Meet the Man Out Beyond the Tree Line


We are war with the past forgotten; war for concrete edges.
We cannot feel or fail the forest, though destined to battle there.

White and grit like bone
Lost and found like home
Product of the unproductive
Won't be led but shown

We are peace no comfort lasting, peace in simple soulless shells.
We’ll secure a sainted sentry, to survey on our sleeping will.

Grey washed filter screens
Centered in the in-between
Cityscaping soil scraping
Man in making broke machines

We are at the dawn and waking; dawning over tree line breaks.
We have rustled steel and wire, to sow fleshly frames in fertile days.

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I am less and sentimental
Beginning strong and thinly gentle
I’ve kissed your scars, your knees, your dimples
You fed me full; a fine utensil

I’m nothing more than interested
We’ve danced and fallen fully crested
Raised the babies wrenched and reckless
Fought to failure better bested

I am older, slower, pacing
For you all catching’s in the chasing
So run and slip and end embracing
We love in pen with no erasing

I am carefree castle building
Laid the floors and traced the ceilings
Kingdom come, thy done be willing
Our little deaths brought many healing

I am fixed in longing after
Found all my calling gazing at her
Dreamed of onyx, pearl and jasper
All pale in lives so set in laughter

I am, with you, all conceited
Our hearts entangled undefeated
Whispered, screamed, washed, repeated
We made all of love, and all was needed

Called Otherland
From old green hills
Pray kept or creeping
Or keeping still
Oh so the worry
More so the ought
Tender and hurried
Also the knot
Away on skyline
Up close unwaiving
Flounced in the grey
Fraught from saying
Better to die me
Bitter the notion
Across Otherland
To answer oceans

I make heart songs;
kinda right/ maybe wrongs;
sudden dreams to sleep upon

I make colors speak,
sorta blue/ sorta greens;
canvas you can picture me

I make living books,
little sturdy/wordy shook;
a universe that won’t but should

I make deeper dive,
overhanded/about knee-high;
wading in I wonder why

I make no more,
something close/other or;
venture near to see what for

I make here now,
gentle whisper/wishing how;
Sown in secret hand to plow

I make volition work,
veiled intention/inches spurred; hidden for the listener

I make simple scary, unassuming/heavy air;
worry never soothed the wary

I make making do,
make on me/making you;
make until the makings through