Monday, November 21, 2011

a smile in the sky


Ephemeral pheremones...

position entranced
burgeoning a mask of faith
a side step two sway
anger deals the cards
and the joker laughs

something full and white
negative grace
circle me and drown out the positrons
draw me into your black hole so I know of the depths

satisfied mind flushed with endorphins
sinking into the washing tub
steam and wringing towels around wet hair
pale toes, a delicate endeavor
to begin anew

grasping tight and giving up
the step forward delayed as you silence your desire
by mimicking the master plan
fulfilled and unanswerable
but always in the right
you guide me

beckoning night
show me mercy

Sunday, November 20, 2011

garnet



snow and black rock
showing sparseness and boldness in equal measure
how does the trumpeting blankness of color divide the territorial blackness of the soul?
fated breaths blow and scatter the ice crystal sands.
Even as they are soft weighted footprints,
they are no more welcoming to my hands with their impartial temperatures
than the haphazardly hewn and jutting blunders formed by hardships.
At times it is darkness that offers more transparency to my view.

Yet it is in the vacant lightness of air and water (even slowly as their elements are moving) that I find my malleability.
it is child's play to turn a white landscape holy.
borrowing wings and the ethereal glow needed to transcend this earth
snow and black rock exist neutral to my questioning
and if that is Zen Mind I Seek It.
polarized between the sinking depths of pure and frigid realizations
and the surface level of a rudimentary and sharply discovered ignorance

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

tsunami

My heart is poisoned with a drip line of
hate
this questionable string of truths
heavy as weighted sand bags on the
ankles of a swimmer in the deep ocean
careening with the tide
a bauble
at the mercy of the Sea God
proud and dangerous with his
trident- ready to strike at knee jerk reflex

the cyclone prepares its own
tsunami

rough throat of passion unspoken
my injured mind vibrates a disruptive symphony
deafening, weakening, stomach churning

Dare I take the reins again?
Barely keeping the stitches in my
heart from busting open
sleep in peaceful gardens is a distant hope,
rumbling across the ragged pavement of violent deconstruction