Kids : These Days…

November 3, 2017

Winter is here

And they’re growing short, grey…

Remembering summer

And that restless, stretched way

They first started growing up-

Ignoring

Their bedtimes.

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A Symphony in Mind…

September 11, 2017

I knew not the wind

Held such a sweet friend

In the sap-anchored, colonies of leaves

Until silence herself danced amidst the sounds

Of the late

Summer’s

Wood wiling

Breeze.

There is a linguistics lecture lingering
At the back of my mind
Loitering with the immigrant outside the seven eleven
Where I used to live…

Screaming lyrics at my heart in the dark
To give
Life…
cuz every moment on the lips of the Divine
Is a gift… not only given but given to be given
Again

Sow…
What
Is the question we all need to be asking
Why
Are we here to ask what's
In the first place
Who
Put us where we are
Wondering why
what is even a thing

in this world
Where We
Are the How
Of love.

And that equivocal immigrant placed his last money order and threw out a cigarette too short to bring him any more comfort

Right next to where I lived!

I don't live there anymore…
But if I did-
Oh, if I did…

Anyway,

I live here
Now
I live here:

776 West Santa Fe Place,
Nowville
In
the great state of Grace!

And that curious chorus is still singing a seven billion part harmony
Over me and my regret…

But let me tell you
Regret is not a place.
It has no address.
Still,
We find ways to live in it…
But we don't find ourselves there.

Now though…
Now IS a place,
in the jurisdiction of
The Governor of Grace
and whether we are going
To like it or not
We're living
here!
Sow…
Let's give love back
It's language
And
Let's make it a good one… eh?

Listen!
God's pronouncing…

Today's
Love…
Today.

Held Content…

July 25, 2017

Sunset like a sigh

After

Laughter

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I see meaning everywhere

-And wonder…

Is it mine?

 

I ask

My self

Is it mine?

 

Moonmet…

May 28, 2017

Lonely moon
Embracing sky
Just a sliver
Slipping by

Tonight

She does not hear

Fare well…

Praying…

Rain

Like ink stains

The dark horizons

Hope moves past

Promising

There’s more

Life

Must be

Saying

Certain moments just won’t last

Without some risk,

And this-

This is what I’m weighing…

Fist

Open

Fist

Open

Fist…