All entries for April 2009

April 28, 2009

No Separation

Born from different wombs I love you

As if we were the same being

And seeing you cry

just made you love me more

when I hold you, I want to hold you

so much that you tranfuse through my chest

into my heart – no separation.

Love hurts I’ve discovered,

but what am I to do

When you have a spirit and soul to match your

Heaven-mirrored beauty

That’s it –

You mirror heaven and I stand in front of you

And am struck dumb and in awe.

Remember the silly hobo-child from the other-side

Of the valley.

He remembers you.

The explosion in his heart wont let him forget.


The Evening Water

Crawling across the evening waters

           Golden worms and caterpillars

Born of the crystal street lamps

           That decorate the river highway.

The blind blacksmith with the one silver eye

           left just a minute ago

Having told me of Ireland and the fall

          And I am left on the tall banks -

of the water, that gently kiss

          the whispering reeds.


April 15, 2009

Jyoti’s Painting

          Decorated in willow leaves

And painted in watery moonlight

          That ran down her slender arms

          Trickling trippingly off her fingertips

She held a child in her arms.

          Nestled in her breast-

          Grouse hidden in heather.

Hidden from the disjointed etches

The lonely artist has made of this life

       The scratches that carve out

       The crown and the cross.

But mother and son are born from

A different imagination.


April 11, 2009

Most of the time

Most of the time I’m with it, I’m pretty strong

I have my finger on the pulse of her neck

Beat Beat Beat (clap clap clap)

I measure it out and out

But not always

Toot toot toot

Most of the time-

The jazzy saxophone carries me off.

But sometimes music don’t chase that wolf away

HaaaWoooo

He’s here and his pack too

Most of the time isn’t this time.

Shit man its time to run

The clouds are coming

And the train is chugging

Pretty fast too.

I can read the signs, figure the situation

I’m not billy blind

Most of the time

But the moon don’t shine tonight

The clouds are coming

You see needs must when the devil rides

Where’s the crossroads,

Wheres the sign

I never been there

No siree

Not I

So why does the wolf pierce me with yellow eyes

Fill the empty caverns with her cries

I’m a wolf

Lone and out

You see most of the time

Isn’t this time


April 01, 2009

The Church Cross (Eve and Adam)

The silhouette stands as a reminder

Against the red heart of the setting sun

Who tired and rusty, lay down to rest

But the church cross stands there still

through the night and moon

And against that red beating heart

We talked in the garden of other things

though the church cross stood there still

through the night and moon

that swam slowly through the deep half of the sky,

We talked in the garden of other things

We forgot the cross and the sun and moon

that swam slowly through the deep half of the sky,

rather forgetting what was told not to forget

Yes we forgot the cross and the sun and moon-

But if this original sin then I am glad I am in it with you

And I’d rather forget what was told not to forget

even as I raise my brown soft eyes I remember

That if this original sin then I am glad I am in it with you

as tired and rusty, we lay down our head to rest

Though even as I raise my brown soft eyes I remember -

The silhouette stands as a reminder


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