Poems

There is a crux about this flame
Who's toils never cease
It burns, and moves, to its own end
In its restless search for peace
How, even the fire can be so bold
To char the pit that was its womb
Look, the ashes, so soon they're cold
Now issued from its crucible, hard and frail
A blackened bowl, a common grail
 


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G d is
a cheap no
deposit no return
plastic
beverage
container guzzled dry by
crazed
desperate
thirsty men
stumbling
in the desert happy
to drink
anything
       


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Have you looked through tainted glass?
Past painted pains like those at Mass?
Beyond the wall, behind the art?
Far past the skies, where no-where’s 
start?
       
Have you grasped the blinding light,
Then gone beyond what's just in sight?
And through the red, the blue, the green,
Know what The Artist must have seen?
       
Do you feel the notes of time,
and hear the silent in this rhyme?
Like a child's dream of what must be,
All secrets G d denied to me...
       
Have you cried out quiet prayers,
And know not certain no one hears?
Woke sound asleep to face your mask!
The question sought, your answer asked.
              
  
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forgiveness
       
the prison guard unlocks the jail door
lets all the convicts go
steps in the cell
locks the gate
breaks the key
and is free
       
its a tao poem
it means nothing
       
don't write it down
       
       
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how many rain drops keep live the sea
that sponge dry the thirst in all things but me
whil'st dark oceans roll over, reaching so high
as waves of white caps anger the sky
salt and then tears are thrown at my face
while fighting deep shadows I also must chase
across lines around circles in shapes without pause
then stopping then starting for no reason no cause
i listen to for the other while silently crying
my songs are forgotten with no one to sing
with no one to sing
       

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Thy body - so far away
oh, Lord
       
when night is clear
clouds part
I look
your stars
see my eyes
       
when I am in your garden
I hold a clump of dirt
I smell life
smell my skin
       
when I pause the moment
feel your wind on my face
sun on my shoulder
feel my touch
       
when your body yearns
at once filled and emptied
your tides surge
desire wakes
remember me
keep me
       
wait the time
we share our bed
Thou will hear
on my breath

oh, Lord


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Writing haiku on the EL
While in The Loop
I nearly missed my stop!

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