Category Archives: contemplation

Yarn

a tear
in the fabric
pull out a thread
unravel a ball of yarn
several years
lead me
to meet my Maker
raise the knife
to slay the ram
saying it was for the Creator
to test you
what a ruse
to hold a sham hand
a full house
built on sand
the boy prowls around the city
with a head full of bees
eyes full glass
pouring over words
from a text
what was truthful
but brutal
I won’t spill my intestines
on the ground
but spin it
into Joseph’s Robe
to clothe my nakedness
wrapping around my insecurities
somewhere in this piercing pain
is an opening to
put your hand into someone’s chest
and knit your heart

with theirs

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Grounding

Don’t forget

this focal point

when all reality seems to collapsing

hold on

to these hand you’ve once held

take  an inventory

of your feats of strength

touch

until reality can be ascertained

let x’s and o’s fall freely

stop contriving with pinpoint precision

because God’s arms

cannot be twisted

feels like this vertigo stopped

and has stopped at position

melt off door knobs

and shatter the ceiling

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Lumps

Maybe I get more depressed than you think

you flutter those lids and i’ll be wafting away

say it like you thought it would matter

say it like you wrought enough armor

I’ll pretend that I’m listening

while we do a bit of soul searching

what kind of glue holds us together

does it weight us down like a fetter?

we can waste some time

rewinding cassette tapes crimes

and watch these sure hearted faces fade

but dial down on my fiery presence

I wanna open my heart and the floodgates

but I’m not sure how  to be brave

I don’t wanna avoid  this anymore

and be a double edged blade

you’re just drilling all these doors

and me with these breakneck confessionals

we  get used to lumps nesting in our throats

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Relief

Fake it

until you make it

until you break it

all those pillars you built

that ground that you tilt

an inward sigh, a relief

a retreat

life’s essence is in the catch and release

inhaling and exhaling

letting go of all the excess

the inessentials

and grasping hold of enamored ones

and graveyard shift friends

tapping into the pulse of life

indwelling in imagination

finding that line

that only seeks

the well-being of all men

finding the source of all that is good

and leaving it  here to give birth

to more, more,  and more

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Inner most

i am that echo
silently singing
slowly writhing
always conniving
simple addition
chemical affliction
life is birthed
in closets and attics
and pantomime
each movement and representation
a chess match dance
always resting on the cusp of…
a fallen angel
or an uncharted territory
reaping where we haven’t sown
treading into danger
unheading suspicious strangers
wandering into the outer reaches
until we find ourselves resting
in our innermost being

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Ouroboros

you counterfeit drug

you sly mangy dog

stole away my spirit

and left this empty shell casing

I’d be tearing apart
the corpus callosum

until the tremor comes

off the richter scale

quake your knees

don’t be a tease

until the men in the white coats

come for you

and put a muzzle

and a mirror

you were dreamin’ inside a dream

on top of the cream

you were the emperor

who has no clothes

but your monarchy

is a snake swallowing

its own tail

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Pearl

come and commandeer my soul
a little bit of sand slipped in
and it’s being refined into a pearl
lift a prayer for the ordeals
eyes flutter during the stake out
no bullhorn political clout
I cringe at every logical fallacy
doubting  our immortality
wait
your gasping breath has more meaning then for oxygen
a longing for someone or something beyond the present
I’m not about self-fulfilling prophecies
or cradling temporal fashionable identities
I lift my gaze to the author

knowing His penmanship is my own precursor
I gaze at the beauty of reality all around me
the daffodil caught in light and shade
wadding into the river stream of life
beyond emptiness of striving and strife
find the simple pleasures of day to day
of running, cooking, my soul’s being made
so come and commandeer my soul
slip a bit of yourself in
and refine my life

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Cross pollination

I have been turning things
inside out
on their back
sifting through the rubble
with my hand and shovel
making myself
more accessible
sifting through the rubble
with my hand and shovel
making myself

still ineffable

still a conundrum
a quick footed
elusive shadow
but still a little flippant
in feeling

and thinking

cross pollination

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