Much greater it is
to live and love as I do
than to have my whole life dictated
by an unknown creator
who already plans my fate
and leaves me no choice
to seek it for myself.



If this God is omniscient and benevolent,
why did he leave us live in painful ignorance for so long?
I guess I'm having troubles with my tethered Gods,
the one that lingers just far from view
that see's not fit to glance upon my face
or even breathe upon my mirrored soul
forgive me Father
for I know not what I do to hurt you
when you still have yet to reach out the hand
to feed my withered soul
a hand which I have yet to bite
to taste the suckled-fruit
of our heavenly father.

Closeness of wind
and loss of breath
freedom of mountain-top
lurching under liberated soles
the span of sky
lingering around;
one soul alone
set free
let go
prison left
and trap escaped.
Kiss of breeze
and earth
and wind
and life
and all that is held good
all that was has now broken
from enforced captivity,
lies here,
alone,
at the feet
of a want-less wanderer
lies here in the eyes
of a fear-less traveler.

Not lost for long
a calmer beat
cannot stop the thrum
of unending humanity
of immortal prosperity
yet still,
I gulp the alpine air,
and long for whats to come.

world arches back
relaxes into new found worth
a painted dust
falling from hard-baked earth

specks of life
lie scattered round
like soft shells on the sand

waves lap at shore
to taste its past
and swallow hidden ecstasy

the beach lies rough
a dusky place
a heaven for the beaten
but lingering on
like sailors songs
are thoughts
of sweet deliriums.

Cut-shallow once
twice
pressing blade into taught flesh.
third
another,
gentle kisses from a blunted knife
barely etched into young skin;
undulating ridges of a bruised mind
left like the footprints of a lonely traveler.
soft compulsions
to bring blade to body
lead to eyelash scratches
scattered on palest wrist.
The innocent embrace of a weapon
on a jaded soul.

words splash
from open lips
filling dry mouths
with moist whisperings
of fluid dragged down gullet
gurgling into empty stomach

full with language
like a plugged bath
I gargle your poetry
let it slip into my bloodstream
lessening the unquenchable thirst.