No one is to blame
No one is blameless
The truth is a place
That meets in-between
finally Mercury job truth place no one
If I were a stone I would not believe
that the medow looks after the rose
To be harded is to be made muted
any stone that blackens will not shine
In my heart of hearts I know this truth
that freedom is made from aching hearts
who sigh beneath the fullest moons
If sweetness is a weakness then think of me
as the lonely rose hidden by the tall grasses
I have thrived where others would not survive.
You always bring up that time I broke the pint glass and cut my finger.
It leaks out onto the floor and becomes a habit.
Nobody salts the wound more than me.
pony boy salts wound
Providence the dreadful mystery;
The impeccable dignities and places
Sweep in spirals, from the sand;
that blowed And licked at your feet
The world Conceived before those hills
Foot-fast; Look, where He strove to get at.
The gardener from thee-
a meager seed and humble need
a leaf within his reach
The spell enclosed,
apricot and peach.
Pineapple in bloom
Symbols of all interposed
With a flower so sweet,
like a blue eye
the gardener sighs.
"this Plant, is not mine."
Today, I am awake
Reminding myself how to be gentle
It’s a process, it takes time
Remembering how to co-create
Yesterday, I did not stir
I could barely even function
Perturbed, or disturbed it seemed
I never thought I would begin
In those days, all was still
Even the ghosts dare not speak
But even still, my house was warm
Every book held its own space
Back then, the thunder shook
And cracks became unglued
But slowly, a light poured in
Giving hope for what should have been
Now, the words come slowly
However they do not hesitate
To fill my aching heart with wonder
Heavily, a stone set into place
Today, I am noticing
Familiars that have always been
So much older than any tome
Faith works miracles out of sight
Within the stomach of the world
The country stretches its branches, uncurled
Who is the horror of Napoleon Bonaparte?
Who darkens and fools the heart?
Often when man is shaken to the core
Other worlds sneak peeks in his door
And even in the junction of cattle
Metaphysical and mystical truths dazzle
Touched by the sea, a vision came
The pearls of the earth in flames
A jackdaw perches itself on pistons
Radiating heat from all of its mission
His mystic sense stayed tight beneath eyelids
Yet lit the flame in all said and undid
Like a voice in the wilderness
Or even a prophet of old, who might deliver us.