The finger points are reaching outward
Tentacles of light tentatively surging forward
As the glittering progeny are distributed, like manna
Amidst the soundless ink sky.
We look with hope to those distant star eyes...
Residual lives of burning hope - like ours: passionate, undaunted, fiercely loving and unashamed.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Wet Back and almost fell off the Fruit Truck again Hair Girl
Oh a Big Strong Man thinks
He loves a Fruit Truck hair girl;
A Fruit Truck hair girl, a Fruit Truck hair girl:
I said a Big Strong Man thinks he loves a Fruit Truck hair girl,
And he's tellin' all the World.
Smile.
He loves a Fruit Truck hair girl;
A Fruit Truck hair girl, a Fruit Truck hair girl:
I said a Big Strong Man thinks he loves a Fruit Truck hair girl,
And he's tellin' all the World.
Smile.
Vision
Oh, sky eyes.
If only you saw more.
Perhaps you should close for a while.
Then
I could show you stars inside
To make your heart beat
Wilder than
Any lion.
You might
speak
Real words, then.
Sing songs loudly, fiercely, defiantly.
Love gladly, wildly, honestly, truly.
Finding yourself,
You would be changed.
Burned but healed.
Bereft, but lifted.
Robbed, but renewed.
Tormented, but tended.
I think you will ever only notice surface waves,
Smiling,
I will hum, close my eyes, and feel
Again.
I will see more, still.
If only you saw more.
Perhaps you should close for a while.
Then
I could show you stars inside
To make your heart beat
Wilder than
Any lion.
You might
speak
Real words, then.
Sing songs loudly, fiercely, defiantly.
Love gladly, wildly, honestly, truly.
Finding yourself,
You would be changed.
Burned but healed.
Bereft, but lifted.
Robbed, but renewed.
Tormented, but tended.
I think you will ever only notice surface waves,
Smiling,
I will hum, close my eyes, and feel
Again.
I will see more, still.
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Spring Rites
Green wonderful, wind surely around the metals and spikes - my fingers confusing waterfire; igniting liquid inner flame, scattering shot-like sparks of celebration in a peering sky: celebration showers; showers of glee and glow and song and search, spreading out in glittering, flaming searching rainbow arcs of quench.
Impossibly soft moss - like a sigh - spread out the wonder of love beneath the shaded canopy
of dappled wooded solid lungs, exhaling life into the blue ball garden.
Birds, trill a trace of "lay we down a verse, and song, and moment of continuance to you, whispering
live, and languid, ye lions."
Oh, wind, move the watering sky deep amongst the fronded froth of 'spring forth', beckoning sun and shared sand wind to your brief rest, 'tween times.
Harken to the running rivers leaping and dancing, swelling buds to burst the earth, sudden petal wheels, whirring.
Here is
Wild All,
Undulating. Here am I....waving..
Impossibly soft moss - like a sigh - spread out the wonder of love beneath the shaded canopy
of dappled wooded solid lungs, exhaling life into the blue ball garden.
Birds, trill a trace of "lay we down a verse, and song, and moment of continuance to you, whispering
live, and languid, ye lions."
Oh, wind, move the watering sky deep amongst the fronded froth of 'spring forth', beckoning sun and shared sand wind to your brief rest, 'tween times.
Harken to the running rivers leaping and dancing, swelling buds to burst the earth, sudden petal wheels, whirring.
Here is
Wild All,
Undulating. Here am I....waving..
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