Thin line of blood trickling down a skinned-knee
divining flood; brittle the crown begins thee.
Once one wonders when they then thunder three
like leavened heavenless breaths friends asunder flee.
Bitterest brine tickling throneless Guaranís
far before unforrested fetters finally fluttering free.
Marking as unremarkable as the fable once decreed:
Begone! Began her long-lost last soliloquy…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Perhaps I’m not as far away as they say
maybe there’s no “there” there, after all.
Something outside hides the way,
prevents me from hearing the call…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Hope is a baby crying for candy
while suckling on mother’s breast –
nothing more.
Fear and love war in my soul,
there is no victor,
but the battle takes a dreadful toll…
I look toward the wondrous night sky
and imagine what lies beyond.
Like an ant in a skyscraper’s basement
my perception is dim,
nothing more than a whim.
Faces pass in the crowd,
I smile, move on.
Onward, never resting, till journey’s end;
and friendless on that last day,
I die alone…
He lives.
Across the endless expanse of the cosmos,
beyond the boundaries of time and space.
Past the furthest star in the heavens,
within the smile of every child’s face.
He lives.
Before the first molecule was ever formed;
and rising in triumph on the Third Day.
Giving hope and love and life itself;
yet not one atom exists without His say.
He lives.
To glorify our loving Father
through everything we say and do.
And comfort rests in each man’s breast
knowing His sustaining word is just and fair and true.
He lives!
In thunder and in flood
you wonder, where’s the blood?
Then comes a flicker in the blackness
and you’re embittered by the madness
striking streaky strokes so squalid
solid sneaky slopes sans-knowledge.
Why? Is an unanswerable query
you echo in the darkness of eerie
fright despite contrite delight
of gleeful ghosts and glimmering hopes
untended
and
untenable.
Yes, the Venerable One
has finally come…
Sky falls from darkest moonglow
through the bottomless depths
of breathless regrets
a limitless plateau
like strawberry rosettes
and stale pirouettes
or nothingness, though
threaded through pairless sets
‘neath Orion’s octets
not a solo so low
beyond pity or threats
I’ll forget long ago
and scarcely outgrow
the final vignette
which must end in woe…
A ferris wheel ride to share,
whispered secrets no one would dare
speak out loud for fear of the crowd
down below looking up;
don’t let go, buttercup.
Lighthearted head in the clouds
loudly clamoring calliope melodies
stammering synchronicities
enlightened eccentricities.
Let it all fall together
like the wind in the heather
no prayers allowed
and please, death be not proud…
I search the night sky
while silent screams beckon me;
the sophistry strangles my thoughts
and like a wisp of smoke
rising into nothingness,
so disappears my hope.
This is aloneness.
a little bit of everything else 