me
away from the past i cast in this present
what do they say those silent stones underfoot
walking treading tracing circles in the sand
trying to understand the tides that star fish dream
of the air the sky we climb
trying to find the sea up above
what is the sunset really saying in color
in sensational fleeting moments furtive
we sip the wine drink the clouds eat earth
sleep with water and sunrise becomes amniotic
so we nurse with blind eyes beating hearts
why do i return here seeking you
as if your heart my mind our song lives
in ink wells full of wishes sorrows
ecstatic regrets i exorcise feelings
in fluid blue hues sometimes the blues
where do i find my glory salvaged
rising again with flowers again summer
again on fire i follow the light the
dark the teachings of broken words
the harmony of hurt the disjoint in delight
loneliness
sometimes this loneliness this
endlessness this is
when its wept kisses
slip away sleepless
this aloneness is this
homelessness i am
witness to this
wetness of cheeks unkissed
wiped away by sweetness
what emptiness is this
empty nest chest fist
fights heart lips
whispers i wonder if
anyone heard this
sometimes this loneliness this
light darkness is this
wish to kiss tulips wine
sips and roses'
hips swollen tongue tips
finger tight grips
slipped in between sleepless
stillness
moonlit
endlessness this is
when its wept kisses
slip away sleepless
this aloneness is this
homelessness i am
witness to this
wetness of cheeks unkissed
wiped away by sweetness
what emptiness is this
empty nest chest fist
fights heart lips
whispers i wonder if
anyone heard this
sometimes this loneliness this
light darkness is this
wish to kiss tulips wine
sips and roses'
hips swollen tongue tips
finger tight grips
slipped in between sleepless
stillness
moonlit
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