you know
I could do nothing
about it

(I am like a lamb
that does not know
the eagle overhead
is in its descent)

seeing her light
I began to hear
her siren’s song

(and when the talons
sank deep I struggled
but not to escape
to hold on.)

for without her beacon
I should surely perish
on the jagged rocks
of the sea

There's a shadow that is cast upon the wall,
From the TV that drones mindlessly, ignored;
Forlorn and forgotten, a face hangs.
Perhaps, one day, I shall see whose shadow is cast,
But every time I turn my head the shadow passes.

it's coming near the time we
began
this time last year,
everything was shiny and
new
this time last year,
there was a me & you
this time last year,
i was open to everything and
more
maybe i shouldn't have been
wearing my heart
on my
sleeve
opened me up to your special
brand of
pain
so here's to my naivety,
my
desperation
they're one in the same
-anniversaries

I hear a rhythmic beat
and my heart goes primal.

Complexities upon complexities,
like numbers gone mad,

drifts away from my mind
and my world knows peace.

The heart of the universe,
I hear its beating, I feel

a rhythm engulfing me
a first spark of creation.

I see the snapshot left
of the transition universe.

today
my beard is wild
like vines on a farmhouse side
or a red-headed step child
I'm desperately in need of a trim
but like rainwater
overflowing a bucket's rim
or like weekend visitors
to the battlefields of Antietam
I'm embracing
the extended reach
the ecstatic lessons that
growing nature can teach
because not everything fits
in civilization's tidy box
it spreads like love
or chicken pox
and though we benefit
from culture and vaccines
forests cut down

It was a time of joy
At rest there me as a boy
Then the colours came.
Gentle shades to put me at ease.

I did not understand
Here I was in another land
Not physical, but that of the mind
I felt sick, then fear stole the day.

I was too young to be treated this way
The colours subsided into the norm
I heard voices so very far away
Yet when looking, they were inside.

i live in a thousand mirrors of the marvelous
a weightless rhythm
singing like flickering mud

drinking in the lady of the moon
her river of dreams
clothed in conch shells and goat lungs
she loves me against her soft feet
against cotton puffs and the consecration

she consecrates me in spit and blood
rubber throated suck long as a giraffe neck

slum drummers drum
among tin fires and pig guts

thee I invoke thee

shaking the rattle

snake of the spine

She used to sing "Willow willow whalia"
to my mesmerised young being

A cold song, even cruel, yet
it carries withered trickling melodies all through my years
caressing, confusing,
and so much longing

"Limpit", she said, it felt like an in of sorts
to my little clinging body
I still yearn for an in
though her cactus facade is devastating
full of familiar tunes wallowing and plinking within
full - and hollow
Echoes are the only access
I hum

rhythm of the drum
darkness rise
tainted blue skies
behind dark trees...

traveling through the cosmos
passed ocean surface
to other side of the mountain...

around and around beat goes
spinning above the drum
like wind
spiraling in the air

across blue ocean
land of no man
dead tree branches
makeshift cot for resting...

in darkness of night
hazy blue skies
pulled high
into the cosmos
spiraling among constellations...

beauty dual movement
atoms pay tribute
translucent fluid greet bones
my fingertips numb to heat
scorching the will to hide

vulnerable glow surveys the land
rising certainty of the blaze
ten thousand degrees
with a three sixty vibration
coursing power through redrock dirt