Posts published in “Year: 2005”

Though made of holly bush a maze may be
     — with tower’d slopes on leaves haze’d green,
          and darken’d nests of space laid seen
           ‘tween the branches hunched in lean —
one may find this twisting root unsheathed
to be but gentle Atlas of ‘Rachnid’s silken’sea

 
from mind of mine to you,
Ocean, my
                Mother Waving
                           within this sphere of light upon the surf
                                                       in broken lines shining
                                                                             shining upon the shadow’d crest of edge of tide;
as flow these crashes, tumble’d, come
                               lightning caught in fever’d gulp of wave
as though
              as though
                            as though breaking to be broken from the breeze of buoyed, blister’d Moon

this life,
this world
        [we live in],
is but an egg
     of unknown many,
     as though in bushel kept with wrap of torn-open shell
     countless with its offering

if i could turn around
                and turn around                                                                                                                  i would
                        to see your frown turn upside-down                                                               i would
                                                        in quiet rise of corners’ creasing skyward-bound, i would

all/everything
     is but a foremoment
                 in thought
                     forgotten,
                     and remembered,
                     and forgotten;
        though you,
                 you remain,
                  you..

dt-dt-..
           the fan ..dt-dt-..
           breaks my ..dt-dt-..
           thoughts apart, ..dt-dt-..
           counting You, ..dt-dt-..
           innumerable, ..dt-dt..
           in sight ‘n’ ..dt-dt-..
           ‘motion’d heart; ..dt-dt..
           these thoughts, ..dt-dt-..
           falling, ..dt-dt-..
           in happened stacks ..dt-dt..
           are layed ..dt-dt-..
           on nerves ..dt-dt-..
           from toe to ..dt-dt-..
           head’s back..
                               dt-dt-..

wake from shiver, Memories,
as you be fully-made to master
sweet-lovely sea of skin;
as though you pilot Thought in
surging wave receding ‘pon
these morrow pillars pearl’d;
with short rub of root’n nerve:electric,
ever-fumbling is your way from light to dust

if these words,
these
        manipulations of breath
             placed upon the lips
                       and let sift through translucent kiss/
                             nagging peck at back of thought..
ah..
if all i had were these words,
          would you still see my worth
          or would you cry and cringe
          as though a begging loiterer
          i have become through inverse’d sins?

All are brilliant..
            have the potential to be brilliant
perhaps through the physical,
perhaps through the mental,
perhaps through kindness,
or perhaps
through life.
If, perchance, one is not knowing of one’s brilliance,
            perchance, see one’s brilliance as life
                        and how one joys life.

life is beyond religions..
yet life is religions..

to live,
to act,
to think,
to behave,
to die,
to be
within constant questioning of the effects of your actions
upon all everything..
but do not take the weight of constant questioning
as though it is a must..
take the weight of constant questioning
as thought it is a way of expressing
of knowing your expressions
your motives, your being, yourself
do not
dwell
on the negative
forgive yourself if you are deserving
you may take these words as a reasoning for hurt or suffering
but know that they are not
they are but words
but thoughts
but meanings masked in language–
it is in you
this meaning is