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Excerpts from, Words Which Stay
THOSE EYES, THAT HEART
I looked to those eyes for single love. And, up to that heart to rearrange.
Those eyes, that heart, have disappeared. No one shares my lonely change.
My heart is carved so bitter sweet. The mind, it is so wasted.
Message in a floating bottle, by the ocean slowly traipsed.
Forever in my wasted mind, the mind forgotten, the mind that cries.
Those eyes are mine, that heart is too. I’ll have them lonely when I die.
01.13.1984 04.08 AM
TWO BIRDS BOUND
Love was there for what I was, Not for what I was to be. Now the love shall waste away, Expectations return in time we shall see.
I have to give myself a chance, A chance to grow inside. Upon he takes my either hand, Or heart to lead aside.
Altogether, soon to be, Conquest a duel upon yourself. A trace is lost from society, Dammit, state your mental health.
So what that frayed edge of the rug, It’s learned time that’s waved goodbye. For if two birds are ever bound, They shall fall from the sky.
1985
RAIN DOGS
When does a dog decide to come in from the rain?
Is it when the rain starts, or when the dog gets soaked and cold and needs protection?
03.14.1985 05:39 PM
THE GROWING SEASON
Let me trespass not upon, a tender, growing, giving yard. Where lilies bloom in summertime, and bleeding hearts are now off guard.
There is not a weed between, a heavenly blade of grass. Taste the scents upon the wind, of honeysuckle pressed in glass.
Tender dew runs the leaves, sunshine rules the sky. Eyes of morning glory open wide, as apple blossoms fly.
A nest with tiny several eggs, the poppies open and you sneeze. Flying lessons come with time, on airstrip branches of the trees.
Soon, it’s time to look away, from this growth that time bestows. Calmly stolen by surprise, stolen by winter’s crystal snows.
04.16.1985
DUST
Here I am with a restless heart and a settling cup of tea. My eyes burn. Burn from trying to see the way. My darn body aches from traveling such a long road. Funny how time slowly slips through your fingers and traipses the floor for a while. Eventually, you will grab down and pull yourself up and continue this journey. I am and always will be. There are some people who don’t dust furniture, aren’t there?
04.24.1985
PB & J AT 10:36
Open jar, grab the drawer, arm yourself a knife and spread.
Times of these come from you lying in your sectioned bed.
Stirring hands, wandering eyes slowly try to murder sheep.
Countlessly trying to roll and put yourself away to sleep.
I see a farm, please take me there, where countless sheep may roam.
While on the other side of me lies a person in his home.
Here I am three rooms away, growing process inside my head.
It will be nice when all of me, and all of him shall rest upon this bed.
05.09.1985 10:36 PM
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TRAVELED SOUNDS OF LIGHT
Upon the light Of traveled sound, Comes the color Blue.
Along the edge Of wary cliffs, Comes the color Red.
Sharing secrets Of the sticks, Comes these certain Hues.
But all the color In the world Only enters, Never stays, Up there in Our tiny Heads.
05.15.1985
WHERE DO SPARROWS GO TO DIE?
Tell me sparrow, Upon this break, Who shall crash, crashing through the make.
I can’t hear you, Someone shatter it, All the glass, Instructions to a solving kit.
Sparrow why? With empty eyes, Staring so down, Lonely ground of empty sighs.
So sparrow face, So what they say. I hold you close, Fingerprints red remind me.
While on the floor, Lies in sparrow tears, Children put in paper boxes, Then they quietly disappear.
Just tell me sparrow, Who will defend, This trembling heart, Upon this end?
05.16.1985
FALLEN BEASTS SHALL NOT ROAM
The rock shall fall, Shedding blood upon The dragon’s forelives Until it can stand No longer upon It’s own two feet.
And its tail will slump Into the salt of The ocean of time, As the fangs pierce The tragic sand.
The scales will fall, Green skin will rot, And the king shall Renounce his sword Upon the end of time.
And the heart of the beast Shall die on the rocks As the birds feast, And the sword shall rest Upon this very spot.
07.1985
KITE STRING
Have you ever my friend, Ever walked Through an empty, deserted park, Only on The sunny days?
If you notice, There is a kite Swaying From the breeze,
With a string that Has broken Away, And that string is frayed, Swaying.
08.22.1985
HAND BOUND
As I pull, my hand From my engulfed, mouth. My friend tells me, to throw it In a direction, called South.
What will I do, without it? I’ll never count, to ten. Now we’ve made, things difficult. With a sunset, fingers blend.
So trek with me, downward, Opposite of North, to land, To help a simple, person, Bound to find, his hand.
I’ve found, my hand, Down in the, South. Now help me place, it in, My engulfed, mouth.
09.09.1988 10:55 AM
BECOME
I shall tread lightly upon your soul, Desire not, to affright my foal. Through my fingers, castled sand, Fired hot, reflected grand. Your gaze to mine, float up high, On skies we shine, spark eye to eye. Limbs wrapped tight, so neatly tied, We’ve tapped light, wings sweep wide. Sweetly housed, fold the air, Vulnerability holds us there. For let us be, eternally, Floating free, quite aerially. Never to look up, nor down, Toward universe, and never town. Duality into singular, love, One now rises, rises above.
01.17.2010 12:20 AM
SHADOWS
Use your sight, To see the light, It travels very fast.
Reach your hand, Pull inward, But still you cannot grasp.
Look too hard, Stare to last, Your eyes oh there they go.
Just pull the string, The light is out, And over is the show.
1985
DON’T THROW PEOPLE
God how strange to peel a heart, carefully from a concrete wall.
For when you threw it, oh so hard, you had no simple care at all.
03.12.1985
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