Haggard fields,
A frozen landscape in ruins.
The last pale light of winter,
Fading over the horizon.
My lungs assunder
My hands covered in cheap wool,
The barn I dreamt weeps in hushed silences
Feb 13, 2024
Feb 13, 2024 at 4:48 PM UTC
The old landmarks
turned hazel and brittle,
in air, pollen and grasshoppers
the color of corn.
My fire dies tonight
and emmbers rise
touching eastern crowns,
as ragged men sleep on ground.
we speak in whispers-
as moonlight flows,
the shifting darkness
a web and crow.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
Trembling at soft sounds,
only the white gull,
only the demolished fragrant woodland;
there! in my electric mirror.
Midwinter storms sweep away thy own path.
straw mats with angel faced eyes the color Danube,
marble cliffs and multicolored flowers,
a dream within a somnium.
My dear,
hide those salty tears;
for he who holds the earth upright is hidden
and the vibration you feel
have no human traces.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
The sun is now behind trees
and the trees hide behind the powerlines.
My tree, small as it might be still blooms each spring.
I have only ghost who listen to my shoulder pain,
men dont cry but purchase graves.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
He had a romantic curiosity
being simple as summers on the farm.
innocence with this pathological fear of loneliness;
living under the weight of imperial iron.
The pulse of time eats at his sullen heart,
pregnant with the city
that comes alive
in the dark.
lower latitudes
and winter nights,
heavenwide a spark of light.
He can still see his mother
stuck in the foothills,
she had safe-passage tonight
and he was meant to remember
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
Let blossoms calm my nervous hands
Let clouds divide the sky,
oh angel,
heal this mans waking mind.
Let the cows graze
as the dogs bark and howl,
Let his poems rise again
and make them smile.
Let the woodland vistas
shine in ease,
as the valleys below
echo in peace.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
My soul changing into god,
i know of gravitys authority,
a black hole, paradise.
All worlds end.
all here still spontaeous,
raident eletrons going inward,
I urge you.
The kings seat
remains empty-
the first voice with intention,
graced us a milennia ago
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Going back home.
the terminal funneling me forward.
fleeting days,
flat land like a mosaic.
the unalterable effigy following,
together toward frozen new england lakes,
at days end where the sea
meets the river,
you shall find me
singing the december snow.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
display to me
the barren shore,
and leafless birches
outside my window pane.
The heavens are smoky,
perhaps ash from the factory,
a vacant lot depleted.
Steets have a lunar hue-
my face twisted by the harsh eastern wind,
a forgotten memory
as bodies grow limp.
i am aware of the bleakness.
the stark reality of silence.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC
Devastated men once young,
Are now trying to climb out of that pit of lonely spaces,
And somehow fill a cup which has never been empty.
Young men staring at the reflection,
The lake saying nothing back-
Wanting approval- the hands of a healer.
Pour him another,
Light up again,
Numb the senses until memory is just a word.
Once someone's baby
Now all grown up,
Their faces long in the setting sun.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC