I always wondered friend,
where you had gone into
hibernation of silence
even though you do love
most of mine
this one I just a while ago,
composed at a friend’s place,
the time was up
but I couldn't edit it.

Now you choose to comment on it
with your lovely sentiment...
Lovedly one
Not many, rather any know me,

nor will you ever too,
but on the first day of each month,
I do remember you.

The dark room

The darkness closed about my form
In think, there were my fellow travellers
They closed the spaces between our ways
A common bond let feelings be born.

We tried to think something you all should know
All things became muddled as many wanted
Then peace took over, where pure thought could rule
Tell them, tell them, though it is not for us to be cruel

iv.

within genesis,
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis
the water rippled as I slipped,
silently screaming
into this dazzling stream
called life …

v.

clarity is and was
no cushion to float on,
its feathers,
still protrude from the
corner of my swag,
and my feet
are pierced to arch
with the stigma …

vi.

dreams churning whirling
the turbine flash

fast in the black deep
eye roam hand twitch
sleep

running quiet
and as sleek

a haunted night
turns fastly overhead
and wires moan
a dirge fest song

inside the ruins
of the maze of
dreams
the racing calm

Modern machinery mayhem
the spin of it
the sound crashing
into Tuesday on heavy streets
the pinnacle and article of hard-working man
entering day
your eyes
vistas going blind
hard edges
soon
clouding angry
discontent

where is the truth of silence
in breaking bread?

the world is a tinderbox
the heart lonely and deceived,
there are prophets amoung us
the heart's cage open

Say, young girl laughing merrily
lilt in your voice and gleam in your eye
will you hold my hand and walk with me
as teen age years race swiftly by?

Tell me young lady sitting over there
who has become the true love of my life
I'm on my knee asking you to share
hoping you say that you'll be my wife

I can't believe lady what we have done
combined our love to make a new soul
matters not to me whether daughter or son
a happy addition to our family's roll

I was stained by your black heart,
And stabbed by your dagger like glare.
Torn by your deep nails.
And drained by your forever thursty feelings of anger,
You forced me to hide behind these gray lines,
And to have my sorrows appear,
Tears often occupied my face,
But that's the way you liked it, huh?
You've left me to drown in such worries,
You've endlessly came to me for sympathy,
Don't you even feel guilt?,
But you always come back for more while my wounds try to heal,
but such matters aside

How dare you break my heart so hard and go!
You've tugged my eyes with tears of pain, and woe.
My lips have almost dried, no joys to wet.
No music, only tears and much regret.

I thought that love is more than words-it's deeds.
The golden touch to satisfy our needs.
intriguing will to ease what troubles, mess,
to work together, help, ingrain and bless.

In my medicine bundle
I found enlightenment
tied together with sweet sage,
sometimes I drifted
away with smoke signals of pretense,
often I ignored my wild wild heart
to seek redemption from the story poem of my life

through it all,
I blazed trails with broken wings on my feet
on a firewalk
with destiny
my salutation to the sun
like a dandelion clock
scattering my pilgrimage
to the four directions
I took at once.

I don't have much to say
worthwhile, I mean
that doesn't seem to stop
most people
or even slow them down.
but me,
I feel a need to be PROFOUND
can't quite figure it
I don't even like profundity
'cause mostly
it ain't,
is it?
more likely, just some
plain ol' jane pretentiousness
...parading in drag

maybe a lack of style
is what I actually meant to write about
but now I'm confused
so,
I'll stop here
and try to sort it out