Never stop
Or in questioning fail
To bloom regardless of allergic beings

Were you ever meant to stay
Forever in the shade
Of the nearby houses and skyward trees

Always and intently
You were ever meant to be
Blossoms floating down a Mississippi stream

Just to join in the open discourse
Of the most willing and most begotten
Lifelong love at sea

So be
And never stop being

Reach out ... when all around is falling down
When snows delay dissolves in hope
And sun is dashed by weathered time alike
Stand up, in being, when nothing's left
No place to rest or lay your weary head
In misery and mind alike
Reach up ... until your old bones stretch
And with a cracking desire your weariness fades
Like the common sky into the masked clouds alike

You are the radience inside my heart
The warmth within my December hue
The fire above my hearth
Is you
As you're always burning, not the answer
But the voice which softens in the dark
The winds which whisper in the snow laden park
And speaks of secret ivory keyswere alive
Theses always were
Is you

Lifted up from an ocean death
You breathed into my chest a breath
And gave me fire from the sun to glow
Thunder in the ears of me
And lightning bolts to throw

We are not fragile
You and I
Nor are we blunt and filled with either dramatic or traumatic cries
No talk of sea or stars or moon or sky
Can compare to the mirror and its vacant airs
To the coin and its other side alike
Of the same material made within different minds
No other two halves can compare
Or be undone as one
With so much as a stare it is know to be
No?
Our love is a spiral
Be it up or down
Ever perfectly in earth or air

How often do the clouds get looked at
For who they are
As compared to what you think you see?
In them and these?
If you would be so kind
As to opt into please
Would you commit this
Our memory
To memory
What do
You see
?

It's sanded pine
It's endless time
And summers spent
On nothing at all

It's the graciousness of seasons set
With a perfect fade
In this woodland realm
I'll never fall

There is nothing there
In the place once where
My heartbeat did beat
And my kick-drum rolled
Like a stone turned southwards
To avoid the winters writhing cold

Breathed out like snow, the snow
Which falls first as a rain soaked hope
And freezes slowly along the way
No longer pretending to know
What the feeling of light falling
Is like being beneath

Yet in the stillness, it is always me
Who knows no different than this when
Will my skies return to the lightest gas
And my head stop fasting
On this memory of you
But a massing cloud just waiting to pass

And in the wishes of spring
Therefor hope once grows
And in the kind of snow which smiles evoke
Which will never come to settle on the wings of crows
But glows in the sun like a radiant pyre
And flows like the flame of a dancing wildfire

Ignited, I fly
And maybe then try
And shake the snow from my wings of this healing age
I find, and will hopefully allow my heart
To finally come home
Who am I but alone?

Oceans, and

I am the place by hollow shores
Where salt and osprey meet in airs
Like hurricanes turned on their heads
Like feathers in the fair duress
I fold the melting sands amess
Into being as one they sung
By rocky shoals and jutting reefs
My currents forever run

I am the presence by the shore, the waters beneath the sun

I welcome your storms
Embrace your rain
Having fallen long before
In a flood
And in being
There my own being
Found
So I welcome your storm
All around

Just when I thought
I was fully to mend
And started walked thereout
The ache in limping form returned
With my reign at an end like a summers warmth
Guess it's time to limp off
And in trying begin again

To walk

Sometimes I’m in awe of the constellations
Of the planets and their unorderly align
And other times I see the sun in its blinding light natural
And am disgusted by its distant hiss and lurid blind

You are pure sunlight
With no oath to shine
And yours is the only reflection I see
In the moon sometimes
When the night is young and hopeful
When all is everything and in infinite time
You'll question no such reflective being
But instead open seeing and find

My coffee heart turns
And headache burns
Into nothing less
Than a Monday furnace

Does the sunlight worry about its moonlight reflection?
When it cannot see stars either you or me?
No!
Because even in darkness it just sits back,
And with ice on its arm,
Breathes.

Every wooden sanded edge
Every rippling river smooth with skipping stones
And metal ridges sharper than swords well-hewn
The kind which pierces even the heavens reign
And pours down thunder like an autumnal coat
I know, I know, of even such a place
Where the summers howl and the winters winds
Gently blow out candlelight stars below
And there also you will find such out
In the pouring of the heart and soul
I am the one
No doubt

Your heart a grey sky scenic quaint
My brushes too cold unable to touch
Your fragrant sky now dark as storms
With stars like broken glass finely crushed

And I, and I, a dusty grain
In of a field of sandy wishes warm
Found nothing but a sharp memory pain
In the heel of my mind there sticks your thorn

Like tress unborn of acorn hopes
And buried wishes beneath dead stones
There rise and fall in the mind of see
Having since seen my dawning home

Peaking above the wavering trees
There our path beneath ever separates
And in turning hearts now etched in grey
Sketched out an open talk

Just to say that this is one of the many places
Though we once traversed, we will not walk

I write more than I read
Because I'm not obsessed with them
Obviously
I'm an introvert
And introverts are obsessed with who?
Exactly and not untrue
That would be, me

There cannot be a new being of you
Until you stop clouding the same old skies
With the comfortable grey you've known
Since you last tried
But instead
Let it rain until the rain is through
Let it rain and then
Even when it hurts and all which you desire is behind you

Like an ocean out of easels
I am drawn

Just as stars so many wander in
Like a child recently grown anew

And in walking so is hope revealed
To my remain both true and beating alive

Being all at the same place where my old words move
And I am left standing there alongside

The world is ruined
By this turning of unsee
No event twisted
Un let me be and beneath
Near this gravity to me

If anything be known
Be it by memory or reflex of habit fine
It was once and for a midnight shone
For a spell of time and worth
That there is coal and those who burn
And he a diamond in the earth

Shining

I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way

Unaware of my own walking
Feet are numb though midday may be
Forever wandering and talking
About the sunshine nothingness of time
And I am witness to this madness
My farsight focused, nearsight blind

Though storms relief
Be in no sky near where you may be
Remeber and in seeing me
Breathe
Like the stars will always be enfused with fire
A breath like we will always ignite

I am not a poet   - so much
As my poetry.             Is me
                 And these words
                   Are just   letters.    Living                
              Are just a construct
Of mine  - in mind -   being