darkness spewing at the door
as if a mother with her babe has a chance
against the fierce wrath welded in a war machine
who can last when a brother dies in the chains of hate
or families are driven from homes and no longer safe.
I cry with tears of red rain
hammered into the brain by fighting refrains
as if tombs of history can ever be left alone
ashes to ashes dust to dust
there is no clay strong enough
nor sword sharp enough
to wipe away pearls dripping from the eyes of love
to turn the cheek resting in bosoms of forgiveness
for we'll write a melody across skies of hope
weaving freedom with the light of personal choice
unified in a singular voice,
peace paves the brighter day
peace blossoms forth as clearer colors are made
joining neighbors into one landscape
as countries indivisible unite in a plan.
I can hear the heartbeats combine
“with peace we can stand together forever.”
[A Stand was developed into a song, composed by Charles Kalman (Munich). It was sung by my X wife Beatrice ]
Pure
undefiled
prisms of beauty
shine from your eyes
as I stare
surprised by naked diamonds
pendants from a heart
to soothe pendulums of loneliness
to crack frowns of discouragement
to breathe again
to shave spears in moments of happiness
to see a kindred spirit
lost in the rough edges of time
smoothed by your smile,
thank you for noticing a friend.
I am the meek
they keep my cloths
my robes fit for a prince
so I learn
what my brother
existing on the street
reaps
Trash piles
behind the store front
offering morsels of meat
Pigeons communicate with me
we recognize the price of bread
so I feed them
so I stroke the alley cat
afraid of me
yet still willing to purr
so I befriend the orphans
who grow harder and harder
inch by inch
yet there's still softness inside of me
dusk reminds the heart
of how much I cared for a young lady
sang about romance aside the fountain
gave love in each droplet of water
now I pass my canteen
to neighbors on the beat
worry not
we are meek
not here to steal
nor sweat greed
here
have a seat next to me
I'm learning about meekness.
Wade atop the world
in an ocean of clouds
where every fertile fantasy gets air,
the woes, wants, wills, weep in an electrical storm
that must thunder and shake each bone
of those too complacent, safe and warm on earth
for up here natures collide
shoot needles for a high,
sewn fixations processed below
for each accepting personal responsibility
for the freedoms of human beings.
Hang Christ on a cross,
despise the wise and poison Socrates,
finish the final hopes in the strokes of Van Gough,
divvy yourself out to each
who agrees to carry a bit more of the burden
which might surface only in your nightmares
yet continually get shoved out to sea
for those willing to ride a dangerous tide
row boats beyond sticky mire
to unfurl flagship sails
embroidered with slogans
“strive to do your best
and when storms collect just look up to the sky
then allow the lightning inside.”
lingers with me
as the fragrance
spreads red carpets of candied hearts
With every tender step
we dance in the lilies of love
cooled by liquefied crimson passion
bathed in the heat of good deeds
a sweaty palm to share
a smile to wear
a kiss for the thought
I miss you
laced in silk legacies
of stored fermentation
We incubate
our souls to innocently partake
in kaleidoscopes or rainbows
of how we grow
wearing white satin gowns of sensitivity
under waxing full moons
or
running to
circulating fertilities at noon
We awake
we recognize
blossoms
pedals hidden under the sheets
or the daily storage of sap leaves
encircling us in an orbital ring
seasons to give birds fresh mating calls
to sing and bring melodies
This is our song
played on the radio just for us
You send these messages
I'm strolling along the beach
rearranging a wide world of sand
for love is a shore
with bottles
unrolling our true wish
We are found together
arm in arm
lip to lip
heartbeat to repeat
a saint seeding these thoughts
to give life
dear life
to lonesome voyagers
on sharp rocky roads
where ships sail
lifting nets full of fish
for the feast
toga tablecloths for our romantic evening
as we stare through blindfolds
to share love
with strangers
enemies
and especially those rich hearts
giving untold wealth,
creases filled with perpetual valentines
cherishing each way
couples meet on this special day.
Bring the glue of love
then rip each rock from its bezel
burn the heart
move on to the next spark.
does disaster last in the memory
perpetuated
deflated
tossed
until a gully of tears
sinks peaks of aspiration
into shady hopes
with black blame
saying just leave me
weep in a corner
bare the beating
like an abused child growing old
for sticky and cold, pale emotions.
sound familiar.
past rocks are difficult to sculpt.
stick
Sticks and stories
“sticks and stones
won't break my bones”
words always hurt me
News
night
with no more Nightingales,
with pales of tears
breaks
hate
in the middle of our rooms
sharp claws
breathing fire
lurking
sweeping so many under its feet
imprisonment
jealousy
greed
sadness
sad with no escape
from what we're being told.
a part dies
tear the pages
send lullabies
into a stormy sky.
wipe the eyes.
Bridge.
like a casket
flipside
opened for a boat.
blanket of veils
sail;
tender memory
hold my hand
walk with me in our field
our harvest
as my cozy voice
carries
to the other side.
fits into brains
impressed with every reaction
to flex a muscle
grab a cell of understanding
stretch and spread a leg between
neurons in a scene
as suddenly the imagination awakes
partakes in a live reality
for you can now sit
in solid armchairs of the mind
because everyone unanimously agrees
we carve nickel and dime rings of time
splice planks from trees and knees
for furniture, shingles and windows
a welcome mat for remolded houses
doors where you turn a knob
fill day to day pages
with lines from puberty, scribbles
and palmistry crumpling our hopes again
after paper cuts and mulched emotion
for you can read this
separated from your tree bark
only to agree
our fruits leak upon shared streets
always exchanging that green material.