Find solace anywhere you can
we are like thatched roofs in the wind
shelter, desperate to be pinned
but permanence was not the plan
when it was that our life began
years dilute, our futures are thinned
expressed as a threat to rescind
our talents, health and life span.
So nail those stray threads down
with whatever you find
because the storm is here
and an unstable crown
often topples the mind
when great turmoil appears.
The voracious void just kept coming
form folding over the rotting room
swallowing swollen husks of failing furniture
until undulations of wood and plaster play
like lively school kids riled rabid
and all I could do was watch
spell bound
such a fluid motion
progressing without sound
with intent and notion
consuming all it found.
Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony
Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.
Separately fabric is beautiful potential
A needle and thread
Piercing and binding
Through breaking the skin
Becoming stronger
Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.
Find the fire within the clouds
roiling like old wars
burning with desperation
standing on the wharf
headlong in their path
dragging darkness behind them;
the end coming fast.
What years have passed between us
breathing like whales
we dive deep to live our lives
rise up for air seldomly
We dive deep to live our lives
That air gives rise to song
energy to move
to feed
and we rise up for air seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
lives fueled from the air above
the resources below
and the depths to comfort(swallow) them.
We rise up for air
and together we are there
seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
ponder the moments until air is needed again.
Take absence at an angle.
never mingle sound with sense,
hence your harvest be mangled.
Tangle turse words with expense.
Find fish faster when they drown.
Don’t dive down in disasters,
the masters love cowered clowns.
Town pastors are on the take.
He moves in circles.
There is color all around
vibrant expositions of the world’s intentions
made like a house of mirrors where all paths are equally masked,
So he moves in circles.
How else would you expect
to find form within function
color within reason
those things don’t move like you or I do
they hide in numbers and abstractions
baked in π to elude the errant eye.
So he moves in circles
And he sees it this way
because this is the way it is
interlocking circles engaged with one another
complimenting each other
as we should be with our friends, sisters, and brothers.
So he moves in circles and the world moves with him,
just as he moves with the world.
I’ll not sing this song again,
I only remember it lazily,
Something that both has and has not been
Floating further away, listlessly.
There was tension between us,
Hidden hearts in shadows reaching.
Though we were outwardly callous,
Some things go on without speaking;
Until at last they don’t.
Of course the song still exists,
If asked to sing it, I won’t,
Because despite all this, the feelings persist.
Love may atrophy at cruelty’s whim,
But it lasts forever, this phantom limb.
Indecisive flowers
Trees raging against the sky.
The earth is fruitful.
Grow Gray With Me 