Poems

when the days were longer

should I’d
stopped my reading,
surfaced from the bleeding,
when you swept me like the evening,
like an eveling
you draw my passions to spry
with aethereal smile, which withers the me that’s eyed.

say they, “absence makes the heart grow fonder,”
yet patience breaks the heart from wonder.

as so you are now from me ceding
now it’s I that’s hill-top bleeding,
perfection won’t need my construction
for wherever you are, there is Eden.

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my life needs permuting

why am I here
sidelining my perennial aspirations,
day-dreaming of backpack vacations,
as Death whispers in my ear.
how dare you now teach me to fear?

this is counterintuitive
but I’m western-ingenuitive,
I spitsmith words westward, skyward.
I won’t say sorry, so don’t forgive

and so while they’re rambling
I just start ambling
through the wordless worlds within.

and that whisper’s like ceaseless drumming,
“live,” breathes Death,
“I’m coming.”

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small minds like red rain

today
I was tired

riding
in a car watching
the red rain run down the windshield

I had
simply planned too much
stepped into the future but was losing touch

watching
steam drift from
the engine that is my future

I refocused my eyes to see the
sunset through the
rainlets

Brilliant,
Red, and
Boundless.

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between the towers

walking cross that wired sky
draws my sleepy wired eye,
that restless passion
come alive
carrying dead weight, parts me have died.

and I can’t shift my weight
for safety, I exist sedate,

for comfort, for security,
what a damnable reply!
I want to live,
teach me to die.

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sit still, be quiet

arms crossed sitting
clock is timeless
surrounded by the restless mindless

all straight-cut thinking
but we’re beauty seeking
and yet they punish us with silence

we, scarred free
give soulwild call
and stumble to prevent the fall

and to those who wish compose
our sinful meandering and align us,
do avoid silence,
I’d recommend obtund our minds, lest
our souls be unbroken
and our spirits remain bindless