Poetry
I write my words
For you to pluck
As ripe apples
But they fall to the ground
And wait below the tree
For some animal
To come along
And feast on its
Coming apart.
***
Rant and raving,
Screaming and foaming
At the lips
Of reality,
A nauseous beauty
Of vile inducing ugliness.
Is it a wonder they hate soft compassionate hearts?
Your words are liberating the ghosts from
Behind doors and the frightened cry angry tears.
Divine beauty reveals that which is artificial
Merely by its existence.
Fear not,
Love anyway.
***
Brick. slap. movement. sound. feet on concrete
A gate closes behind with a thud after
morning run.
I am safe inside the confines of my home
and quickly I begin peeling away the layers of day
shivering in excitement,
waiting for the core place of nakedness
but it never comes.
I am afraid I don't know how to be naked anymore.
***
For you to pluck
As ripe apples
But they fall to the ground
And wait below the tree
For some animal
To come along
And feast on its
Coming apart.
***
Rant and raving,
Screaming and foaming
At the lips
Of reality,
A nauseous beauty
Of vile inducing ugliness.
Is it a wonder they hate soft compassionate hearts?
Your words are liberating the ghosts from
Behind doors and the frightened cry angry tears.
Divine beauty reveals that which is artificial
Merely by its existence.
Fear not,
Love anyway.
***
Brick. slap. movement. sound. feet on concrete
A gate closes behind with a thud after
morning run.
I am safe inside the confines of my home
and quickly I begin peeling away the layers of day
shivering in excitement,
waiting for the core place of nakedness
but it never comes.
I am afraid I don't know how to be naked anymore.
***
I reach out with sound and letter
Unaware
That
I left behind the spirit
In this meeting
There is growing
Anger
And harsh words
That paint over
Truths
with monstrous growth
Who spring from today
Into tomorrow
And
There is endless suffering
Dancing
Around these shelves
Of identity
Until
I realize my love
That we are one
And peace becomes this.
***
Gill and Fred walked across the park.
Their little yellow legs shift under the uneven weight of their body.
In this instance,
walk means wobble.
They wobble across the park.
Gill walks from Fred and back and then away again
as though unsure of what she is
and where she is going.
Gill, is a female with the mundane coloring of dirt and carpet and concrete.
Fred stands out boastful in bright array of color
Green blue red yellow sporting coat.
The color is to protect her. Defend her. From everything
but rape, of course.
Is this the way of world?
We only protect the things we want to use?
Unaware
That
I left behind the spirit
In this meeting
There is growing
Anger
And harsh words
That paint over
Truths
with monstrous growth
Who spring from today
Into tomorrow
And
There is endless suffering
Dancing
Around these shelves
Of identity
Until
I realize my love
That we are one
And peace becomes this.
***
Gill and Fred walked across the park.
Their little yellow legs shift under the uneven weight of their body.
In this instance,
walk means wobble.
They wobble across the park.
Gill walks from Fred and back and then away again
as though unsure of what she is
and where she is going.
Gill, is a female with the mundane coloring of dirt and carpet and concrete.
Fred stands out boastful in bright array of color
Green blue red yellow sporting coat.
The color is to protect her. Defend her. From everything
but rape, of course.
Is this the way of world?
We only protect the things we want to use?