I grab words from you

They are precious to me

I want to keep them folded

Safe in my pocket.

*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread

I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess

...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing

I don't deserve you
Long legged  and delicate

(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)

In a world of questions
With headstones as the answers
No one knows God’s will
As we dig another hole
Soon to be prayed over
Who will be the next fill?
In whistling ignorance
While at work or play
The next grave prepares itself
Too young to listen
Too old to remember
All that matters is material wealth
We hear the ancient words
Channeled through dilated eyes
As if they talk to the face of God
No longer seeking knowledge
The decision has been made
And now our obedience they ****
Killing in the name of God
Insulting in the name of intelligence
All those so sure bring their armies to bear
Caught in the crossfire
Of dogmatic accusation
The agnostic voices speak if they dare
And so the truth is lost
In the eye of the hurricane
As we are swept away with the tide
And yet we return again and again
Even to face certain death
As we who ask stand before those who lied
They hope to find the truth
In the rolling sands of receding waters
That chase the clouds away
Living through uncertainty
But loving one another
The flash of blue seems to light the way
Climbing through the mounds
Of broken dreams and memories
We sew hope into our lives
Mending our discouraged minds
And remembering tomorrow
We faintly hear the rising voices of lies

Catchy first line abuser
Thinking about your eyes
Looking at your ceiling
As you wait for sleep

Your voice
Your hands
Your laugh
Your eyes
Those are the things that haunt me the most about you
And they haunt my poetry line to line

Wishing for arms that cant comfort
Arms wrapped warm around another
Two strands of spider web
Wrapping up the fly

Ink black seas
Spice ladden ships
Afternoons I spent watching
The boats dock and tie
And I imagined
One day
A boat would bring you to me
And my dreams of you will fall between the cracks in the dock
To swim forever with fish

Love unfeigned, how can it be
Truly known: by deed or by word?


Take old Sisera for example, my lady,
Who fled with his glittering sword
To the tent of Jael, the beloved wife
Of Kenite, from the face of Barak.
And of her requested he for his life
Water, and she in action was not slack
To offer him milk instead, and did cover
Him again with a blanket. Sleeping in peace,
She crept softly to him with a hammer
And nailed down his temple with ease.
Yet to her did he entrust his safety,
Seeking from the smasher vain security.


Consider Joab, too, how he by his fine
Speech killled Amasa his worthy cousin;
Taking his beard with his right hand
As though he would give him a kiss grand,
Whilst his left hand had a thirsty dagger
Waiting; and he pierced the good feller
Through with his wicked blade. How the tongue
Of men do flatter oft in order to do wrong!

i often, longingly, of your striving pinkest
lips do eat by my own lips curling with
them into a neat pile of tremendous ***

i often, strivingly, long to eat, of your chests
pale basin, the apt fruit of your *******
i, longing, and strive with the savage
electric lash of thy fragrant throat

i dance and marvel at your feeling
my chest hands
                             i drink of them
and i'm etherised smoothly at
their hot rumple of my skin

and i you just can't barely

for thou art the dripping
rill of Cupid's apt *****

thou art, between darkness
and light, abruptly hung
with my flesh (from which
is sated thy lustful flowers
perfectly glistening petals
'neath me and groaning)