that old tree, cut and fallen,
the sound of wings long absent.
the web is empty,
and even the wind doesnt reply.
the garden mourns its time of passing,
and the plow is left alone.
sometimes we wake up homeless,
hungry without needing to eat.
to find that we are orphaned,
by the very heart that bears our name!
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somewhere, i dont know,
in some sidewalk cafe…fresh, crisp salads,and black coffeewith a shot of brandy…and somewhere, i dont know,they’re playing musicon an outdoor stage…we’re sitting side by side,with no need to be anywhere.somewhere, i dont know,we’re walking hand in handthru the evening streets,just listening to the sounds…somewhere, i dont know,in a rented room down by the tracks,you come…
you are…
spilling from the mouth.the lips of hunger,swallowing the sword.the rose petal fallen,shaking the ground like thunder.the beating sound of wings,shaking the skies.you are…the block wall laid,with skill and precision.the smell of turnips,boiling on the stove.the cupboard door open,a full bag of sugar.clothes worn to revival,drenched with redemption.you are…the bridge between, I and thou…
the vase fell to the floor,
the broom in the corner wept.the box in the closet drew breath sharply,the book on the shelf turned away.the bulb in the lamp burned out.the spider packed up its web and left.the empty nest fell from the tree.rainwater gushed from the gutters.the young boy locked in his roomcrawled out the window.the neighbor’s dog barked…god gathered…
lovers share the same breath,
while poets of the revolution,linger by fires long dead.the human heart changes,slowly, with agonizing feet.the hint of truth merely,the perfume of fallen trees.no I and you, only the bridge,that comes from and leads tothe unmapped flame!the soul has hands,well skilled and driven by need…when the only need is we,the only name unspoken!
three people died today…
now the only name i go by…is you!
the only idols
out of our fears andinsecurities…God has many faces,many voices, many forms.the only limits we impose.holiness is diversity,human beings clutch at shadows.light becomes lighteven on the darkest night.and the darkness itselfholds secrets.lay down your bodies,and walk with the wind.every moment a death,and a beginning.out of formlessthe form becomes.each wave is different,all a part of the sea!