Posts published in “Poems”

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..

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

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-..

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

i watched a leaf fall yesterday,
flutter-find its way to ground as though these eyes were puppeteer drunk in amusement;
upon its resting, i stared,
finding leaf’s path to be unseen in air yet
there in thought, in motion of eye,
as though these thoughts were but mirrored movement
empty yet over-filling resevoir ’til snap!,
these words, like leaf, lie in rest of purpose
without tale

upon this empty page my heart fills the corners
as though a thousand words shoot through these fingers
click click click
click click click
tap tap tap
tap tap tap
tap tap tap
just go just go just go
just keep this rhythm let me see it
let me feel it
let me hold on long enough
to see your face at the end of this rope of thought
let me hold you let me
let me let me
let me find these words unsaid and lagging