who are you?
with your fey spirit
tossing about whimsy
with reckless abandon.
why do you dance?
unbridled and passionate
your infectious grin
a viral vector
and convivial gaiety
oh laughing sprite
oh merry shade
oh mysterious shadow
for i would know
– 1/17/10 – 50
your deep redness is a balm
to soothe sore eyes
vermilion and scarlet hues
dance with wild abandon
in the recesses while crimson light
splay across this painted canvas
until your majestic being
sinks beneath the rippled line
and all is darkness
– 1/13/10 – 46 #favorite
hydrogen and oxygen
joined by covalent bonds
disseminate in languid trails
embracing the wide sky
curling in vacuous rings
glowing amber and vermilion
against a blood red sun
until the arid waste
of winter’s breath
robs its soul of being
– 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
i still miss you.
memories held tightly
are a bit of a surprise.
i’m glad in a way,
the pain forms an impression
like the hollow of a mold.
the memory is better
than the nothing i would feel
had we never met.
– 1/5/10 – 36 #favorite
the fog lay lightly on the near distant landscape
the mist a quiet shroud upon the waking city
blank and stoic faces shuffled on the moving train
a crowd of familiar strangers my silent company
– 12/22/09 – 22 #favorite
life is like a sinus rhythm
its ups and downs
beat in, beat out
the problem is the frequency
too fast, too slow
we complain, we exult
but what we really want
is proper length and amplitude
– 12/21/09 – 21 #favorite
you were my rest and i ached to rest
weary shoulders, and a deep deep breath.
i’d think of you, and i’d see flowers,
calico, and my fondest dreams.
we were so close to perfect,
but now you’re gone,
and i find myself missing you
– 12/13/09 – 10 #favorite
feel the aural shapes,
soft and feathery light,
sometimes sharp or hard like steel
granite forms expressed on your tongue
tasted like things grown from the earth.
felt on your skin and in your spine,
goosebumps and a flood of tears
or a sudden intake of breath.
– 12/11/09 – 8 #favorite
blow wind, howl in the morning light
race down and through and round
the bare and broken city streets.
cold and furious, frigid and wry,
you wrap your fingers fast round
staccato steps and quickened heartbeats
– 12/9/09 – 6 #favorite
my son, my son
i know the road you take
the fragile path, the long sojourn
the weary ache and pang of loneliness
the despair you sometimes feel
when you sink beneath waves
of fear and emptiness
my son, my son
– 2/23/2012 — 190
dissociative phrases slip in and out
foggy dew, fog lifted, foghorn, leghorn. ;)
cackling energy welling
glad to be free.
free of the fog. there it is again,
chase the pent up rush.
ideas in a fuss,
hear the thrush! now focus. crisp.
clear, feel the clarity, contrasty,
images, razor sharp, like a knife.
now soft, fluid like water.
oh bother. chase the convolution
harry it like a cat and his mouse
or a bird and his prey
wait. where was i again?
– 12/3/09 – 1
I have callously abused my Savior I have used him, taken advantage Without shame I have sullied His gift. I grieve, but not overmuch, I regret, but not egregiously, And my shame remains Too distant, too small Too little, too late. It all makes me feel Unworthy, undeserved Of His unflinching willingness To love me even yet.
It smells of beer and suntan lotion Not too thick, and the press of people Strangers brushing up against you Attentions paying more heed to the man on stage He sings of love and heart break Joking with the crowd A distant intimacy shared briefly Among complete strangers.
i found myself thinking today
perhaps i finally understand
how sin hurts. maybe this time
i wont forget, letting go of reason,
taking a plunge and giving up,
wasting love and precious blood
on selfish pain.
Oh Death! Thou vaunted fool, proud son of sin’s defiling,
Oft thought of as potent, supreme, and unyielding
How hast thou fallen, been debased and made servile
Those who feared thy touch, who you thought to defile
Will not be brought low, nor in dark oblivion sleep.
For thy touch, no longer bitter, is so very sweet,
And though the greatest men slip the bounds of earth
To rest because of thee, yet you are bound by birth
And the life of one man, whom you could not contain.
And you do even choose the time and station in vain,
Being subject to the beck and call of every beggarly
Thief, proud king, and common chance. In the company
Of disease and contagion, you pass your time, for you
Have no better association. Thy touch is soft in lieu
Of pain, as once it was, now dulled and sweetened till
The passage of this life, with opiate and dream will
Slip peacefully into eternal bliss. O Death, where now
Is thy vaunted pride. Gone, and no longer can’st thou
Escape thine own touch. O Death, even thou wilt die,
Eternal death for you awaits, when we see Him in the sky