I once knew this ole rag doll

one night standing in a river of truth
she said
“you know”.... “they make us hollow”

broken held in hands
her edges
sharp to an exactness
so as to not allow her
a belief in I

so stumbling I staggered
through myself
drunk on disdain and passion
til weary
sufficient be the god
love the pain
as you love the beauty

If I lay you to the carnage
And you weep the tears of redemption
Would we stand together
Hands entwined
Bowed to the constructs of belief
Begging for the life we do not breath
And if I pulled all the gold from my heart
And laid it before all existence
Would they sell us back all those pieces
We have left behind….

It is a big swell tonight
She is dancing with the edges
Reckless and abandoned

The thunder answers her liquid voice
The night is alive
With their conversation

And I love being this small
They don’t need me….

Would a touch
Release
The heart to roam with the soul
Would a touch, a word, a tasted tear
Release
The heart to roam with another
Heart

What was wrong
I for dreaming
Then believing
or
Is it love that is wrong
What failed what….

The nights darker and colder
The shadows of my world
Closing away the light
Pitiful creatures we become
Not loved

I don’t crawl back to that night anymore
That night under that grand old tree
When the stars reached down with their smiles
And loved us
And the breezes sang the most beautiful song
For us
When my soul reached into hers
And I felt her embrace
As a truth
That justified all my desires to love
I tasted her tears
To let her know
That every fiber…
was there with her

Could the interval between heartbeats
Encompass the summation
Of all you have been
And all that you will ever be

Sometimes
At night
When I am alone
I laugh at the concept of time....

fragments of letters
written in the clutch
of being being stranded
between the human
and love

she called him darling

what is laid to rest
with each fiction
for we preface our heart
with every fiction

she called him darling

lines on a page, lines on a face
time turns relentless
and singular of purpose
to push us back behind us

she called him darling

what is acquiesced in the clutch
being born a mere portion
an unbelief in the entirety of self
Completion... the requisite function of another
So, the discarded beauty of aloneness

she called him darling

Stating the day
A broken once starved
Soul
Walking now
The joy from the sun and earth
the strength
Wisdom walking now
To cast off the imperfections
That human
****** upon you.....