Poetry is
The earth we see
When its tumultuous and green

And syllables
Are the rivers
Carving out valleys deep beneath

No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you

About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning

In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew

And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you

We love the rain
Not because we can hear the sky
But that we can see her thoughts

Not Mary, never Elizabeth
My Anne Elliot
Marry me
Why do you tarry
Especially when I'm not longer at sea

Gentle dawn
Tilts her head to a simple side
Just like a lover

Her embrace and longing kiss
Opening wider than a day is long
And a night is alive

With ease and gentleness alike
Her hand comes to rest
On my resting knee

As I gently reach for a single moment
Turned memory
Which can be savored for eternity

When I'm here
My eyes are full of scenic tears
And I tilt my head back to hold onto them
Because the beauty overwhelms me

A man, searching
Finds no door or exit sign
In any amount of word comprised

Instead
He is only found in less of himself
And in more of his God, found alive

It’s a quiet town just waiting to be
Infatuated with you

A tiny bit of me
Still believes
In the ounceless weight
Of our slowly dying dream
Falling like the stars
Occasionally in mind and eyes

You roll like auburn hills
And crash like comfortable clouds in the sky
Into my living room couch

Calling me back
Like the last moonlit rays of the sunset sky

You are steady and both steadily mine

I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is

It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths

It's an echo clear in a budding clearing

And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish

And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips

Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it

Source, a heartthrob life
Be thought, and alone no more
In my being caught

College is
A peaceful mind
Because it's years
And years
Of nonthinking
Thought

Free of judgement
And greatly
At a price
Often bought

Pain, no conscious name
Be known, but never the less
In present heaven

BLACK
Is the darkest singular star
Behind the sun in the known night sky

BLUE
Is the sea in the sight of it's beholder
And long as the day is young and green

BOLD
Is the order of man unknown
Tall, as it shoots and sparks into the fall of being

COLD
Is the starlight and seabed alike
As awakening grasps at the spark of meaning

No coloring known
Is such as described by man
Ever seen alive

You cannot see me
Hear aloud
Though here I am regardless

Consisting of the why in wind
Though I may howl
And crash upon the sudden leaves

I am still
The whispering in the hear and now

Inside every tree
Once grown, is a seed of life
And death yet to be

Peaks and valleys found
On every fragile mountain
Past and present young

Quiet voices call
Another restful mind's eye
To see as others
Be as being cannot call
And remind if quiet lives

When you can hear the rain running through the trees
Scampering out from the great unknown
With a booming, thunderus, parental wave
The cosmos sounds
And the thunder calls it's children home

As if every coffee cup ever filled was an ocean
So every drink ever drank by humanity was a dream
A beautiful dream with an inevitable end
Like a swirling coffee steeped in seeping cream
Forever mixed are our drinking lives with dreams
One and the same once turned knowingly

As a lover says I will return
Just before the extended loss of stay
Be it echoed over mountains past
Or etched in stillness contemplation
The tongue in all of its self-proclaimed wisdom
Finds no words less, no more deserving
Then the faithful say
And cry on high
Saying Maranatha – Maybe today

TBC

It’s NOT that life is NOT worth living, without big ideals
It’s JUST that some are JUST unawares

Of the difference between the oceans and the seas
Yet they swim still

In the channel of being
Creating endless, watery, memories

For granted takes me every day
Not by surprise
But by the hand in quiet lives

Too little do I appreciate
The sacrifice
Of those people in my common life

Give me iron
And I'll give you structures

Give me thunder
And I'll give you storms

Give me raindrops falling on an empty beach
And I'll give you a song like never before

Give me one
And I'll give you all

Give me time
And I'll give you naught

Give me the knowledge of what your human heart desires
And I'll give you my every waking thought

Human as this practice may be or not
It is give and take between be taught

Tell me softly not to breathe
And it will be so
Long before I could stop creating this
The world in which I would like to be seen

And if you tell me something similar to this
"Write something for me"
Then all inspiration from me will flow
Away and from my pen it will flee

My childhood
Born and died on a hook called quietness
In the stillness growing with contemplative reverence
Until meadow flowers and cattails calm
Burst forth with artistic being again
And now, having been adopted and reborn on the same mountain breeze
My perspective has changed me entirely
To adopt the sun as quite my own
And in moonlight see, to forgive the Father
For as dirt is dead and dies eternally
So the seed breaths quietly, living on in life and death
To reflect the stillwaters on the aspiring breeze
It ends as it began
Quietly

Crash
Like hopes
Midst falling waves
Encircling the outer banks

Built
Like timberus structures
Known only to man
Which pass

Fall
Like Autumn
On a chorus of empty ears
In distant monologues

Rise
Like metaphors
In a cautious Spring
Learning to last

This song
Your sound
Is like crickets or grasshoppers
Their unfathoming fate
Happily found
Although I can't decide which
Or where they would be

No matter how hard we fight...
Natures rain falls regardless...
Even if we hide.

Let it be known
That the sweetest nothing I ever tasted, was you

More light and charming than a sunset Summer
More distant and wonderus than a reflective star

You were first in mind
And last for me in many things

My distant, charming, everything
Girl

The deepest thing I ever experienced
...
Was a couch most comfortable
Found in a town which adopted me
Like a native sound
...
And most comfortable now, I be

I've seen the golden light of Summer
Fading into the September black

Born like dawn in the daunting Winter
Warmer than the Autumn solstice splinter

Caressing my cheek
Like a long lost lover

On such dusklight
I will never turn my back

I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold

How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know

I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been

With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything

Someday someone
In passing or in present
Will strike this stone with such a force
That the stream beneath will be revealed

And finally flowing
Slowing in a southern fashion growing
My river will be born

But not anew

On quiet little corners turned
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed

There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be

Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me

WANT is such a fickle thing
Worth no more than prior words
Spent unwisely in the spinning of a slot machine

Cash out while you can?
Better instead, to not play with that which you do not believe

Better yet, indeed

You — And your quiet glow — Make me feel like a serene ripple. Like a blessed wish on a prior day.

You — And all that every human eye has seen — Scatter rippling white lights, all across this distant horizon of me.

May the shadow of the this glorious moon fall gently on a world of peace.

Rarely do I understand
The beginning as it begins

Rarely do I comprehend and recognize
The middle of any consequence
As it leads to its inevitable, relatable, end

Rarely is how I would say
And without breadth
Is how all great adventures begin

Everyone believes in something

That they are the one
That they are someone
That they are nobody

Everyone believes in something

I can see myself
Like a tree
Twisting and turning
Growing
Into an adult me

Rich and dark, like apple cider on an October street corner
I didn’t know you, dulcet and sweet
Until the full weight of your intoxicating world washed over me

You are the girl across the yester year
Like a memory bound town
Vague as watery days spent in summertime swimming pools

And now, we have the same ears for similar sounds

The same ears for similar sounds

There is a dark side
To the brightest coffee moon
In the cup before me now
Which stands alone

Sinking, smiling
Into a napkin brown as dust
Pale as where the snow begins

As Fitzwilliam was
And said
Now I've only to be ashamed of what my own have been