I
I was walking through
the forest of life
when I saw in my path
a shade whose spectral form
blocked my way to the
sweet fruits that lay beyond.
II
“Who are you, shade?”
I asked, “Why do I find you
now, in my travels?”
The shade spoke not but
instead pointed down yonder path
and grinned a shade’s grin.
III
Where he pointed I could
see through the space between trees
a castle as black as night from
where it sat brooding on a high hill.
Instantly were the fruits
forgotten, so great my urge
to reach and enter this castle.
IV
When I looked again, the
shade had vanished
and I was alone once more.
Quickly I continued down
the path and towards my goal.
V
The way was long and
as I finally reached the hill
upon which the castle sat
night had begun to fall.
VI
As I looked up, my first thought
was that the castle had vanished
leaving me alone and lost
at the end of the path.
VII
When suddenly I saw a flame
burn from one of its
high windows. I realized
the castle was still there
but as deeply black as the
darkening sky above.
VIII
Soon stars were visible
and the contrast of the infinite
darkness of the castle against them
seemed as if a great black hole
had opened up, revealing
the never ending darkness
that lies beyond what is known.
IX
Up I climbed until I
came to its great gate
and with beating heart
did I gently push it open
and enter the courtyard.
X
In it stood a fountain,
now dry, and beyond that
the crimson door through
which I would gain access
to this mysterious keep.
XI
As I approached the door
I could read the inscription
written by its large metal knocker:
“Behind you lies what is known,
ahead lies the unknown. For what
is behind this door changes everything.”
XII
Slowly did I push the door
and it quickly gave in.
I passed the threshold and
my eyes adjusted to the
the darkness inside.
XIII
As my vision cleared I
saw what lay in the middle of the room:
a pen and a blank piece of paper.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
Beating on steering wheels
& knees waiting for
the rock apocalypse
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
I sit up late contemplating
the apocalypse in your eyes.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
That feeling that everything
is extraordinary. Looking
up into the ceiling and
seeing straight through
and up at the stars.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
You could **** a man
with eyebrows like that.
Lips so pink
I would drink
my fill
if I could.
The curve of your face
more precious
than the curvature
of the earth.
The hair that
falls down your back
could be woven to cloth
just as you
are woven throughout
my dreams.
Tonight, when I
dream of you
(as I know I will),
I only hope
you will look
at least half
as beautiful
as you do right now.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
The monks
hunks of spiritual form
take to the ocean
on a cloudy winter morn
I see them from here
& it fills me with fear
for unearthly music
has begun to take form.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Oh mad hatted,
push cart rolling,
wanderer
wither goest thou?
Are you looking
for cans?
coins?
money to keep
on living?
money to keep on rolling?
I hope you
find your way
or at least
a place to
stay.
You're not alone
mad ***
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
Julia
I Should Have Known Better
I Want to Tell You
You've Really Got a Hold On Me
If I Needed Someone
Baby It's You
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Come Together
Because
Oh! Darling
All You Need Is Love
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
i sing a song of my soul so that all can see
to some degree
my heart of hearts and my world that to me is free
my hands sweat
my body shivers
can it be from being alive... living in absolute ecstasy?
i need sustenance, i need poetry
my body needs food and ***
i need things like these
that give life and reason to wake up tomorrow
wake up tomorrow so i can spend time loving and writing
i need love, i need to be important
my mind needs to be recognized
my hope to be known, to be told i'm a writer
so that i can be sure of it,
be sure that i am what i say to myself that i am
how do I see myself?
self esteem?
is there a self to be esteemed?
am i made up of thought? feelings? perceptions?
what am i? what are you?
is this what was sought by philosophers?
lovers?
sisters? brothers?
i hope to find myself somewhere
under that rock
in the toe of my sock
behind the tree
i just hope the me i find is free
i hope that in the future i'm needed
i hope that i will be recognized for revolutionizing
for socializing for rectifying
i hope that i'm loved for my soul and for my poetry (which is my soul)
my greatest hope is for at least a little inner peace
for a quieting of the mind and tranquility of spirit
i have hope for the world because i see love everywhere
for finding love in myself it must be in everyone
for my soul is yours as yours is mine in this cosmic milkshake
shake O shake you cool cool cat
let the whole world hear your song
leave more than the impression in the couch
from where you sat
i prowl the twisting alleyways of imagination in search of heaven
i've heard that it's down here among the trees and *****
cigarette **** sidewalks
have you found it?
if you had would you have told me?
i love you don't you love me?
i've found heaven in you but you've found it
where i'd never think to look
not in a book or the bodhi tree we shook
but in the love of another
where i'd never think to look
you there! alone! aren't we all lonely wanderers!
i see you there
i see the love where you'd never think to check
come here, i beckon to you
find the love in me so ****** red
i lie alone in bed
thinking of you, dear
are things ever better left unsaid?
come with me! on the road and back again
travel with me! never let me be!
of all loves it's you i chose
come quickly now
for i'll be leaving soon
i must only wait till the road opens
and the flowers finally bloom
for love is quick
and there is so much world to see
peace! love! take me to where i can find these things
for they are all i think about in the infinite universe of my mind
like the infinite love in my heart
or the finite love of your lips
love is lonely
hate is holy
find me god! save me!
what is this life that lifts me up only to drown me
in thoughts of loss and endings
in words that spew from my mind i drown myself
poetry! music!
things so important to me
i find poetry in everything
and music straight from my dreams
spine tingling, legs shaking, head rocking,
a world orchestrated by eternity
the cigarette between my fingers burns at the tip!
how it burns burns burns
like my world burns
my life that's gone up in smoke!
will i end up rich and famous?
or happy and broke?
a lifetime of poetry ahead
words to be written
love to be made
loves to be lost
and paths to be crossed
i must get out of bed
the future scares me and
the money in the world is quite a sum
it's just too bad i want to be a ***
years from now when my song is sung
when the words have crumbled to dust
and my mind has begun to rust
will you love me then?
will i have proven my worth?
will i be happy with my life, my work?
can i rest in peace and return to the earth?
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC