The sun round about
Turn.

Night teases with other
Days in other places.

The sun under alien skies,
Night carrying distant days.

Wading,
A miracle in the water

There in the distance
A star sinks elongated

One life,
Sailing seven days

Seven seas blue
From a sky too far to sail

Dark waters
Under enveloped storms

Why sink
When floating in the air,

Just below
Above the sky of the sea?

Seven seas
I will never drink....

Life waters.

I'm up with the down,
Friction of the chi,

    Balance in the chaos,

Spoken like

WORD

     Prism  owl
Moon shape
Blood shot
And words just speak,

Spoken

Like the wings of a flutter fly,
Clip the wings,
          Utter die,
******* I
     Am feeling
Like a mad Lora Lee,
    Inspired cordially,
Notoriously Ded and risen,
Hate it love it,
    Specters of the prison

Self .......help

And I'm feeling me,
On my feet
Life not kneeling me,
Onion layers,

Words

Peeling me,
Dealing me out
Because I'm poetrys *****,
Yea I said it,
You read it,
Never regret it,
Fetish for word.....spoken,

Feel me.

(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time

Like Crystal prizms
Under the dying light,
Saying goodbyes
To the one I love.

Like a whirlpool
Of boulders spiraling
On to my heart,
The weight of your
Presences.

Like fountains
Nesting in the sand,
Your kiss
Just too far away.

I'm caught in
Your metaphoric
Fallen star,
Like a shadow
Existing because of light,
I'm not hurting
Baby,
The pain is how know
It is real!

Despite the lack of
Mention
Nothing was lost,

A lifetime of eternals
Endurance,

(Only The Word can save
Your memory)

A Son builds
Holy wars,
Carpenter's slplintered
Edistence,

(Only the Word remembers
You, carpenter unspoken)

If you can remember
What your name was,
The doves will fly,

I would think a father
In the flesh,
Of the Father in the flesh.

If you weren't
A miracle,
What a great man you were!

(Joseph, The Word is spoken,
Mentioned you too)

And if one day I spoke
Of my father,
I'd say he was a carpenter,
Just a few words,

More than what I say,

( The Word and the words,
An afterthought built!)