Perhaps true love
Cannot outweigh the price of good deeds.
Month: September 2016
Running into the Wind
I ask what have I taught you,
What have you seen of beauty?
Have I been your sunbeam,
The cherry blossom hanging on the tree?
Silence follows, shallow still,
Like oil rests uneasy and cold.
I see nothing but the soil,
The only beauty is the sound of roots.
You cannot see the loveliness,
That I see sat inside your mouth.
The sunbeams are just ghosts,
And I am nothing but a green death-shroud.
Sundive
Falling like a stone from the center of the sun,
Out into the center of the sun.
How fast must I run?
Generous Creation
And in the dark places I see things;
What climbs the floor,
That creeps into the crack beneath
The door?
I have seen such whisperings,
They hover before my sickly eyes…
I hear the wingbeats of Enceladus’ vultures.
Sweet everlast;
You torment me.
I am Tantalus,
And you are the water.
What crawls
Upon the basin of the sky?
Hours Ago
23 hours used to be all the time
Know One
In creating something of myself,
Something vastly outside of my own control,
I have learned that there are people who listen to strangers,
And listen to foolishness.
People who will listen to my wisdom, my carelessness,
My lies.
I am afraid that I may have given a bit of myself away to you.
Let that part of me which seeds the wide world be a beautiful thing.
Let it grow not from my own lips, my fingertips.
I do not give to take from you.
You give when you will,
And I give because I must.
I am beyond my reach,
And you are the catalyst that will speed along what words I have to give.
What is worth the time is often bought;
Perhaps I have overspent.
Perhaps you have misspent.
I am afraid that soon this must come undone,
There is no future in empty wisdom.
Happiness is now only a product of work,
As misery has always been,
And if you want your happiness,
You will work.
I can only teach you how to read,
Because as far as the eye sees, as far as your vision takes you,
As much as you find in your work and your play and your living,
I can only teach you what I know.
And No One knows how to read.
Steel Boxes/Flint Horses
Little boxes
Full of lint
Trojan horses
Made of flint
Little boxes made of steel
Twisted metal,
Strange and bent.
Star Sky
In a summer sway,
The gray and olive sea waves,
Lap late into night.
Curtain Fall
Curtain call,
The drapes come crashing to the floor,
Splintered into tiny parachutes that drift,
And clatter as they fall.
Darkness Takes
The darkness plays well with death,
Though love and lust and grief all take their nights,
Though truth is clouded, and sinister conspiracy follows;
The darkness is the shield that bites,
And takes the hand of he who takes.
No One's Poetry 