desire
unchecked reality
preservation of sanity
he brought her down
sifting through grains of sand
on knees
please!
Tag: Japanese Lanturne
On Paper
No
this love
deserves a soliloquy
a far out orgasm
from a distance you reach
me
Watercolor Tears
watch
the world
go whirling by
in streaked colors of
candied double vision gone awry
—cry
Unleashed Thoughts
Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
Nothing.
Her hands
held out, reaching
empty spaces, vacuous trances
silence held in sacred space
missing.
A million trains travel through my head daily. I miss every damn train. I arrive at the depot, out of breath, with frantic nerves from tireless searching, and grief enmeshed between pores. Looking into the glass-enclosed diorama, I strain to see the impervious face of my heart.
Hidden or Buried
swimming hole
i’m
usually not
found intentionally rhyming
poetry happens around you
and me, i swim gleefully
through
october
a
distant knock
heard beyond Spring
low hum of summer
october seeds drown the mind
winter dreaming awash in yellow petal
captured
drum circle (seasons)
leaves
at war
with mother earth
holding tightly to birth
winter winds gusty march triumphant
spring
just
i
will stand
on my own
before i jump in
and swim with the crowd
convictions
soar
pushing
my feet
can feel ground
head in the clouds
i will rise to fly
paradise
