Your glint travels upward to my branches,
Roll you over in my palm.
Turned to be refined
And I will wash you.
Let me put this garnet darling
In your telling window
Sometimes quick and
sometimes low.
A carmine love to hold you
To see you safely through
Come to my threshing floor
And place this garment over
Of eyes and smiles, tears and Joy
Opal and linen, water and light
I can see the sky turning
Only brighter with the sun
I can see you spotless burning
And I will
I will take your hand and walk you forward
Friday, February 15, 2019
Saturday, February 06, 2016
Starving and fine
I was seeing you and me
Starving and fine
I could see your ribs but
We were all right
The spirit came on us
I was seeing you and me
In the horizon
I was holding you close
Like the truth hold you tight
The spirit came on us
The cupboard was empty
We were all right
The fields burnt to the ground
Our hearts were alight
Open feeble hand looking right
City of our hope fills our eyes
The truth and the love and the life
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Heard through the air
You've heard the song like your breathing
I don't know the words.
Shoulders brush the author,
Greetingless.
Our rock hurtles farther every day
Like breathing, the melody is here.
Each time our awe is lost
The tune becomes oceans and atmospheres,
Our breathing pauses,
A silent space for song.
You don't know the words
Stubborn, not to say his name.
He's the father who welcomed you in
The landscape you appear on.
Say his name.
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
City
Everyone is dying in this complex
I won't speak what they do
I am young for an eternal
I am with them every day.
They will beg the building to fall on us.
They've never seen a king
They like to scream we are all peers
They like to scream we eat our peers.
Let not this flame flicker
When the black Fire comes
Monday, January 05, 2015
A growing healing
A young healer went out early in the spring to walk in his garden. As he strolled thoughtfully in the dormant rows he considered the patients he would have in the coming year.
A number of the elderly in the nearby village had struggled with a debilitating infection of the lungs after a harsh winter. As well there were a number of pregnant women who could need medications quickly as complications in pregnancy and with newborns can require immediate treatment.
He looked intently at the dirt and gauged the resources of his beloved field. He new he could plant all the living medicines necessary for treating the cherished elderly who were now suffering. Still, he saw a distinct lack of space for the flowering herbs he would need for the pregnant and those still on their way. He refused to feel discouraged or any frustration. He looked longer at the land within the boundaries of his care. He got closer to the earth and breathed deeply, closing his eyes. "We will grow." He let out with a firm smile. "We will grow together."
He planted the living medicines first and in perfect season. They would need direct sun to sprout and much care as they matured. They blossomed as they wrestled through the layer above their seed then sprung into the air and the light. They filled the garden and made it beautiful and full of life.
The healer began an exhausting work. He set his mind and his hands to cutting thousands of thin sturdy shoots of wood from the saplings and vines that grew next to a river a few miles away. He brought these shoots back into his garden and began weaving. He wove pillars, he wove baskets, he wove ropes and lattice. After 30 days of his joyful toil watching the medicine in the ground grow along side his woven creations he watched the sun rise on his second garden of hanging baskets filled with varying specialized soils and seeds ready to sprout.
The hanging garden grew and provided a nurturing shade for the more mature plants in the rich top soil. Both gardens grew more richly for their being accompanied. Both gave a vibrancy to eachother that had not been in the garden before.
The young healer felt a deep peace and noticed that he had grown and his love had grown and multiplied those blessed to receive healing and care from the garden and from his hands.
A number of the elderly in the nearby village had struggled with a debilitating infection of the lungs after a harsh winter. As well there were a number of pregnant women who could need medications quickly as complications in pregnancy and with newborns can require immediate treatment.
He looked intently at the dirt and gauged the resources of his beloved field. He new he could plant all the living medicines necessary for treating the cherished elderly who were now suffering. Still, he saw a distinct lack of space for the flowering herbs he would need for the pregnant and those still on their way. He refused to feel discouraged or any frustration. He looked longer at the land within the boundaries of his care. He got closer to the earth and breathed deeply, closing his eyes. "We will grow." He let out with a firm smile. "We will grow together."
He planted the living medicines first and in perfect season. They would need direct sun to sprout and much care as they matured. They blossomed as they wrestled through the layer above their seed then sprung into the air and the light. They filled the garden and made it beautiful and full of life.
The healer began an exhausting work. He set his mind and his hands to cutting thousands of thin sturdy shoots of wood from the saplings and vines that grew next to a river a few miles away. He brought these shoots back into his garden and began weaving. He wove pillars, he wove baskets, he wove ropes and lattice. After 30 days of his joyful toil watching the medicine in the ground grow along side his woven creations he watched the sun rise on his second garden of hanging baskets filled with varying specialized soils and seeds ready to sprout.
The hanging garden grew and provided a nurturing shade for the more mature plants in the rich top soil. Both gardens grew more richly for their being accompanied. Both gave a vibrancy to eachother that had not been in the garden before.
The young healer felt a deep peace and noticed that he had grown and his love had grown and multiplied those blessed to receive healing and care from the garden and from his hands.
Monday, December 29, 2014
a pain-hope career (part 9)
There was water,
and there was Smith
With Smith was metal
and more blood
Kumiko, mixed tears, water
and blood
all in his eye sockets
with each lid's movement
The shadows were gone
The stupid men, were gone
the book was wet
and Smith breathed heavily
Kumiko, sat without his pride. He groped for the book-for a moment, then looked at Smith's knees (he couldn't look him in the eye). "I..I didn't do it. I don't know why, I just sat in there and then I got the book, but I lost, I lost he wraith" Kumiko feared Smith killing him. Smith was a killer.
Smith's eyes made years seem short. Before another word was spoken, a sharp scraping rang from the hall where wraith had escaped. Smith's mouth dropped open as he slowly turned to look.
"It's her." He said.
FIN
and there was Smith
With Smith was metal
and more blood
Kumiko, mixed tears, water
and blood
all in his eye sockets
with each lid's movement
The shadows were gone
The stupid men, were gone
the book was wet
and Smith breathed heavily
Kumiko, sat without his pride. He groped for the book-for a moment, then looked at Smith's knees (he couldn't look him in the eye). "I..I didn't do it. I don't know why, I just sat in there and then I got the book, but I lost, I lost he wraith" Kumiko feared Smith killing him. Smith was a killer.
Smith's eyes made years seem short. Before another word was spoken, a sharp scraping rang from the hall where wraith had escaped. Smith's mouth dropped open as he slowly turned to look.
"It's her." He said.
FIN
The swirling .
It was a mix of color. I had lived there for 12 years, sometimes mixing the colors, sometimes watching them and sometimes staring at the line stretching out forever.
When I was watching the colors I was transfixed...such patterns...light and dark, circling my feet. Somehow they spoke to my unblinking eyes, pointing to the line that led away out from the side of them. They had a voice like metal grinding into trees, but motorless. Like huge pieces of shrapnel cutting through a forest, with millions of splintering voices.
At first I thought they were mindless and random radio static. One day in my twelfth year I tried something.
The colors had been talking.
"Money spilled all over the highway....cshhhhhhhh..cshhh driver dead pedestrians scramble to collect dispersed cash.....shhhhhhhh...today I saw the dhali, he was on TV...everyone was given the vaccine, without any knowledge of it's side effects...."
"Hello." I said.
"cshhhh..cshhhhhh"
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Hello?!" I yelled.
"cshhhhhhhhhhh..."
"What is it's problem," I thought. "I have been standing in this circle for so long. The rest of this area is empty but the circle never shuts up".
"cshhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhh....the dog was thought to have been barking needlessly, until the neighbors came closer to see that it had actually trapped someone robbing the residence....cshhhhhhhhh.."
"hello?" I tried again.
"cshhhh...cshhhh....the satellite had been considered useless until the current mission to refocus the lens enabled it to see. cshhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The dog had not been barking needlessly."
and with that, I broke into a cold sweat. My eyes started to tear. It had had reiterated something! It did not do that. Were these swirling colors the body of a living being? Had I been standing in a living being for 12 years?
I almost fell. My legs were shaking altering the swirling patterns of color. I had never talked to it, and it had never reiterated anything. I suddenly felt that I might be swallowed by it, sucked down into the colors and never seen again. Fear's hands clenched deeper and deeper into my guts as I struggled for words.
".....uh, can I get you something?" was all I got out.
"cshhhhhhhhh....csh"
This one place had always been, well..home. It had something going on. It had noise and shape. Now that it had intelligence...it was terrifying.
"cshh...cshh....the currency was then considered useless, many German's were actually seen burning it for warmth as winter approached..cshh."
I got on my hands and knees, sweating and shaking.
"Are you in there?"
"cshhhhh....csh..................................................."
silence.
Now whole tears of horror spilled from my eyes. It had never been silent. Never. I could hear myself crying, my whole existence turned in mere seconds.
"WHO?" The voice boomed. Without static, gaps or hiss.
"OH God!" I screamed, falling now to my elbows and knees my hair dipping into it. "Oh God! Oh god! Oh God!"
"What is this" I thought "what are you?" I whispered.
"Who?" The voice came again.
I spilled over onto my side and let the colors flow into and out of the left leg and sleeve of my suit. I was scared and helpless, painfully so. Seconds past in complete quietness, no blur of noise to distract me from the feeling that there was life behind the reality I lay in.
A life that could see me, a life that surrounded me a life that transcended me. The working of my mind ground to a broken halt, fixed on one fear...maybe, maybe I was not God.
When I was watching the colors I was transfixed...such patterns...light and dark, circling my feet. Somehow they spoke to my unblinking eyes, pointing to the line that led away out from the side of them. They had a voice like metal grinding into trees, but motorless. Like huge pieces of shrapnel cutting through a forest, with millions of splintering voices.
At first I thought they were mindless and random radio static. One day in my twelfth year I tried something.
The colors had been talking.
"Money spilled all over the highway....cshhhhhhhh..cshhh driver dead pedestrians scramble to collect dispersed cash.....shhhhhhhh...today I saw the dhali, he was on TV...everyone was given the vaccine, without any knowledge of it's side effects...."
"Hello." I said.
"cshhhh..cshhhhhh"
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Hello?!" I yelled.
"cshhhhhhhhhhh..."
"What is it's problem," I thought. "I have been standing in this circle for so long. The rest of this area is empty but the circle never shuts up".
"cshhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhh....the dog was thought to have been barking needlessly, until the neighbors came closer to see that it had actually trapped someone robbing the residence....cshhhhhhhhh.."
"hello?" I tried again.
"cshhhh...cshhhh....the satellite had been considered useless until the current mission to refocus the lens enabled it to see. cshhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The dog had not been barking needlessly."
and with that, I broke into a cold sweat. My eyes started to tear. It had had reiterated something! It did not do that. Were these swirling colors the body of a living being? Had I been standing in a living being for 12 years?
I almost fell. My legs were shaking altering the swirling patterns of color. I had never talked to it, and it had never reiterated anything. I suddenly felt that I might be swallowed by it, sucked down into the colors and never seen again. Fear's hands clenched deeper and deeper into my guts as I struggled for words.
".....uh, can I get you something?" was all I got out.
"cshhhhhhhhh....csh"
This one place had always been, well..home. It had something going on. It had noise and shape. Now that it had intelligence...it was terrifying.
"cshh...cshh....the currency was then considered useless, many German's were actually seen burning it for warmth as winter approached..cshh."
I got on my hands and knees, sweating and shaking.
"Are you in there?"
"cshhhhh....csh..................................................."
silence.
Now whole tears of horror spilled from my eyes. It had never been silent. Never. I could hear myself crying, my whole existence turned in mere seconds.
"WHO?" The voice boomed. Without static, gaps or hiss.
"OH God!" I screamed, falling now to my elbows and knees my hair dipping into it. "Oh God! Oh god! Oh God!"
"What is this" I thought "what are you?" I whispered.
"Who?" The voice came again.
I spilled over onto my side and let the colors flow into and out of the left leg and sleeve of my suit. I was scared and helpless, painfully so. Seconds past in complete quietness, no blur of noise to distract me from the feeling that there was life behind the reality I lay in.
A life that could see me, a life that surrounded me a life that transcended me. The working of my mind ground to a broken halt, fixed on one fear...maybe, maybe I was not God.
My friends
I've got ten albums
and ten people who've heard them
I love each of you
With all my heart.
You know the truth that I do
You feel the same as I do
You know I never lose you
that time and space won't always keep apart.
and ten people who've heard them
I love each of you
With all my heart.
You know the truth that I do
You feel the same as I do
You know I never lose you
that time and space won't always keep apart.
A sincere embrace
Be all the things I berated you for.
And shaking fingers point me away
How long will the opaque mirage suspend
I beg the heat of love brush it all aside
Our bitter smallness erase
How small the sanctuary seems
Without the firelight to open eyes
How long do we stare at ourselves
I beg the breath of god breath me back alive
And lift my shortened gaze
We have the things we don't accept you for
Hidden long inside our disease
Knowing I don't change you or give you spell
Turn our faces to you
Your love and the ways you scare us
Uncross my arms.
And shaking fingers point me away
How long will the opaque mirage suspend
I beg the heat of love brush it all aside
Our bitter smallness erase
How small the sanctuary seems
Without the firelight to open eyes
How long do we stare at ourselves
I beg the breath of god breath me back alive
And lift my shortened gaze
We have the things we don't accept you for
Hidden long inside our disease
Knowing I don't change you or give you spell
Turn our faces to you
Your love and the ways you scare us
Uncross my arms.
I can feel the limit
Somewhere during my cellular division
I looked up
I saw the gasses strewn in beautiful shades
An arc
A mile above my head
Sometime in my bodies young days
I shook to
Find the grey in my beard, thought it was strange
and hard
A mountain breaking in
I leapt and crashed
stretched to find my limit a meter away.
So while the silent invisible goes on
The scene struck here
of jawing masses living in the man made
Should start
and see the limits we live in.
I looked up
I saw the gasses strewn in beautiful shades
An arc
A mile above my head
Sometime in my bodies young days
I shook to
Find the grey in my beard, thought it was strange
and hard
A mountain breaking in
I leapt and crashed
stretched to find my limit a meter away.
So while the silent invisible goes on
The scene struck here
of jawing masses living in the man made
Should start
and see the limits we live in.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
An embrace over my head
I tried looking down on you,
I got nothing but anger from it.
I tried to draw a line round you
But I couldn't hold you still.
I set my teeth on edge
Rigid and angry
And I opened my mouth
Till I was sick of complaining
Exhaustion and confusion
At your high and mighty strangeness
You hadn't changed
I caught a look in your eye
That you wouldn't forsake me.
That you would still embrace me.
I got nothing but anger from it.
I tried to draw a line round you
But I couldn't hold you still.
I set my teeth on edge
Rigid and angry
And I opened my mouth
Till I was sick of complaining
Exhaustion and confusion
At your high and mighty strangeness
You hadn't changed
I caught a look in your eye
That you wouldn't forsake me.
That you would still embrace me.
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