The penultimate is

Despair

The ultimate we don’t know

For we’re not there

Forbidden to go East.
But I have gone.

Forbidden to go on the Great river.
But I am there.

Open your hearts you spirits to my song.
As I go to the place of the gods.

I have painted my body for death. And my heart is big as I go to the place of the gods.

He lived below this white cliff
In a cave by the ocean’s shore
To no particular society
He recited
Long ago poets of old
Such as Blake, Tennyson, and Poe
But the grey ocean’s natural roar
Like tomorrows and ages before
Rolled over his words
And left him, my ancestor, submerged.

The curtains open
The curtains close
Upon an empty coliseum

There’s a lonely raven
Adorn in black-satin
Who quoth: “Where’s Poe?”

Squishy shoes sighs
Wonders how his owner
Is getting by?

Dry?
No, poor fella
Forgot his umbrella

Wind and curtain
For all time
Wind and curtain
Ancient bell chimes

Wind and curtain
Life seemed certain
Wind and curtain
Until slipped in - slippery serpent

Wind and curtain
A different clock
Wind and curtain
Death like - never knocks

Old man Lux Brumalis -
“Light of winter”
With long shadow branches
On cold blank white patches

Old man Lux Brumalis -
Has put a blanket over Harvest
As he intermingles and rests
Through the springtime apricus

The sun, snow, and rain
Will not remain
On your grave

Through the seasons
We’ll conquer demons
Together I trust -

With our strong dust

I walked
Footsteps in the snow
Until the spring did show

Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps

I walked
Footsteps in the sand
Until the sea took over

Footsteps, footsteps, footsteps

A man went crazy
Trying to rhyme
His poetry
To laps of the sea

The storm

When born

Does not know he’s a storm

For there is no definition formed

The storm
Without boundary’s frame
Does not know its name

Nature has no shame

The tree
Stretching arms with leaves
Like hands dipped in the breeze

Nature has no shame

Like life - ocean and rain
Cannot be contained
Hear His never ending refrain

Love has no shame

There was a wham
Who bolt a dam
With a ram

He rode a scorse
Of course
All cowhams do

The sky was ranger blu
So tru
Witty bits of wind

You understand me
As I change the spelling
So why write right?

A man in a tombstone
On a phone

Waiting passed the dial tone

Icicle
A cycle
From drops to solid to drops

Life sometimes I do not
Like your diabolical
Nature

But I'll ease into a chair
To study this classical
Life - Icicle

Leaf and mist
Like life
Pressed
Between book pages

Like a candle lit
And human wit
Both move and sit
Like leaf and mist

Here I sit

Alone

One waitress

Crying to a Queen song

She serves me coffee

I drink then leave

And on my napkin a coffee stain

What is me?

Young eyes do not see
Walls
They create and pave
Hallways

Young eyes do not
Know
Instead new intuition
Grows

Young eyes do not
Criticize
They see opening
Skies

Young eyes do not
Mistrust
They are full of
Wanderlust

But Young eyes grow old
With aged stories told

Tired they fold and open
Ascend then descend

On earth again
With new Young eyes

Don’t become a tree
Knot

But rather be a cosmo-
Naut

As we met for dinner
Our fallacy at the center
Was the undistributed Middle

Early October
Won't remember
Your interment

Above your grave
I say
Hello

To you
Lou
I love you

I tried
To say Goodbye
But there's tears in my eyes

The wind in the forest
Like an artist
Plucks a leaf from a tree
Like a classical guitarist

will we stay fossils in our
graves
or continue as Apostles in the Acts to be saved?

the first faith is the
clearest
sometimes we see better afar than nearest

The autumnal equinox
Clock
Plays a slower music box

The browns, reds, golds
Bends, crumbles and folds
On nature's debris road

While a frosty moon
Fills up a child's room
Like a huge balloon

After we rose from the hearses

We rode white horses

And wrote forgiving verses

There you are a dove
Risen to heavens eternal
Stardom of Love

A father with the Father
Eternal, complete
Walking with new feet

Your worst day made
Perfect
In heaven's eternal convent

The mist
Presses
On my chest
Like omnipotence
While I'm a blank thesis
With a flimsy existence

The day

An idyllic grey
Seeped like waves into my cave
While I fought
For life
Between sunshine and shade

How am I to live
To find God?
On this half-finished

Bridge with fog
And my mind falling
Like a state of a dog

So much life in
Flowers and trees
So much life in
You and me

We were at rest
I and the poetess

Under a tree
Called "Poetry"

Spiraling branches upwards
Evolving with new words

as to a man
i have not his hand size

as to a girl
i have no curly curls

as to tough toys
i enjoy

for i am a _ _ _

It is my belief
We are like a leaf
Floating up on the air
Settling down anywhere
Crumbling then disappear

Her eyelashes
Slightly splashes
The water fresh

Her eyebrows
Sinks below
The water fresh

Her **** flesh
Dives into
The water fresh

Words
Like birds
Flitting from tree to
Tree
Creating their own
Poetry

Upon

A green leaf

Rainwater

Beside a woman's hand

A line is fine
For it keeps order
I changed my mind
When it created borders

What a shame
Pope Damasus
Didn't ask us

Prayers for our masses
To change how we speak
To Latin from our Greek

Hi, haiku how are
You? How do you survive on
Just five, seven, five?

To the rain

Washing away

Pain

Listen

To the rain

Magically

Gradually

A slow tempo tune

Listen

The drops

Could fill spoons

For a near

New

Year

One wave
From many
Curls like a snail
Like a memory

last summer
rain bowed
slumber rainbow

You see

Writing poetry

Is

My

World-processor

A leaf with lines
Like lettuce
Like rivulets
Like a staff of music
Like tracks of a train
Like joining stars under the rain
Like science or literature
Like the human lineage

Lines for order
The beginning was water

On

A leaf with lines

The seasons crumbled leaf
And faded sun glow
Fold into a tarnished yellow
The nested bird sings
His woven chest born song
But not for long
As the darkening sky subsides
Along with leaf and sun
The paling yellow grief

The leaves will never know
Me
As I blow in the wind
With them and
The cold coffin snow

The leaves will never know
Our sorrow
Not yesterday or
Tomorrow's
We cast our lives in
Deserted deserts

Finality
Is a reality
Will there be you and me
With our personalities?

Finality
A wall we cannot see
Some hold the rosary
Others crawl in disbelief

Silence
Move the moon
Awake the sunlight
From the slithering night

Speak!
Silence
Speak!

From the distant deep
Forests
From the unheard mountain
Streams

From the lonely
Tombstones
From the receding midnight
Streets

Speak!
Silence
Speak!

All he had
At the old-fashioned rehab
Was a T-shirt and three
CD's

Along with me

My invisible lady
Called suffering
Comes to me in the mist

Dressed in bright
White
She blinds dark night

She holds a cold rose
Called loneliness
Resting above is snow