iscomfortzone
For every capricious child
There is no moral compass
The healing hand pushed away
These malevolent spirits
Traveling incognito
Hidden well behind the I's
Random singularities
Pulling out an existence
From the slightest attentions
Brief intoxicant fixes
These busted knuckle divers
Conceal event horizons
From which there is no escape
Spaghettification kings
For every imploding star
seated on padded musroom
Another is hovering
Just beyond our blindered view
© P.M.H 2/07/21
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 10:44 PM UTC
Ane Blissed Chance
You cannot hear this
Song of my haecceity
Resonant within
This peculiar ane
My spirit cries out to you
Mute sibylline bid
There not painlessly
Corkscrewing into my heart
These threads of your love
Temporal soma
Passes this way only once
I gift you mine
© P.M.H 2009
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 10:42 PM UTC
When I was a child
I liked to ride in cars
In backseats I would close eyes
I'd Imagine moving backwards
It seemed to be an innocent muse
Maybe chancing getting to some story
Like Alice's parallel place of wonder
© P.M.H 6/30/19
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Old man in the night,
on the banks of the river,
carefully looks about,
no one must see him
in this deadly serious,
childish play.
In a white wax paper pastry bag,
he gently places the memories,
slippery feelings, a handful of tears,
an abundance of joy and a little,
lit tea candle.
Bending he delicately places it
upon the water, as though it were
some priceless thing and he sits
hands folded in lap, feet out,
on the river bank. watching
the white bag as it dims
and drifts away.
© P.M.H 2001
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
Relationships,
things that leak, list,
then capsize
drowning all onboard
© P.M.H 4/16/2019
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
You have imprinted
My eternity
Walking on by me
Giving backward glance
And inviting smile
This magnetism
In fecundity
Your step fragile yet
Some great gravity
About your presence
You venal, naive
Yet like the woman
There is caveat
Men observe caution
Green little Mantis
Swaying in the breeze
your flowerprint skirt
Disappears from view
Down the boulevard
The perfume remains
May see you again
Next incarnation
Somewhere in my walk
Across life and time
Will you remember
© P.M.H 2009
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
I've Walked a Myriad of country roads
Places that are nowhere and everywhere
I've stepped into the deep and endless woods
Therein a billion tall, slender spirits
Old souls watched as I walked in between them
Patches of daylight played in fluttered spats
Bright daylight, it cuts into eyes and mind
Like memories fixed in a Déjà vu
Hidden beneath the mosiac floor, a love
Shining brightly as an October day
I've Watched leaves tumbling down from perfect skies
like soft kisses between falling dancers
Just as my heart tumbles out of its' place
recalling falling leaves and soft kisses
© P.M.H 12/22/2011
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
I Saw her name painted upon a stone
Then you told me the legend of Bao Si
Her form as an ageless, ancient beauty
Still alive, breathing in places of love
I have wandered bound within her legend
Spiriting me across stormy jade seas
Walked upon ancient timeless stone pathways
I've taken her to heart as I have you
Enfolded within emerald dreaming
I've envisioned standing on the Great Wall
Then setting ablaze the warning tower
Forsaking all just to have seen her smile
You've told me about the Yunnan mountains
About the precious teas harvested there
The peaceful palmed paradise below them
Gentle winds whisper the name of Bao Si
Beneath the soft shadows of those mountains
In the early morning amber sunrise
Hands held we will share warm tea and kisses
Love in a coy blossomed beautiful place
© P.M.H 2009 Revised 2/12/19
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
Ataraxis
River bottom beds
beautiful scintillations
some glimpses of Sat
© P.M.H 2008
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC