Poetry

it wasn't exactly
that kind of love
from chick flicks
from romance novels
or from that ideal fantasy
that they seemed to share ...

it is time
i choose, today, to surrender
in you, oh God, there is peace
and i long for the peace in our perfect joining
the words of my heart
the words in my heart ...

flowing
bold
rippling
present
time moves
now and forever ...

to dream
to live
to die
the small dreaths
restful
kind ...

how stunningly beautiful
this song of great change
what forever was constant
is now rearranged
the world is alive
we live in its flow ...

i thirst for the quiet
i long for the peace
i beg for the light i once knew
i need you
God, i need you
of myself, i am nothing ...

How to escape from the steep walls of hell
How also to run from the horrible plight
Jump from the fear of unfair and unwise
Open your eyes and turn on the light
How to regard a lifetime of death
A moment of wonder and life and regret ...

i can't remember
if it rained that day
but i do know
that it
felt
like rain ...

Holy Fires
Burn me to the core
Stream of Love
Take the final thoughts
In Oneness and grace
Melted in the flames ...

She came by unexpectedly
Made some banana crème pie
I watched as she worked
Performing the tasks with grace
We shared the pie
Shared an afternoon ...

soft and gentle kisses
breezes from a quiet place
two hearts beating
gentle mist, quiet embrace
passion builds, winds change
pressure's rising presence ...

Caterpillar released from form
Imprisoned in doom’s instant
Waited
And flew
Seed of mustard
Dropped on fertile ground ...

Before time began
God’s ruminations
Manifested all
Wandering souls
Children of creation
Sought harmony ...

the BLACK blackness pulls
gravitational forces
beyond thought or reason
draw me forever to you
just to the left
of the path lying ahead ...

I stopped writing poems
When you asked me to leave
There was nothing more to say
The world grew instantly dim
I told you my heart would heal
It did continue to beat ...

In the glory of love
Light is ever found
Let us sing to the heavens
Let our bright song resound
Alive in the wonder
Of wonderful grace ...

I begged to see Jesus
A plea for His Form
To sit down beside me
And refill my faith
I needed His comfort
To heal my lost soul ...

Breathing in the rays
Of a strong and warming sun
Surrendered to the waves
Serenity of one
A moment of perfection
In beauty, present and true ...

Waves of Forever
Touching unacquainted friends
Edge of the water
 
I sat on the beach
Possibilities bursting ...

the word, the verse, the poem
is your holy calling
the poem is your matron
and you are hers
the craft, the art, the telling
is your newfound way ...

awakened to truth:
kismet kisses karma's lips -
renewal of love.

silent in the dark
grounded
for a time
as his wings
heal
angels surround ...

climbing the steep path:
seeking the peace of real truth...
precursor of Growth.

He told me what he knew about destiny…
We are all disciples of fate. We attempt to alter its course by our groans, by our wishes, by our wants, but all those attempts are in vain. Fate is a wonderful and caring mother, but only when embraced. Those who attempt to live as children of self, as followers of their flawed perceptions, are inevitably rewarded with heartache and pain.
Respect your father and mother, for in so doing, you will gain their respect. Likewise, if you respect and accept mother destiny and father time, you shall live in harmony in the house that is this existence, this awareness you and I and all others have chosen to share.
You may not realize it yet, but you chose this path you are on before you were born. The lessons you are to learn were selected by you, told to a loving mother, and set in to the ribbons of the universal energy before you were even a thought in this world. Stepping off the path is surely allowed - it’s your dream - but the rules of existence, the perils of living outside fate’s holy blessings are always returned.
To know peace, accept your place in existence; to dwell in contentment, live by the tenets of fate. Be you a disciple of fate.
I smiled as I opened my eyes, took a deep breath.

The air was tired,
stilled,
vacant -
devoid of nourishment -
missing life’s (tempting) fragrance -
not quite ...

Dazzling glorious song
Angel of the morning
Shimmering light of life
Touch my utter soul
In the crucible of life
Boiled, cooked, and stewed ...

moments in eternity
perfect in perfected light
flying above the eagles
in an instant of wondrous fury
he reached into the dark
breathed in the ethers of life ...

please
just fucking
kill me
all that i ever was
is forever lost
in the layers of slate ...

wicked aftershocks
befall the quiet visitor
alive in the tempting
engrossed in the fire
celestial
virtuous ...

floating gently
down the river of their dreams
in a boat, a row boat
the oars are in
the stream is slow and gentle
and the boat seems to find the center ...

The dark is blacker than black;
Eternity's lonesome waves -
Weep for your surrender - they
Beckon, plead, tempt, deceive;
Utterly devoid of love - my lover -
My lover has left - my lover - ...

delirious in the ecstasy
flowing in the beauty of
an everchanging song - of
an everchanging landscape.
she is alive in each
flowing and present ...

Time has slowed this week
Since that night
Just a few nights ago
When we exchanged glances
And exchanged words
There is something quite special ...

this low grade fever
seems to be my new companion
i am out of sorts
in this new frequency
shared with you
these tears ...

open your legs
invite me
let me touch the
sacred places
reserved for your
saints ...

Down the dark alley
A brown and black dog
Scrounges for his dinner
I watch, I listen, I remember
Up on the stoop
The man with the red hair ...

There are too many thoughts
The disquiet is disconcerting
Imprisoned by the tenacity
Of the fatal habits of pride
There are too many feelings
As I scream and fall to the floor ...

you
have invaded my thoughts
flood my mind's eye
touch my soul with your electric song
there is a fire burning deep within
unquenchable ...

fiery ribbons
fall from the sky
attracted by
the miniscule cracks
fire, light, glass
passion, knowing, grace ...

Somewhere far away
I hear the soulful sounds
Brass
Raindrops
So far away
Growing closer ...

He dove into the pool of bliss
Encouraged by the voice of his angel
A night of new wonders
Great mysteries of love revealed
He dove into the ocean of change
Swam through unmeasured time ...

Barely perceptible
Are the miniscule changes
In the flow of air
Beneath my wings
Vibrations
I learn to distinguish ...

Something inside me went grey
Another part of me clinged desperately
To the loving peace that has been
My constant friend
Reminding myself
To breathe in the moment ...