Surrender to the death we flirt with:
The devourer, the carrion bird
Is what the warrior heard.
A nail pounded into wood hurt
The hand that healed
And from the cross grounded in dirt
A wrecked destiny unreeled
Half as good, Holy-Spirited,
Breathe in His incense, His insistence,
His followers and mental patients
Both wholly committed.
Few knew how to find me
And fewer still were even kind to me
But we
See the line, and
Know the law of the line--
You are authentic, hectic, and eclectic
But you are not mine
We are borrowed from our Lord
Who made us
Who made us for each other
You are not mine to own
We will return each other one day to home
Our bodies to the earth
Our spirits to the sky
You are not mine.
But love is ours... bending
Blending spending time
Feet finding the dirt, grass and gravel
Taking time... taking a class
Healing hurt... feeling heart.
Finding our way past our past we unravel.
Fight fear with the flames of faith
Out of the woods and into the fire we go
Never let me go
My finger is ring-ing
My heart is singing
My arms flung wide
Hope is alive somewhere inside.
This is the joy of the time:
Kissing the drops of sweat on your back
A song of sodium
An elegant antidote to tedium:
Skin glistens bright fire flashing in little lines
Stars in a stack on blankets
Red, gold, and fine.
Throw off the blanket, legs in a sweat
The dregs of bad dreams fading yet
Risking release we forgive, forget.
Fear's fingers brush skin that's wet:
Webs from a fibrous fever
looking for the switch, the lever.
Density is done as done
A glass filled to the top
surface tension.
Your cup overfloweth
with
a gentle breath.
4.6.2006
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday
She is a book but you can not read her;
You must be silent and strong as cedar...
A tree with teeth, more bite than bark
(Part not parcel of a pantheistic god)
A canyon at night dancing with starlight
The essence of ebony but not as dark.
And while driving I am driven
my eyes shine silver in the mirror
They are slate gray stars on a cloudy day...
Find heaven in a circle, an Anasazi Kiva,
The Ancient Ones worshipped the Goddess
by the river
with songs and the lyre:
She stands in the center next to the altar
Facing the fire
Her heart full of everything we had to offer;
Her eyes see through the smoke and ashes of the
Unheavened dead;
Her soul revels in the odor and the smell of
Unleavened bread;
Her thoughts are notions of potions and spells--
Untended thread;
Dressed in robes of stone and earth and wind:
When wishes get twisted you cannot stop them.
Stand hand in hand at the bend
At the end.
She put a folding wall up behind her desk
To keep him away from her
Now the only change is he asks a question
Instead of leaning on the side of her desk
And staring at her...
(Yellow coyote eyes glaring at her)
Magic doesn't change the real
It just gives it flesh and feet.
It is the spiritual world we feel
Like prayers in the air or a seal on the arm
We are driven by spirits and efreets to find Golden Street.
My God is One...(Three, yes, but still One)
....Trinity...Infinity...and, Unity.
Creation is an expression of His loneliness
Creating little people and homes to bless.
For we are lovely, fore-lonely, and revolt-ing--
In His Image I am one of a revolution.
And from the revolution I began, I run...
I run to the Goddess Who is She and is Us.
My God works in Ways mysterious:
His Ways are prayer, peyote, people, and power:
He is King of the wide awake and dreams delirious.
She turns Her gaze upon me, solemn and serious.
"It's the song...that burns. It's the wheel...that turns..."*
Turn down the volume, turn down the side path.
"A gentle answer turneth away wrath."**
At the end
We help; we heal; we learn; we laugh.
In the wind
I wrap two arms and one blanket around your shoulders...
We are one...(two, yes, but still one)
Remember that and feel warm
On days when the weather seems colder...
3.28.2006
* from "All Over You" by LIVE
** from Proverbs 15:1 (KJV)
You must be silent and strong as cedar...
A tree with teeth, more bite than bark
(Part not parcel of a pantheistic god)
A canyon at night dancing with starlight
The essence of ebony but not as dark.
And while driving I am driven
my eyes shine silver in the mirror
They are slate gray stars on a cloudy day...
Find heaven in a circle, an Anasazi Kiva,
The Ancient Ones worshipped the Goddess
by the river
with songs and the lyre:
She stands in the center next to the altar
Facing the fire
Her heart full of everything we had to offer;
Her eyes see through the smoke and ashes of the
Unheavened dead;
Her soul revels in the odor and the smell of
Unleavened bread;
Her thoughts are notions of potions and spells--
Untended thread;
Dressed in robes of stone and earth and wind:
When wishes get twisted you cannot stop them.
Stand hand in hand at the bend
At the end.
She put a folding wall up behind her desk
To keep him away from her
Now the only change is he asks a question
Instead of leaning on the side of her desk
And staring at her...
(Yellow coyote eyes glaring at her)
Magic doesn't change the real
It just gives it flesh and feet.
It is the spiritual world we feel
Like prayers in the air or a seal on the arm
We are driven by spirits and efreets to find Golden Street.
My God is One...(Three, yes, but still One)
....Trinity...Infinity...and, Unity.
Creation is an expression of His loneliness
Creating little people and homes to bless.
For we are lovely, fore-lonely, and revolt-ing--
In His Image I am one of a revolution.
And from the revolution I began, I run...
I run to the Goddess Who is She and is Us.
My God works in Ways mysterious:
His Ways are prayer, peyote, people, and power:
He is King of the wide awake and dreams delirious.
She turns Her gaze upon me, solemn and serious.
"It's the song...that burns. It's the wheel...that turns..."*
Turn down the volume, turn down the side path.
"A gentle answer turneth away wrath."**
At the end
We help; we heal; we learn; we laugh.
In the wind
I wrap two arms and one blanket around your shoulders...
We are one...(two, yes, but still one)
Remember that and feel warm
On days when the weather seems colder...
3.28.2006
* from "All Over You" by LIVE
** from Proverbs 15:1 (KJV)
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Evertheless
Filled with the Holy Spirit we are enraptured,
We watch time with a watch, and we forget that
We cannot capture the time that has us captured...
Filled with manna, filled with money, the basket
Is passed from short hand to long hand (abandoned)
Floating as if on a river, Moses in a blanket.
Take up a collection for collective protection
Bargain for a piece, a part, a slice of peace...
How do you reach a cold heart?
How do you breach the bitter surface?
(Does it just take luck?)
How do you start?
Stab the ice and break it up.
But sometimes the better part of valor
Is a perilous predilection...discretion.
"Oh, what fools these mortals be!"
A wish so bold and strong (like a cold dream)
Rings through with truth and ardor.
The only blue is in my eyes and the sky
God is greedy with His colors.
What is white and hides
Beside the sky?
A clever cloud hovers low along the horizon.
If she wants to leave you, let her.
Do not wonder, "Where is the third wish...
the one that I can use to make it all better...?"
The mind is a terrible thing and tragic
Ending in resistance, distance, and violence.
What we don't understand we call magic;
What we think we do know we call science.
We polish the onyx of our knowledge:
Dust and small chips look black and sick.
At the edge we almost fall
Then run back quick.
We call magic.
To the Father, the farmer, and the fisher
And some angels, prayer is just a rumor
Wishes turned against the wisher
By a god with a wicked sense of humor.
But my God is the God of love:
The Maker of Earth and Heaven
Has made us wander and wonder, made us late,
Too late to escape from the fear, the pain...
We fly to the future on the tracks of fate
Our lot in life is a boxcar on a train.
The train moves faster and faster
We try to crank our lives up to an eleven
Serving the pain that is not our master.
God has given me healing, love, and a friend:
As the river of blood flows past him past her...
The river reaches the mouth of a lake and blends
With the homes of mermaids, divers, dancers.
We only start to live if love finds us when
We are bare and bend, a delicate disaster.
From wide windows we see golden streets and a glen,
Green skies hold silver linings that were
Once clouds full, white, and wet.
There you are, God's Princess in a grass skirt...
We hold each other, kiss, whisper, then listen;
There are no more questions, only answers,
And there is no wind, only rain in heaven.
3.27.2006
We watch time with a watch, and we forget that
We cannot capture the time that has us captured...
Filled with manna, filled with money, the basket
Is passed from short hand to long hand (abandoned)
Floating as if on a river, Moses in a blanket.
Take up a collection for collective protection
Bargain for a piece, a part, a slice of peace...
How do you reach a cold heart?
How do you breach the bitter surface?
(Does it just take luck?)
How do you start?
Stab the ice and break it up.
But sometimes the better part of valor
Is a perilous predilection...discretion.
"Oh, what fools these mortals be!"
A wish so bold and strong (like a cold dream)
Rings through with truth and ardor.
The only blue is in my eyes and the sky
God is greedy with His colors.
What is white and hides
Beside the sky?
A clever cloud hovers low along the horizon.
If she wants to leave you, let her.
Do not wonder, "Where is the third wish...
the one that I can use to make it all better...?"
The mind is a terrible thing and tragic
Ending in resistance, distance, and violence.
What we don't understand we call magic;
What we think we do know we call science.
We polish the onyx of our knowledge:
Dust and small chips look black and sick.
At the edge we almost fall
Then run back quick.
We call magic.
To the Father, the farmer, and the fisher
And some angels, prayer is just a rumor
Wishes turned against the wisher
By a god with a wicked sense of humor.
But my God is the God of love:
The Maker of Earth and Heaven
Has made us wander and wonder, made us late,
Too late to escape from the fear, the pain...
We fly to the future on the tracks of fate
Our lot in life is a boxcar on a train.
The train moves faster and faster
We try to crank our lives up to an eleven
Serving the pain that is not our master.
God has given me healing, love, and a friend:
As the river of blood flows past him past her...
The river reaches the mouth of a lake and blends
With the homes of mermaids, divers, dancers.
We only start to live if love finds us when
We are bare and bend, a delicate disaster.
From wide windows we see golden streets and a glen,
Green skies hold silver linings that were
Once clouds full, white, and wet.
There you are, God's Princess in a grass skirt...
We hold each other, kiss, whisper, then listen;
There are no more questions, only answers,
And there is no wind, only rain in heaven.
3.27.2006
Winterain
Love lays flat upon my finger
Burned upon my flesh with dark color...
In this place
In this time
Stark terror becomes sublime.
A serpent singeing pain:
again the needle is poised, ready to strike.
I think I know why they might call it a ring,
it rings out singing to faith and doubt alike.
I have thrown my heart on the tracks
In the path of the oncoming train of your affection.
Tempt me brush me touch me crush me
with slight soft fingers or steel wheels.
I am bound to the path bound to the tracks
Bound to you in a wish as strong as winter's will.
Now when clouds darken a silver sky, cracks
Between clouds of gray are lined with a shine of hope.
Maybe rain will fall soft and slow as we march
in yellow boots toward a shining spring of green and blue
in a field before the cathedral and the arch
Filled with wind and flowers and endless hours
Spent with two who love: me and you...
We enter through
the transept, swept away with the breath of God
onward
on toward a long summer day instead...
God has given us this time and this place
The scent of white roses mixes with the smell of bread:
God the Mother feeds us, clothes us with clover,
Shelters us with the stars of distant planets, far suns.
Come running through the meadow, an argent angel
The White God bleeds sparkling snow and is done.
God the Father kisses our eyes blessing our sight
With a dream (we are stirred with the gift of His Son.)
Through a glass darkly we see heaven, a blurry vision.
Almost too late we find the glass is a mirror
Dark not with filth or stain
But with our own grief, a wilting pain, and terror.
Only now can we make it clean
With the elements of winter and rain
And a hundred happy angels felt but never seen.
The greatest fallen angel has no one to blame;
He is a sidewalk stalker with no name
Pulling a black coat close against wind and cold.
Winter and rain have merged, have become
one
A delicate downpour.
He trades anonymity for fame.
Filled with youth, yearning and a yielding
We have come undone.
Only time will tell what the mirror shows
When it is washed by tears of rain and snow.
Only time will tell when our well is filled.
'my cup runneth over' our joy is spilled,
an intimate drowning of us
and more...
3.20.2006
Burned upon my flesh with dark color...
In this place
In this time
Stark terror becomes sublime.
A serpent singeing pain:
again the needle is poised, ready to strike.
I think I know why they might call it a ring,
it rings out singing to faith and doubt alike.
I have thrown my heart on the tracks
In the path of the oncoming train of your affection.
Tempt me brush me touch me crush me
with slight soft fingers or steel wheels.
I am bound to the path bound to the tracks
Bound to you in a wish as strong as winter's will.
Now when clouds darken a silver sky, cracks
Between clouds of gray are lined with a shine of hope.
Maybe rain will fall soft and slow as we march
in yellow boots toward a shining spring of green and blue
in a field before the cathedral and the arch
Filled with wind and flowers and endless hours
Spent with two who love: me and you...
We enter through
the transept, swept away with the breath of God
onward
on toward a long summer day instead...
God has given us this time and this place
The scent of white roses mixes with the smell of bread:
God the Mother feeds us, clothes us with clover,
Shelters us with the stars of distant planets, far suns.
Come running through the meadow, an argent angel
The White God bleeds sparkling snow and is done.
God the Father kisses our eyes blessing our sight
With a dream (we are stirred with the gift of His Son.)
Through a glass darkly we see heaven, a blurry vision.
Almost too late we find the glass is a mirror
Dark not with filth or stain
But with our own grief, a wilting pain, and terror.
Only now can we make it clean
With the elements of winter and rain
And a hundred happy angels felt but never seen.
The greatest fallen angel has no one to blame;
He is a sidewalk stalker with no name
Pulling a black coat close against wind and cold.
Winter and rain have merged, have become
one
A delicate downpour.
He trades anonymity for fame.
Filled with youth, yearning and a yielding
We have come undone.
Only time will tell what the mirror shows
When it is washed by tears of rain and snow.
Only time will tell when our well is filled.
'my cup runneth over' our joy is spilled,
an intimate drowning of us
and more...
3.20.2006
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
StilLove
Glancing up through the dirty windshield
(Dancing with you has made me thirsty)
Lost and found, blind but healed.
Clouds cover the sky in wide circles of light
Still reflecting what God sees...
What would I do if I were me?
Mountains of cumulus spread heaven over blue:
Silver-lined and filled with white,
Then you and me become we and move
Back and forth in a cadence smooth and tight;
We flex and stretch, alive with this rhythm,
With kisses both tender and fierce, almost a bite,
We hear bagpipes on the wind with a hymn
The sound surrounds us as silence takes flight.
Still we extend love into and around each other:
Time bends and twists and at the end starts to fray
Into lines of black ink that binds one lover to another.
Our celtic pride and love lingers on our fingers like rings
Encircling drawing us close she beneath and he above her.
(The scents on the air blend jasmine, lavender, and rose.)
This is the biggest decision of our lives...
Still no reason to panic or be afraid,
As we carpet the floor with our clothes--
Opening the door of St. Patrick's Day and more...
3.17.2006
(Dancing with you has made me thirsty)
Lost and found, blind but healed.
Clouds cover the sky in wide circles of light
Still reflecting what God sees...
What would I do if I were me?
Mountains of cumulus spread heaven over blue:
Silver-lined and filled with white,
Then you and me become we and move
Back and forth in a cadence smooth and tight;
We flex and stretch, alive with this rhythm,
With kisses both tender and fierce, almost a bite,
We hear bagpipes on the wind with a hymn
The sound surrounds us as silence takes flight.
Still we extend love into and around each other:
Time bends and twists and at the end starts to fray
Into lines of black ink that binds one lover to another.
Our celtic pride and love lingers on our fingers like rings
Encircling drawing us close she beneath and he above her.
(The scents on the air blend jasmine, lavender, and rose.)
This is the biggest decision of our lives...
Still no reason to panic or be afraid,
As we carpet the floor with our clothes--
Opening the door of St. Patrick's Day and more...
3.17.2006
Stone
You found me in a coven of wicked minerals
Where all we need is a flint to strike
And throw a spark.
We are little mountains and hills that look alike.
Suns setting in spring make us dream
Of glowing in the dark.
As my brothers and sisters watched
with silent anticipation shimmering in gray eyes,
you lifted me against the brittle slate of late winter skies;
you looked at me for a second then turned me in your hand.
One palm one thumb plumbing the depths of ridges and cracks
that bristle along my broken surface:
am I too short, too long, too fat, too thin--
at a second pass would you find me again?
I don't sparkle or glow...don't change your mind;
Do not let me go...not until I am in the flow...
Not until I'm sinking below. Your arm whips and
I am slipping from your fingers and I am sailing...
Without a canvas without a mast;
Not even a crew to tell how brave I flew.
The shore leaves me, full of rocks and my family and
my past stories. I touch the water lightly then skip
to the next center of future ripples.
There I flip, finding flight to my liking
What waits is even better: all glories
And beautiful breathing where even
the air is wetter.
How hard it is for a person to be cold, wet, and alone,
But how wonderful for a stone.
3.16.2006
Where all we need is a flint to strike
And throw a spark.
We are little mountains and hills that look alike.
Suns setting in spring make us dream
Of glowing in the dark.
As my brothers and sisters watched
with silent anticipation shimmering in gray eyes,
you lifted me against the brittle slate of late winter skies;
you looked at me for a second then turned me in your hand.
One palm one thumb plumbing the depths of ridges and cracks
that bristle along my broken surface:
am I too short, too long, too fat, too thin--
at a second pass would you find me again?
I don't sparkle or glow...don't change your mind;
Do not let me go...not until I am in the flow...
Not until I'm sinking below. Your arm whips and
I am slipping from your fingers and I am sailing...
Without a canvas without a mast;
Not even a crew to tell how brave I flew.
The shore leaves me, full of rocks and my family and
my past stories. I touch the water lightly then skip
to the next center of future ripples.
There I flip, finding flight to my liking
What waits is even better: all glories
And beautiful breathing where even
the air is wetter.
How hard it is for a person to be cold, wet, and alone,
But how wonderful for a stone.
3.16.2006
Time Will Tell
Your face as fair as summer, smooth, serene;
Your eyes as broad and bright as the sky
Stare, flash forward, and flare blue and green
As you watch me surrender to slumber and fade:
I sleep with thoughts of you and me
Somewhere here, somewhere far away
A slender finger of stone points steady toward
Heaven with a chance, a chalice, a chimney,
A dance-- a dream of us and distance,
By time's river we step then wade...
The sight of someone seeing me
makes me suddenly shiver
yellow blinking light by the water
could be from September fireflies
but making me slightly shake.
I see it could be from wolves' eyes.
Our love is a river found by a lake
Still with a screaming silence
A riot of calm
Movement below a smooth surface:
Sharp and blue and quick
Your kiss lingers on my lips
Trembling with the timbre of music
from sailors and from singers
Bound with ropes from distant ships
Hold my heart in your palm and fingers
Bend me twist me into something new
Rose petals sail on the wind with blood-red wings--
I am powerless to resist you...
And I who set pain against it to bar the door
Fell under the sway of a gentle rain
Solid cedar swings in and pain scars the floor.
Your eyes glow green and bold in low light
Promising kisses, bite-marks and more...
I yield to an avalanche of love, a gentle attack
This battle rages without blows, a welcome war;
I let go of the pain I held (that held me back).
Light from candles bends shadows sending them
Pooling like ink along the floors of the cabin.
Through dawn or darkness we find our way
During the nights and days that find us
Making love again and again.
3.6.2006
Your eyes as broad and bright as the sky
Stare, flash forward, and flare blue and green
As you watch me surrender to slumber and fade:
I sleep with thoughts of you and me
Somewhere here, somewhere far away
A slender finger of stone points steady toward
Heaven with a chance, a chalice, a chimney,
A dance-- a dream of us and distance,
By time's river we step then wade...
The sight of someone seeing me
makes me suddenly shiver
yellow blinking light by the water
could be from September fireflies
but making me slightly shake.
I see it could be from wolves' eyes.
Our love is a river found by a lake
Still with a screaming silence
A riot of calm
Movement below a smooth surface:
Sharp and blue and quick
Your kiss lingers on my lips
Trembling with the timbre of music
from sailors and from singers
Bound with ropes from distant ships
Hold my heart in your palm and fingers
Bend me twist me into something new
Rose petals sail on the wind with blood-red wings--
I am powerless to resist you...
And I who set pain against it to bar the door
Fell under the sway of a gentle rain
Solid cedar swings in and pain scars the floor.
Your eyes glow green and bold in low light
Promising kisses, bite-marks and more...
I yield to an avalanche of love, a gentle attack
This battle rages without blows, a welcome war;
I let go of the pain I held (that held me back).
Light from candles bends shadows sending them
Pooling like ink along the floors of the cabin.
Through dawn or darkness we find our way
During the nights and days that find us
Making love again and again.
3.6.2006
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