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
Tag: poetry
The Saddest Thing
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
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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”
Love Terrible
I know so little of Love, but I have awoken from my ignorance in the Heart of Love.
It is not a peaceful lake always. She is also a raging tempest, behold her power, it is terribly awesome!
All that dies in the flames is my ignorance.
Love has stalked me through my life, but I have run and hid from Love.
It wanted one thing and would not let me rest until it had it…my sadness.
My heart has broken open and this is good.
A bird stopped by and sang me Gibran’s song to Love…
“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him.
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun.
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure.
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor.
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips”
