We bowed our heads
i raised mine, instead
the reverance stayed. but my gaze strayed
onto your face
— you cheekily waved.
i smiled in dismay
and my heart sank.
The runners keep stumbling, their knees torn and red
The rhythms in my head forgot
they were dead
Though my irises tangle and blur up my thoughts
I’ll keep up this singing til the death-dancers stop.
How long have now I slept
While worry-heart within me wept
And rattled the bars of its room
And clashed like a cymbal entombed
What bitter potion silvered my eyes
To such cataracts and cobwebs
They sugar-coated the ledge, they bled into my pupils and
My vision now strikes back,
each poem written reacts
With the phrases dilating my gaze.
My worries will all keep away.
Melting-me drips down my ribs
Myself withers and cracks my lips
my soul-glass chips and fogs
I stare down friends and family
as my Self slides down my bones
my heartbeat liquefies and loans
itself down to my
t o e s
My breath is blood and flame.
The bars can’t keep Them away.
The slow drum calls my fate!
The BEAT BERATES MY PACE
THE THUDDING COVERS MY SKIN
WE CAN NEVER
An ache to write that consumes my eyes
It rips and rends my flesh in twain
A gaping longing empty hurting
To fill with perfect porcelain phrase.
I Must Write Or
I Will Die
My screaming ink-blood boils inside
What fickle foul delineates my mind
What hissing sentiment I find
Caught up in pools of sticky-me
That clot my breath and misery
i seek to find more than myself
i want not comfort, fame or wealth
but to BOW before the One who KNOWS
THE ONE WHO CLAIMS THE HIGHEST THRONE
I only ever have to live in
I do not have to survive Tomorrow;
Only Today and this moment.
And no matter what trials I face
I can weather them all okay
As long as I needn’t worry about
Someday; only right now, and
Stop being ashamed of love!
Love is not weakness, it is wild roaring strength
It takes nothing to be nothing, to let the wind blow your stars away
It takes raging courage to feel and scream aloud that love
Stop waiting! Stop playing! Don’t pretend for fear of hurt
You do not have to be loved to love
It does not need to be returned.
I read and re-regret the rest
I rest and read the restlessness
I regret the test of sleeplessness
They readily urge me to take a breath…