Poetry

Embrace it all. 
Embrace the unexpected. 
Embrace the big and the small. 
Embrace every vicissitude. 
Embrace the villains and the heroes. 
Embrace the unknown,  ...

Brown eyes, warm;
Red heart, beating;
Hands, moving;
Strength, emanating.
My love,
My life, ...

I went for a walk
On the trail, behind my home,
On the other side of the pond,
Through the new woods,
And heard a song,
Played through my phone. ...

a voice from the bright
speaking to me in my secret language
filling my emptied heart with something like golden hope
i need you
so much
this lost child ...

In the wretched prehistory
Before memories took form
There was the stark terror
Of utter abandonment
In time, to make sense of it
He chose to believe ...

I am a man who cries.
If you think that makes me weak,
You’re wrong.
If you want to judge me as
Somehow less than I ought be,
Well, go right ahead, ...

i have known
from my most virginal thoughts
of my unworthiness
but for a time
i forgot
for a time ...

He writhes in his wilted sadness
Sullen in rotting thoughts
A relapse of vision
Where hope turns brown
Falls from the ancient giants
And all that remains ...

Ups,
Downs,
Ins,
Outs;
The grey sneaks under the door,
Slides across the bare wood floor, ...

Some months are grey
Some days last for years
Some souls shine
And others go out
And it feels at times like nothing will ever return
To peace ...

We’ve become a town of whiners—
Therapists, dog walkers, horny priests,
Encouraging healing; insisting on making
Peace
With a forever fallen past.
We look with sullen gratitude, ...

A dripping new reality.
Lust, love—
Exploded,
Poured out on the
Polished hardwood floor—
Oozing, ...

You.
You are.
You are the key.
You are the key to the lock.
You are the key to the lock which opens every mystery.
You. ...

Lingering.
This feeling that drips from my emptying soul.
This scream on the tip of my resonating heart.
This base longing from the deepest primitive corner of my wounded soul.
Your presence lingers.
Never to be satiated. ...

He found the fount and sipped from its cool waters and
A majesty woke deep inside an expanding chest and
Life woke to the wakening within and
God smiled.

I feel unresolved. And I seek resolution.
I feel unfinished. And I seek a smooth finish.
I feel unloved. And I seek love.
I feel unworthy. And I seek the peace of wholeness.
I feel imperfect. And I seek the glory of divinity.
I am. ...

My heart skips a beat
When she enters the crowded ballroom
She is the center of not only my attention
But of the attention of fully half the room
As many turn their heads unapologetically
As some sneak wary glances ...

I weep for you, my precious child,
To see you in such pain;
My angels play their songs for you,
To heal in sweet refrain.
With every newfound sorrow,
You pluck up from the way, ...

Silver-grey strands
Silky heavens woven through
A vixen in lambs’ wool
Happy to be lost
In the glassy reflections
Of your bright new eyes ...

A toe in the raging waters
Feeling the sucking chill
Icy cold awakenings
Dive into the thrill
Frenetic waters rage
Pulled toward the valley dim ...

And in every single shining moment
The love flows through your eyes
Open, aware, searching, finding
And the light flows through your every majesty
Where glory seeks to ever play
And in each brand new moment ...

No further seething ire
An end of every blight
Stoke the burning fire
As all is set aright
Abiding with it All
A choice in every way ...

Under the shattered glass,
Shimmering in the midnight moon—
Under the last vestige,
Of holy sanity—
A new truth slowly pulsates,
And all is brought to kaleidoscopic grandeur, ...

I wish…
For you to know your value, your worth, the
Depths and heights
Of love there is flowing
Through you, focused on you, waiting
For you. ...

There’s a stillness
Frogs possess, and practice, as
They sit in perfect silence, motionless—
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Perhaps willing, luring
Telepathically, the next meal: ...

The winter is cold.
A statement so obvious, it seems foolish
to state it.
But, it’s true. The winter
is cold.
This winter, has been cold. ...

And in a strange moment of strange choice
The world was set aright, back on her axis
And they, the newly rejoined two
Danced into the dawning glory
Of each new setting moment

Herding the ants
Wrangling the angst
Whilst moments tick away
And years are forgotten
Deep below the shallow
The clock ticks, slows, speeds ...

The slick drip
ran down the inside
of her left thigh.
I tasted, found the gateway,
the passage afire
in the smooth writhing ...

The subtle pepper, dark and verboten,
With the slight hint of sweet ripe fruit,
Rips from me
My remaining sanity
As you scream my name
In happy and taboo ecstasy

’Twas only two quick shots
He’d later be heard to say
That swept him through the fiery night
And left the brave of day
One double shot of tequila
And senseless waves drove by ...

White noise, black noise, scores of shades of
grey noise. There’s an abusive quality to the
noise. There’s a stinking and noisome infilling
of tremulous trauma and dirty drama in every
slammed cabinet door, every fork or spoon
not washed well and placed back in the drawer. ...

Shocked, but pleasantly
Watching you walk
In those tight black yoga pants
Watching you shimmy
With grace and elegance
Feeling your moods, your truth, the ...

Of all places, they’d met at a truck stop,
Both heading west through central Missouri
On a bare stretch of Interstate 44
Two small hours shy of midnight
Gassing up, she, her Lexus, he, his
aging (but still reliable) Hyundai, Hank ...

It seemed an honest question, sincere
if a little naive, but in her warm coffee eyes
I sensed genuine questioning, not the typical disparagement
from the typical wounded walker, asleep.
She had asked, simply, “Why love?”
I pondered the answer as the waves before us arrived, ...

There may be sorrows, but there is also rain
There may be joys, but also pain
You may be sad, afraid, alone, angered, filled with dreadful fear
But in the quiet moments, you too have ears to hear
Cover not your light
But shine it on the world ...

A day commenced and drew the light
Where dimness was the early plight
Such horror in the tarried night
Still harrowed by the gruesome sight
A rose of black with teeth and eyes
A smell of death then did arise ...

Whisper your assent
Accompany me
As we ascend
To and through the blue-black heavens
As daylight slumbers
And dawn overtakes ...

Over my head, out of my league, in the stratosphere
You, a burning comet, trailing through the dark spaces
Falling into my atmosphere
Earthbound
I welcome your pulsating fire
Praise your irreverent heat ...

And their eyes met
And their souls soared
And the fires kindled
The bread, kneaded
The oven, ready
They baked, broiled, ...

Two minds one
Fluids mixing
Hearts rendered
speechless
In the screaming glory
A pinnacle of pleasure ...

Oh glorious goddess
Your flaming hair is an ancient testament
Times past, but unforgotten
Invited, but unbidden
The question I dare not ask
(key to our new forever) ...

for many of us, consciousness is expanding
and merging
and it's hard
painful
as the old trees are hit by lightning
and felled in the firestorm ...