ARS POETICA

I push language to extreme
to see how far it will go to tell
of places and things that build
new worlds beyond limits
of what we know ..

poetry is an art of fluid motion
constant change and mutation
an act of linguistic violation,
a breaking of norms
I tear into metaphor
as I tear into the heart

the lights of an ocean
gleam
cold
as dark as a coal seam
in the times of dreams
she wakes me
and in age
and meds
its hard to tell
where the edge
has went
like a tide rolling out
and rising in
I swim in this exquisite
elemental time
tortured by the feelings
inside that
sway through this
sunken maze like
schools of fish
blind
Gemstone moments
encapsulated
and realized with
the minds delicate
and brutal locks
the beautiful birds

Still abide with me....

You all are out of this world...
like me...
I am the sole soul
if there exists...
any....

take me along with you.....
as a butterfly does pollen....
then see what comes out

like

an enchanting progeny....
one like thee

Abide with me...
the winds are a blowing...
so still stay beside....
let the sunshine
as it used to ...

ere autumn

Till then stay warm within me...
Be not angry...

KICKING IT

I want to write a poem
that would wow you all
but I have no reason to
I’m in a mood indigo-blue
I awoke to thoughts that
killed my nighttime dreams
and suddenly I fell
into the realities
of my days in hell.
there is not much more
to say
I’m finished. I’m done.
I’m fading away
at warp speed
there is nothing left of me
I’m off my “grid” and ready
to kick it all in

Children snuggled up in their beds
trying to rest those sleepy heads.
Listening out for sleigh bell noise
as Santa delivers Christmas toys.

Excited children, wrapping paper torn
opening presents on Christmas morn.
Pretty lights glistening on the tree
it’s how we like Christmas to be.

But say a prayer at Christmas for
those caught up in a world of war.
Living lives ruled by conflict and hate
in places they just want to escape.

LA PETITE MORT
[English]

I feel my life force begin to weaken
a flickering flame on a candle
and my spirit resists a surrender
to an undetermined disconnect
not of its knowing.
my mind is clear to what
my heart will not see...
and my soul sorrows
for the pity of it all.

in the dark
winter has come with its relief
the cold foggy banks in morning
blowing the square forest
free
the rains washing the grit
the soot of dreams
that would grey up a
happiest cloud

and xmas lights are on the
confectionary
and wide windows full of
xmas wonder
like the snows from the Atlantic
landing on wool caps and felt
brims...empty heads for the
daring
those that want too look up

Come along to the view.
Feast on meadows of dew.
Surrounded by broken limbs
And spilled crimson dreams.

Lay steps on
The terrace unwinding,
With shivers contracting.

Ode to the..
The lost soul of man,
The corruption of children,
And the clipped wings of dames.

All cries of mysterious blame
Vicariously re-shame,
And reframe
Notions of blue skies
And painted sunshine.

Beauty in flesh decays,
While wickedness
Appraises the day.

Two hearts that beat separate when apart.
Both broken
Confused
Scarred and Scared.
Two souls searching for answers
Each making choices
Looking for answers
Unsure of their future
Still caring for the other
Denying the pull
Where will their paths lead?
Can this friendship survive?
Are they growing apart?
Are they changing for the better?
Will two hearts be joined?
Will families be blended?
Will the two separate hearts become one?
Only Time Will Tell What the Future Holds