words of kindness
fell upon this
It seems the only way
to reach the mountain-top,
is through the desert wasteland.
It is only there
that one might come to learn
Been wasting away in this hovel
for too many days to count;
wishing, hoping, scheming,
sometimes even praying,
for any way to get out.
My beloved, she has abandoned me.
What’s left is a stark white canva
that repels application of hue or
Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak
She is gone,
I am here now.
I have removed my outer garments,
placed my trust within your circle
I have come because you promised.
You told me you would be here
Weep for the fallen warriors.
Weep for those souls
considered collateral damage.
Weep for the profiteers.
Weep for the deserters.
are just what they’re meant to be;
whatever needs they serve to stir
There’s a fearsome beast within,
huddled tense and waiting,
in the furthest corner
of this brittle heart.
It lies alert to any signal
It’s dark here,
chill and dank.
Can’t stop now.
Can’t stop ever.
Late at night;
another helter-skelter day,
having flown off unexpectedly
into alien domains of disarray.
So many urgent moments
Not so long ago
I was convinced
you were the culprit,
the masked robber
of my sacred trust.
From the first remembered breath,
I was running to escape.
I didn’t need a map.
It didn’t matter which direction.
It hurt too much for any fool to s
Seems no way out,
but deep within.
There’s a resonant voice calling
from the depths of my being;
I am not what you imagine me to be
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi
about these words I spew upon this
Not for very long.
What of the form and structure?
I was surrounded by many
desperate, troubled people.
There was much drinking,
drugging and violence.
Women were being bought and sold
I am your greatest grandmother
calling softly on the ocean winds.
I was never lost to you forever,
only swallowed by the other half o
Come down with me to the quiet pla
These words are
to touch you,
and be touched;
Not on your life.
was stolen from me.
It is me.
I am stripped down
to my most naked intentions;
having worn so many coats
and less than noble guises.
What is this code that we agree up
but dare not ever speak in words ?
That mysterious unspoken-ness
looming where we choose to gather.
It’s sure we must be seen to know
There it is.
The hum of perfect silence
at the centre of all that is,
It was in those early days
when everything seemed technicolor
there was that explosion
What you seek
with such fervent zeal,
as you scour those
sacred texts and scriptures,
is far greater than
Here he comes again,
riding tall upon his hellish steed
Dead eyes red,
charging straight towards me.
No joy in that demonic laugh,
I am awash with tears of mourning
for what I thought was dead and go
as though a flood of holy water
has broken through the stony dam
I contrived to spare this brittle
I came to bless you
with the mystery,
and shine my light on you.
I did not know
you could not risk the light,
I gaze into the bleakness of the e
engulfed by a sense of futility an
I am like the man who keeps fishin
though he knows the river is spent
I cast my line into the milky pool
You think you know me,
that figment dancing in your mind’
You think you understand me,
that puppet dangling from imaginar
You believe you know what’s best f
No words of wisdom.
No clever rhymes.
Not this day.
weighs me down.
There are no pictures on these wal
no mountain lakes nor sailing ship
Not long ago there were no walls
Life was lived outside your window
I’d tried to live within four wall
I am crying now.
I don’t know why.
Am I supposed to know
why it is I cry ?
Though I always feel
I come to the village well today,
though without a need to drink.
My worldly thirst now quenched,
with home and hearth supplied.
I am here to fill a deeper vessel
I stared at her
like she was a painting,
as if I had all day and night
to drink in every
curve and contour
sweet holy mother of us all,
you who beckon me
these hectic days
The old priest gazes out upon his
each head bowed before the sacred
A scarred and broken bodied warrio
seeking inner peace and final abso
An elderly wealthy man of commerce
My garments have been stripped awa
along with any hope of tender merc
These feet made bare and sorely bl
It’s time again to bear your earth
Still it seems you know not what y