Poetry

Adam Is Sick

Adam is sick.

It seemed a fair trade,
knowledge for death –
or is it knowledge of death?
A life split into living and     not?

Terror is a sickness.
Mortality is humanity, though
many would trade this for time.
And thus, terror –
and thus, salvation.

We are sick.

Remaining in terror and
salvation, we, not living, must choose
to live, and to live,
die – the mortal humans we
have always been.

 

 

3/24/2017

Blood On The Street

blood on the street
blood on the seat in the
car, guns pointed at
blood in our hearts-
Black and White and red
all over the news,
fear precipitating
hysteria
commercials, articles propagating
fear- entrenching
minds in culture divides
we all want the killing to stop
but who is willing to
die? what are you willing
to not buy? there’s
blood on our hands because there’s
blood in our wallets, dripping
ignorance- hear the voice
calling from beyond the
dark, the moral arc
bends toward us- the
‘Us’ that transcends these
divisive days; we defy
death
by the blood of a true
King, murdered by the state
of a nation like ours, scheming
principalities that hover
over our cities
late at night while we
sleep, there’s blood in our dreams-
Wake up.
He’s alive and so are we
for now-
for this-
Wake up.

Head Full

Words and interactions flow through
ill-perceived, with a
head full of too many
questions, fearful of life and the
not enoughs.

Concentration, I haven’t even
thought about it until I’ve
been lost in a headache of obsessive
mind-tripping. This is not
me, it’s fear.

Out of control, spinning, knuckles
white from gripping,
slipping into reality-
where chaos is an object and not
my concern.

Like a dervish in rapture,
my hands pry loose
[though against my will, at first]
from this life
that I keep calling
mine.

In Boundless Ruby Sky

in boundless ruby sky
[without even a concept of bounds]
we swam altogether
before
light and dark’s separation
[our creation!]

without end, our expanse-
waves of movement across
vastness of oceans
[within oceans]
uncurbed by the sands of time
[no passing, no progressing]

ever-repeating waves,
cycle back and over again
traversing infinity
[transposing finity]
we see light and dark,
the warmth of distant stars
felt close in the air around us
[fire in every leaf-
each movement of life beneath]

all aglow, our eyes spray stars
across moonlit heavens
[light beyond distance, leave distance behind]
spirits soar through open windows,
clouds flow freely inside and out
[star substance animation]
and we see

3.17.2016 – 5.21.2016

Inward Eyes

‘I and my’ thoughts and words
spoken inside, lived out
our separate eyes look outside
through inner lens,
not seeing [out there] that which
cannot be found inside

Your words- drip down through
our distance like a filter, finding
no place to rest your heart in me-
after we part, become ‘I’s
again, feel some lonely emptiness
of only knowing self-
and a certain self, unknown

A glimpse of seeing out
both our eyes, together-
[if you’ve been looking for Him…]
hearts burning, hands working
[…this is God!]
the earth in rhythm, beneath
crumbled stone columns and
courthouse stairs, relearning how
to garden

Into the fire, thoughts of belonging-
moving dirt around our
industry hearts of steel- roots
grow down to break
for the Rebuilding
[our unblinding]

And now [and then] when
our eyes meet- the ‘you’
in me and ‘I’ in you,
we wonder
[no longer in fear]
as the saplings bask in
Morning’s light.

 

 

4.8.2016

Become The Night

The time has come-
You must leave the normalcy of your home.
Open the door and step into the night.
Feel the winter air dissolve your
skin as you surrender to the dark.
Let the sound of the breeze through the dead
leaves above draw you in.
Leave the frailty of your frame
and become the night.
Meld with the moon and see the tops of
clouds illuminated by your shining eyes.
Pass beyond the tops of distant mountains
and feel the Earth lie still underneath your hands.
Be the still silence that is forever,
the Silence that formed you in itself.

12.19.2014