This feeling hangs like ancient fog
over tree limbs lined by new day dawn
where single filed ants march on
the air is still as new born fawn.
His heart beats infinite visions.
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a beautiful life
It is one of youth’s greatest gifts to be
confused and curious and dangerous.
It is also one of maturity’s great gifts to be
dangerous and curious and confused.
So consider me curious as to why
those dangerous days, strung out and confused
could seem so simple to me now?
Here in the arms of infinite light
you will see that darkness soon enough
and I hope you’ll identify it as: a beautiful life.
at midnight’s crescent
in daylight’s darkness
rest unanswered questions
like firefly flash
bedroom eyed confessions
the cool blue air
at midnight’s crescent
the mind disappears
in faith I am present
soup
I eat my soup,
and only eat my soup
mindful that—
With my teeth
I chew.
With my throat
I swallow.
With my belly
I digest.
With my mind
I taste.
With my body
I savor.
—the rest can wait.
all prose burn in heaven
I get the soul’s impression
that all prose burn in heaven.
Each homeward bound confession
chased tales back and forth.
Bipolar dreams depression
that yearn for common ground,
a fingers length extension
too tame to make a sound.
If all dogs go to heaven
who’s there left to be found?
A mother’s womb that’s kickin
an unborn Ezra Pound.
It’s with this last expression
your love comes to me now.
Released to death’s progression
a compass pointing north.
trust and obey
If I disappear tomorrow
in the light of today
do you think it be honest
to silently say
wind rushes swiftly, a swirl of decay
swept sands of tomorrow
I trust and obey
broken leaves at sundown
broken leaves at sundown
set fire to the trees
drinking from the heavens
of nature’s crystal spring
yellow jacket bumbling
curious honey bees
as blades of grass we tango
bound for eternity
my heart continues to beat.
Where the rose weeps
hardened and dry
another knows when
naturally to blossom.
Awake
in the morning light
my heart continues to beat.
it’s dark living in shadows
Living in the present
got you long lost in the past
now there are only memories
but how long will they last?
Like waiting for a moment
that since already’s passed
it’s dark living in shadows
of those which fear has cast.
Do spells exist you wonder
indeed I’ve seen a few
that stranger in the mirror
the stranger he is you.
So tell me of your sorrow
belief is up to you
you just grow older darling
regardless of the truth.
Simply because
There will always be those
you can not save.
Sincerely,
Simply because
Words Of An Average White Male 