Tag: poetry

3 Part Harmony

I keep my dreams to myself…

I can’t show you my source

But I can speak from my heart

Touched by deepest dark 

Aflame with the blue of love

Source of all true

My heart is full of love for thee

Truly

You want to know my depths

Know this 

It comes at you 

As a song in 3 part harmony

My heart is full of love for thee

Truly

Foolish am I 

Chaotic beast 

Tragic 

But I have glimpsed my Light

My sweetness 

The knower and lover of my heart

The holy consumer of my love

I am glad to be consumed by thee

My heart is full of love for thee

Truly

My scrumptious morsel of beauty 

Bitter and sweet 

Divine

embers

a curious
murder of crows descends
like a shimmering cloth
upon the cracked face
of the slumbering earth
blood 🩸 red embers
shimmer in the glowing 🔥
scared 🦶 are heard
scurrying out of
the 🔥 bushes

The Saddest Thing

Reading from The Collected Songs of Cold 🥶 Mountain – 187

What is the saddest thing in the world

the rafts of sin people build to reach hell

ignoring the man in the clouds and cliffs

with one thin robe for the shores of his life

in autumn he lets the leaves fall

in spring he lets the trees bloom

he sleeps through the three realms free of concerns

with moonlight and wind for his home

—Cold Mountain 🥶 ⛰

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

Kinetoscope

I like to flow and grapple

And turn things inside out

The great secret can finally be told

Only the bold will know

There isn’t any truth one can hold

It’s best to just keep things above board

Life and death require no explanation

Only our participation

They often cause airy consternation

No need to see behind the curtain

Knowing the way doesn’t

Ensure one will win their game

Not one serious moment

So we play the game

No longer seeking higher ground

Here is just fine

Twiddling my thumbs

Projecting space and time

Turning on a dime

I am not alone

When you finally awake

You don’t remember a damn thing

Until the next time you play

The game between all games

Moonlight Shining

The Coyote howls to the moon

Moonlight shining down

Paradise we have found

Dancing Coyote

Waiting for the Blue Bus

Where are you taking us driver

Taking the Coyote to Dance with a Star

💫

Galileo Galilei

I worked it out, then I ate the pages I wrote it on and I seem to have forgotten it all.

It seems I always held my self by the hand. I saw it as a child. The child I forgot. I thought it spun around me, but like Galileo Galilei, I found my self spinning around the central sun.

But then the walls melted and I could no longer hide inside my garden. I was carried out into the deep wood filled with 👀s by 🧚‍♀️s I was driven to the top of a cold mountain 🏔 where I met an old man who just muttered about 🦋s and 💐s and then I met a 👧 and we found some 🐕s and 🐠s and live happy on the edge of being filled with 🌺s.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg

Straight Spinner

Spinning round
The central pole
Where we stop
No one knows
Should we slow 
Or should we
Go Go Go

Straight On

”Look down at me and you see a fool

Look up at me and you see a god

Look straight at me and you see yourself”