Existential Blues
Maybe I am,
Maybe I am not
Existing only perhaps
In the vacuum of love
Showing posts with label Blooms Amid The Debris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blooms Amid The Debris. Show all posts
Monday, June 27, 2011
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Behind Blue Stars
Sail away with me the harvest light fading over the water
To begin a day half way around the world where our dreams
Hold no truth, no secrets in the eyes of those about to awake
But wait patiently for us to find sleeping behind blue stars
Sail away with me the harvest light fading over the water
To begin a day half way around the world where our dreams
Hold no truth, no secrets in the eyes of those about to awake
But wait patiently for us to find sleeping behind blue stars
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
To Wait The Wind
You turned a corner,
left me behind
as the fog rolled in from the Pacific
into Topanga, flooding a canyon,
clouding my mind,
leaving me to wait the wind,
for a Santa Ana to clear a path,
to go on without you.
You turned a corner,
left me behind
as the fog rolled in from the Pacific
into Topanga, flooding a canyon,
clouding my mind,
leaving me to wait the wind,
for a Santa Ana to clear a path,
to go on without you.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Where You Ran
In a grey room,
A bluestone fireplace
Cold compared to outside's summer sun,
Where you ran, a little girl in tomboy clothes,
Away from your mother, a wife well on her way to becoming a widow,
Out to edge of Lake Ontario whose white noise waves' wash
Drowned out the sound of your young father dying inside
Lying prone upon a black embroidered couch
In a grey room,
A bluestone fireplace
Cold compared to outside's summer sun,
Where you ran, a little girl in tomboy clothes,
Away from your mother, a wife well on her way to becoming a widow,
Out to edge of Lake Ontario whose white noise waves' wash
Drowned out the sound of your young father dying inside
Lying prone upon a black embroidered couch
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Already Gone
Already gone
Though memories linger
Of a life of anticipation I left
For one where I contemplate my thoughts
Beyond the limitations of what will come
That can't be seen and only believed
Once it disappears to be replaced
By pointless reverie of what was
While today walks on
With or without
Our consent
Already gone
Though memories linger
Of a life of anticipation I left
For one where I contemplate my thoughts
Beyond the limitations of what will come
That can't be seen and only believed
Once it disappears to be replaced
By pointless reverie of what was
While today walks on
With or without
Our consent
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Walks On
She walks on with me these intuitions
that have hovered above intellect,
beholden only to gut feelings
raw whimsy, naked emotion
and not to the gravity
that holds others
firmly bound to
circumstance.
She walks on with me these intuitions
that have hovered above intellect,
beholden only to gut feelings
raw whimsy, naked emotion
and not to the gravity
that holds others
firmly bound to
circumstance.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Where Love Can Never Live Without Your Touch
Hold my heart
When its beat grows faint
From the fatigue of gestures
Toward those I have no intention
To really ever know beyond
A glance, a glare, a given moment
Where love can never live
Without your touch
Hold my heart
When its beat grows faint
From the fatigue of gestures
Toward those I have no intention
To really ever know beyond
A glance, a glare, a given moment
Where love can never live
Without your touch
Friday, June 24, 2011
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Last Blues
Relationships slowly broken apart across a crawl of decades
into a scatter of pieces - a brother here, a sister there -
distant and indistinct shards that cut, gouged, slashed
a sensitive soul quietly making his own distinct mark
with an unquiet mind amid the cries of last blues.
Relationships slowly broken apart across a crawl of decades
into a scatter of pieces - a brother here, a sister there -
distant and indistinct shards that cut, gouged, slashed
a sensitive soul quietly making his own distinct mark
with an unquiet mind amid the cries of last blues.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
In The Wake Of
Tequila on our tongues, drunk with laughter,
our fumbling flesh finds its sleep at last
in the wake of salt-kissed lips parting,
leaving passion passed out between us.
Tequila on our tongues, drunk with laughter,
our fumbling flesh finds its sleep at last
in the wake of salt-kissed lips parting,
leaving passion passed out between us.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
A Life Without Sun
Look no further, love smiles in the face of being found
though it was never lost, only looking as well for a knowing grin
to let its guard down, allowing it at last to come out from the shadows
a life without sun somehow still casts upon a lonely heart.
Look no further, love smiles in the face of being found
though it was never lost, only looking as well for a knowing grin
to let its guard down, allowing it at last to come out from the shadows
a life without sun somehow still casts upon a lonely heart.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
100 Years From Now (Long Dead And Gone)
Somewhere,
100 years from now,
my son, an old man,
sitting on a porch,
face turned toward
a setting sun
thinking of
his father,
long dead
and gone.
Somewhere,
100 years from now,
my son, an old man,
sitting on a porch,
face turned toward
a setting sun
thinking of
his father,
long dead
and gone.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Atlantis
Dance me across this water
no longer rising, not yet receding,
with the rhythm of the waves own
rise, crest, and break until we breach
the sands that lie in wait for us
on the other side of a sea
that holds the ruins
of our lives without love.
Dance me across this water
no longer rising, not yet receding,
with the rhythm of the waves own
rise, crest, and break until we breach
the sands that lie in wait for us
on the other side of a sea
that holds the ruins
of our lives without love.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Flowers Between The Fallout
Walking the debris field
in the aftermath of
everything,
eyes combing the chaos
of purposeful destruction
for sense among the senseless,
a reason in the absence of rhyme,
flowers between the fallout.
Walking the debris field
in the aftermath of
everything,
eyes combing the chaos
of purposeful destruction
for sense among the senseless,
a reason in the absence of rhyme,
flowers between the fallout.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Perfume
The perfume of you
still lingers on air
you parted when you left.
The perfect of you
still haunts the room
you left a week now gone.
The presence of you
still spirits the lost soul
you lifted but then left behind.
The perfume of you
still lingers on air
you parted when you left.
The perfect of you
still haunts the room
you left a week now gone.
The presence of you
still spirits the lost soul
you lifted but then left behind.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Orleans
The sway of you, in arms moving like the breeze
on this street, pulled close from either side
by the ancient art of its own architecture,
resolved to its history, to the open air,
where we breathe her gilded night,
where we dance with old Orleans.
The sway of you, in arms moving like the breeze
on this street, pulled close from either side
by the ancient art of its own architecture,
resolved to its history, to the open air,
where we breathe her gilded night,
where we dance with old Orleans.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
The Ways Of Love
the ways of love breaking wide open/
the pomegranate hitting the ground
the cinnamon on your tongue tingling
the bouquet caught upon the wind
/the time before time began/
the dance between touch and touched
the light kissing summer's shoulders
the rhythm of the days making music
/the time after time again/
the ways of love breaking wide open
the ways of love breaking wide open/
the pomegranate hitting the ground
the cinnamon on your tongue tingling
the bouquet caught upon the wind
/the time before time began/
the dance between touch and touched
the light kissing summer's shoulders
the rhythm of the days making music
/the time after time again/
the ways of love breaking wide open
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Lines 1-24
Make a church
of the woods
Make rivers
into sacraments
Make a catechism
from humility
* * *
Offer confession
to the wind
Pray to
the sky
Kneel before
the ocean
* * *
Believe
in now
Believe
in instinct
Believe in
love
* * *
Coincidence
is for the pagan
Convenience
is for the infidel
Contrition
is for the martyr
Make a church
of the woods
Make rivers
into sacraments
Make a catechism
from humility
* * *
Offer confession
to the wind
Pray to
the sky
Kneel before
the ocean
* * *
Believe
in now
Believe
in instinct
Believe in
love
* * *
Coincidence
is for the pagan
Convenience
is for the infidel
Contrition
is for the martyr
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Too Far Gone
Too far gone from where I don't know now
but then again upon reflection it seems
to me I was not there for very long
before I left and found I was
further away from
wherever it was
you were not.
Too far gone from where I don't know now
but then again upon reflection it seems
to me I was not there for very long
before I left and found I was
further away from
wherever it was
you were not.
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Laughing (The Music Of It All)
laughing
at myself,
with myself,
in spite of myself
the music of it all,
pure ozone after the rain,
informing the air
with its not so silent
smile
laughing
at myself,
with myself,
in spite of myself
the music of it all,
pure ozone after the rain,
informing the air
with its not so silent
smile
Blooms Amid The Debris / new poems 2011
Before The Ocean Forgets Your Name
Raise a hand above the waterline
beyond broken love, no love,
and so love goes
though she still sings
from the rocks her siren songs -
Tearing at sails, breaking masts
Tearing at souls, breaking hearts
A captain can't always go down
with the ship,
so swim or die trying,
but raise a hand,
and make like hell for shore -
Kissing salt of water, embracing the tide
Kissing panic on the lips, embracing fear
Reach beyond yourself to reach the one
who'll save you,
drag you from the waves,
lay you upon the sand,
before the ocean forgets your name -
Raise a hand above the waterline
beyond broken love, no love,
and so love goes
though she still sings
from the rocks her siren songs -
Tearing at sails, breaking masts
Tearing at souls, breaking hearts
A captain can't always go down
with the ship,
so swim or die trying,
but raise a hand,
and make like hell for shore -
Kissing salt of water, embracing the tide
Kissing panic on the lips, embracing fear
Reach beyond yourself to reach the one
who'll save you,
drag you from the waves,
lay you upon the sand,
before the ocean forgets your name -
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