A Most Unnerving Love

Without heat
Or coals of passion
As a feather
Sailing a tendril breeze

No demands
Or pressing
Past all the senses
Unseen, unnerving

Somehow so close
A wafting memory
Familiar from…
Before the dawn of birth

Ephemeral, formless
A fuzzy peach
On the hackles,
A mystic dew

No handles
No levers
Unhurried and free
No price, no condition

Piercing softly
Deep profound
The fabric through
And, without curtains

Unnerving subtle
Yet Marianas strong
Pulls the hidden umbilical
A tug of war

The timorous heart
Knows, it knows
That certain mind
Runs for the hills

Raw fresh nectar
Startles
Longed for
Forbidden

No name
To call it
A Soular yearning
And an ache

The spirit
Leaves his raindrops
Perfect earth she catches
Open palmed

Most unnerving
This fragile love
Beyond the known
And now, home

He loved too much

There once was a man who loved too much
So much that it broke his heart
He saw it pulsing on the floor
A fish, a goldfish, sprung from the bowl
And so,…. so very, out of water.

So that fish cried and cried and cried 
Such that it could live
And in the wetness of its tears
It breathed again
Sanguine and bloody, at the sorrows of the world

As each blood drop fell into the ditch of human will

He dreamed the seed of becoming
As vital sap oozed on land
To fertilize earth and mind
He bled tears of deepest red

And this fish was suffocated by pillow mind

Pressed against to stifle and subdue
Feeling the feathers harsh against THE word
Lest comfort might condition the fabric of life
Numb, numb and numb as a cocaine filled nose.

And in his padded cell

He wonders at the prurient wisdom of all
Lock him away
Silence him
And then, we can all get on with our lives.

Then we will be happy

Then no more challenge
Then peace and satisfaction
Then, not a lot
Then justification and mind

Then no heart

Then only regret and sorrow

Then….


And as the Gaoler came to lock him away they all sighed with relief.

Then…


And what NOW????

The Saddest Taboo

Love and hate are not so very far apart…

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Not now, not ever

Nor through gritted teeth

Clenched harder than titanium nails

 

I won’t grimace it out

Not even were he

The very last man on earth

 

He won’t get the satisfaction

Nor merest glimmer

Of the damn I do not give

 

I’ll batten down the hatches

Deaden that swelling ache

And suffocate any rebellious word

 

He will not see a trace of me

Behind the lace curtain

No spoor, nothing, nada

 

This secret and I shall die

Together, silent, unspoken

I’ll stich my lips so tight, binding

 

Not now, not ever…

Woven

Every word they said

Each thing done

Have been the engineers

The architects

 

The geysers of emotion

Washed my skin

Sometimes in acid anger

And betrayal

 

Soft balms of love

And support

Rare at this stake

No blues here!

 

For every trace

On the trellis of life

Has me woven

Into tapestry

 

Each eggshell shard

Of knowledge stored

With the winter squirrels

Under the oak

 

At the point before mind

The nascent world

Is yet to become

And so still, it’s here

 

Each soft caress of fate

Has sculpted my clay

And fired me

In the ovens

 

Eyes without glaze

Look cosmos past

The aching mundane

To Sirius and beyond

 

And were it not

For each hand

Each finger

I would not be where

 

At this place

In this time

Now the eternal

The fleeting second of forever

Soft Trickles of Melancholy {boys don’t cry}

on the desert dusty parchment

soft trickles of melancholy

write their rivulets

 

falling onto the desk

to break the hymen of silence,

so that the world, can hear

 

the sanguine wine

leaks from out the eyes

and bloodies the bitten lips

 

and that melancholy ache

can never be quenched

under a searing, fiery sun

 

the scorpion of fate

curls back through time

to sting and sting again

 

the scorching wadis

of just, righteous mind

tell us always, it is so

 

the heart entombed

in the dungeon of mind

as yet, still stirs

 

it beats its timpani

off the score

to no preordained libretto

 

one day that concrete damn

will start to leak

and at that very first fissure

 

on the desert dusty parchment

soft trickles of melancholy

will start their rivulets, anew

 

the tear of dew

will rip out an oasis

a font, a spring

 

and desert lore will say

as the aeons pass,

“That is where love was born!”

Fangs away / Boundless ocean of compassion…

As long as diseases afflict living beings

May I be the doctor, the medicine

And also the nurse

Who restores them to health

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all I ever wanted to do, was love

is that such a bad thing?

please, stop snarling at me…

 

until you step

into the ocean

you will never know

the Pacific, of a setting sun

 

your lives will be

bereft of the magnificence

manifest of the warmth

and as pink, as can be

 

behold resplendent

the wish fulfilling jewel

Lotus born

and radiant

 

boundless ocean of compassion

wherein I might swim

as naked as Adam

and just as free…

 

free your minds,

find that fifty foot wave

it comes

but once a century

 

boundless ocean of compassion

make point break for me

a real barrel

for me to finger touch

 

may the spray

slick back my hair

as the Bodhi takes me

ever, into eternity…

The Twilight Echo

That subtle imprint,

The etch

The sketch of him

 

Never saw the germ

Sneak under my skin

That gentle djinn

 

No showers or spas

Might lather away

Those twilight echoes

 

Nor would I want

 

His eyes tattooed me

His soul embraced

And it soothed

 

To be understood

And held so,

Caressed in tears

 

That profound

The meaning

A sublime

 

And none but I

Can tell