the poet drinks by moonlight

with the grey ghosts

with red eyes

until he pukes

he spits and cusses

at the birds

he pisses anywhere

he feels to leak

he kicks down doors 

seeking the face of his god

denying his existence

with venomous word

and dead thought

he shoots for the stars

anywhere he can find a vein

he wastes away

in a green haze

you seen god

he’s the flasher

on the corner

the priest who is waiting

the killer stalking prey

the deer shot in the heart

what fool would 

chase his own ass

the donkey wants 

the carrot 

not until he stops

does it swing his way

then a bus hits him

one day the poetic bum

fell down hard

laying there in the grass

a child sang a song

a flower bloomed

dogs barked

and for once 

the poet truly saw

through bloodshot eyes

and a bitchin headache

how much he hated life

how much he hated that song

when would it all stop

this is the best it gets

the way is no way

when you try to leave

you always arrive again

the poet drinks by moonlight 

and always ends up where 

he last felt his heart beat

fated fools

i am finally free
the world can save itself
if it wants to come along
it is more than welcome
many are called
but few will become
warriors of the moment
where are the fools
jesters of time
how do they prepare
for a moment
that is not yet here
nor yet there
it is only in the moment
where love can move
where we are all
love’s fated fools
why fight it

Spinner’s Wheel

image
Golden Thread

 

our lives

yarn for the Spinner’s wheel

round and round

we spin

tighter and tighter

spun into threads of gold

holding the Universe together

strongest stuff

wrung free of

fear and regret

shining with the

Light of Love

 

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