when I reach
the end
of the world
after walking
a long unfamiliar road
I wonder
if I'll find you there
standing at the edge
of timeless time
where everything
reminds us
of what we passed
all along
that lonely
unkept way
both of us
wond'ring
if our old friend
Alice
still lives
somewhere
back there
standing still
perhaps
at the entrance
of that famous
rabbit hole
when we get
to the end
of that
life long road
maybe we'll find out
if we were
infamous liars
or did reveling
in that
telling existence
always revealing
spell out
some gospel truth
or was it
some other glory
a godspell story
something
inside of me
wants
to rebel
and even emit
sacrosanct screams
while waking up
with a full wolf moon
but my
anchored tongue
is tied
in frank knots
and I'm blocked
by all the dust
and choking grit
I've forcefully consumed
perhaps
those last
brave living
beyond sacred
graves and tombs
divine birds will
finally tell us
some important
extinctive truth
about how
we distinctly lived
and how
we'll instantly die
maybe
an exploding sun
will be
remotely kind
incinerate
my burning soul
maybe self
immolation
some venerable thing
will
sacredly tell me
if I've been
right or wrong
whether
I've been
rakishly lost
all this time
and never
truly found
inside that
ethereal place
where brilliance
blessed colour
confessedly writes
all those impressive poems
as talented stars
sing all
those gallant songs
maybe
then I'll find
I still
love you
wish we
had lived
together
making
passionate love
and artistic babies
maybe
then the noble world
would have
unfurled and felt
like a welcoming
blessed place
where caressing dreams
always
came true
and misery's tears
never
ever
streamed
so freely
down
my tear streaked face
maybe
when we get
to the end
of that
long hard road
maybe
we'll see
salvation
that all
our stallion dreams
were something
unguardedly special
but one thing
timeless time
wouldn't
allow us
to see
things clear
maybe
we'll see
that all those valiant birds
that flew by
as we lived
our lives
along that long
and winding road
wanted
to tell us
about complaisant truth
and obliging honesty
but we
were always
closing
our noncommittal eyes
and turning
our evasive heads
because
living was
often aggressively hard
and there were
violent things
that scared us
out of our harried wits
and there were
so many
revolutionary things
that reminded us
of all life's
evolutionary fears

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such vast ocean
we're navigating
maybe one day
we'll discover
some new land
perhaps we'll drown
which might be
most profound
suddenly stars
kiss a wanting sun
mysterious earth
becomes oddly even
more saintly and strange
if we don't know
how to truly feel
when a faintly jaded moon
bears a necklace of pearls
light wearing an earthly eclipse
a girth of splendid rings
around a radioactive sun
sacredness must be at play
what goodness could be real
what might we newly feel
if we are truly meant
to prosper and grow
bent on performing
trying to be perfect
while we respectfully invent
sentient manifestation
maybe veritable God
invariably can't let us be
what if thou and thee
we're absolutely free
meritoriously choose
sort mortal seeds
always resorting
to cultivating and sowing
something more thrilling
still free to love
you and me
just to be free
free to feel love
music and harmony
altruistically finding us
why entertain hatred
cavort with greed
just want to be
free to live
we could
freely choose
compassion and joy
free to be
choose girl or boy
still some sacred tree
naturally adoring
freedom and blessed life
reflect on shimmering leaves
trim sheaves of glimmering light
vanquish callous frowns
suddenly always flowers
glorious gardens appear
forever remembering
remolding ancient Eden
revering a sentient moon
mystics bearing herbs and blooms
wearing one of heaven's
trusted glory crowns
I must somehow yield
shield my trusting eyes
my feeling soul
don't get burned
won't God make us
swallow more bitter pills
no matter if we fallow
how we orbit
who or what
sometimes life
revolves as scattered
still we must follow
if we can be truly full
never ruled by shattered
admitting too
what truly matters
surely mysterious and cold
brother moon
isn't tainted or hollow
perhaps saintly universe
will help us see
freely understand
we can live
truly experience
endless joy
receive miraculous love
even if we
can't ever
seem to be free
if we're clever
in worldly endeavours
our final destination
whatever that measure
we might
eventually be
we need
to be clear
really open
disillusioned eyes
resolutely seek
sacred vision
bravely manifest
to freely be and truly see
for our soul's sake
sacred healing love
what we want
all that magnificent healing
we sincerely need
so much love
such heaven and glory
we can't fake
universal holy seed
sowing and cultivating
reject demon modification
while we're still breathing
existing while still alive
fulfilled by existence
persistently crawling on
perhaps divinely
woven straw and sharpened claws
have timelessly marked
this resistant planet
insistently sacred calls
this living place
where humans
propagate as being
we humans
opportunistically congregating
just to see
mystical stardust
marvel at twin tailed comets
applaud every total eclipse
wishing for more real magic
really though
sometimes tragically
even with a caring tongue
even with two ready lips
staring out with open eyes
nothing can be helped
life can be daunting
thoughts are even tragic
be joyful that
those things we long for
longing for exceptional
romantic love
sacred hope
if haunted hearts
aren't completely broken
if incomplete souls
can reach radiance
even more
shine on
reverence with respect
soul contracts
intact offerings
special factual tokens
perhaps some contractual impact
with tenderness being spoken
wondrous wishful thinking
will softly carry us over
this vast and costly ocean
but we're mostly adrift
on this drastically cold sea
where precious lives
always seem to be
swirling recklessly about
mocked by rips
blocked with violence and sudden roars
talk about shock  
with every changing tide
if only we could
be imaginatively certain
taking genuine stock
find some holy road
follow a gentle stream
we could walk on
discover ready wealth
gain steady insight
something easy to navigate
what if I could
just part the sea
lead goodness over
set one foot forward
on bountiful new land
manna bearing sacred dreams
dreams of countless wonders
reckon untainted ocean beaches
surely countless seas
articulate some kindly humming
boast crystals of shining gems
ringing sounds of hope
abounding on those
holy ocean reaches
reveal nature's magical bounds
commence with poems and psalms
real words that won't be foundless
chant calming sound
a perfect balmy place
purity where good water is a cure
surely introspective incantations
reflect perfect love
forever something
internal and magical
eternal and mystical
journey to that sacred land
where love speaks softly
cradled by intriguing mantra
seeking that holy place
where tantric happiness
remains wholly secure
where faith and courage
gains sweet life
healing milk and honey
something that is real
something that is sure
something we securely feel

                * * *

 

stick my fork
deep into ground
how many worms
will I ever find
how many broken promises
could I unearth
what lies will I have found
shove hours of stipulated work
deep in eroded tunnels and caves
what might corroded time rebirth
rakish works of rare fiction
slated prayers that seem profound
what dilated terms
will finally resurface
could inflated segments
those ill begotten remnants
ever be good or kind
reactivate my failing mind
regale and shower me
with cosmic affiliation
what if resilient Annelida
osmotically revealed
some universal station
perhaps creative worms I find
will reveal integral sound
portions of my segmented soul
lies and broken promises
tragically concealing
that disproportionate find
what if composted ground
buries all my latent fears
what if turgid tears washed deeper
recovering completely
scores of gripping love songs
recitations of fulfilling poems
bibles of rectified words
written beside creek beds and streams
bidden with dream filled tears
blow insipid life
into some other cryptic realm
would those worms I found
tunnel through time
retrieve my work and feeling fork
what about those steely prongs
what about resuming rhythm
joined by crooning rhyme
lies and broken promises
surely can't fix conflicting wrongs
I tried bending over backwards
I had unending awkward thoughts
plowing through amending storms
I've been free falling
residually moiling
beside every encrypted pledge
trying to recover foiled love
meanwhile my tuning fork
exposes attuning galaxies of sorry
what if nonfiction arrived
dredging up another faction of deceit
reciting contractions of insatiable fury
should factions of actual worms
rule our judgemental lives
or are instrumental dreams
simply guided by grounding time
caught up with broken promises
fraught with lies and disdainful furry
segmented worms and digging forks
simply interpolating mounds of grime

                      * * *

 

there are fires now
where there used to be
untiring admonishing crucifixion
sentences of expiration
venting political direction
high up on
gravestone Gethsemane
staring down enraged
engaged on that cruddy knob
ruddy visions of blood and pity
sand and limestone gravel
cemented into closed
tall stone walls
such an imposing city
surrounded by appalling
immense gall and loathsome
so much doom took place
leaving mere remnants
manna and what used to be
when ailing earth speaks
involving dissolution
atop divine peaks
cradling refined life
beneath deep sea
seeking resolution
availing absolution
journey into truth
revealing self and sin
what if humans weren't
proven two legged
mental upright freaks
some gentle servile
a judgemental dreaming thing
agile mental ability
making fragile life
infantile and uncertain
just one fatal act
leading to another
or so it often seems
raising a commanding curtain
demanding nature's other facts
exposure we had better see
even in Gethsemane's firelight
crucifying nature is spiritually wrong
divine nature cannot simply right
stature and planetary destruction
all our insanity
selfish human acts
only God and evolution
being swept up
conceptual things
with this current
almighty vision
always creating
some universal solution
those convoluted human things
come to blind us
remember those
spiritual things
love in our hearts
souls blessed
driven with spiritual insight
still there rises
regent Gethsemane
adorned with singular ideals
addressing golden Caesar
behold those old angular idols
toasting fiery remedies
something crucifixion
constitutional vengeance
reveals with its reviled desire
take depressing designation
turn depressed expression into love
rejoice fulfilled
embrace joyful inspiration
Gethsemane created surreal hordes
ethereal crowds of moaning ghosts
talk about spears and swords
honed words of absolution
digress with formal disgrace
stormy oppression as crucifixion
all that being almighty sees
repressed images revealed
Holy Ghost in sacred shrouds
hovering as mist and clouds
midst groves of singing sacred trees
somewhere between
unassuming heaven
and fiery Gethsemane

               * * *

 

deep diving
against ripping current
how deep can I go
pulling hard
such awesome
gripping flow
neutralize that
what do I trade
things I need
queen of spades
what is said and more  
another game to know
this is sleep depriving
probably a losing hand
where one
can or can't
possibly gain control
I'm like a misplaced mole
not that one tracking and tracing
racing to dig deep tunnels
burrowing through
soft organic ground
chewing through sediment
segments of worm to worm
but that other one
corrupting clear skin
like something
delivered by a jury sun
sure corruption
never really fun
blemishes pealing skin
this feeling hide
we're stuck in
muck and dig down
expose my reeling heart
suck up congealed matter
what if I can't breathe
deep diving
oxygen deprived
like some
screwed up
mad hatter
inhaling mythology
sniffing toxic glue
what about those things
riffs I thought
I believed
perhaps delegating faith
delicate has run out
a rebel lungful
short of relevant air
what if I suddenly realize
serialize for some rash reason
whether I sink or swim
episodes of I don't really care
maybe surfacing
out of necessity
reversing breast strokes
best spoken things
tokens of conversely
just some energetic
poetic verse and whim
realize vigour
can be reciprocity
exchanging words
bonding with other
strange molecules
triathlons in that hurried mix
fathoms of blurred necessity
compounded by entering
confounding heart ventricles
reliance on some gaseous fix
if I reach rock bottom
perhaps blue blood
mix faith with deep diving
resurface because of things
I've somehow forgotten
still I'm adrift
drifting on
some unfathomable sea
maybe I'll reach out
readily study
moon and stars
search for slip stream tides
ride with sacred things
I've rehearsed things
tossed them away
traversing things
I thought
sort of soft
rotten and misbegotten
maybe if I dive deep
sound deep enough
find lost treasure
just madly being
has freely begotten
sad and real love
in some true measure
try to keep
my eyes open
perhaps then
I will
get some sleep
dream about
being free
maybe then
forgiving God
will let me be

          * * *

 

why did you
ever come back
after being dead
just to haunt me
revise another dry chapter
where lonesome guy
walks his daily gauntlet
writes war poems
imagines trying
vying to recapture
just where I
lay my talking head
dream what wild roses
did to you
just come back
find your way back
through sharp thorns
mind those tangled brambles
call on crawling me
simply to grasp
take firm hold
my trembling hands
lift me up
because I have fallen
lead me gasping
escape to heaven
or do you want
to drive a cruel stake
pierce right through
my bleeding heart
watch me slowly dying
catch me starkly provisioned
at times I still wake up crying
I'm pleading with your sense
smelling your favourite incense
if only there could be
some prized revision
revise your ghostly sight
improvise and lead me
your mystic vision
journey through
death's cryptic night
deceptively unabashed
zipping off
tripping and uncaring
into ghastly hell
rap out
hard knocks
tapping on
mister devil's infernal door
masterfully claiming
lightning and cosmic glimmering
trim curtains lifting
I certainly see
dangling draperies
braided red rope
I'm trying to cope
seeing your apocalyptic
dress of satin
bleeding off of
shimmering you
stand bodily on
so boldly captivating
solidly hovering over
that demon underworld stage
can middle earth ever recover
I see you crying
I hear you moaning
we're still in rapture
yet I'm denying
all your manifest angst
sometimes I wish
this daunting dream
would be over
I'm haunted
I'm feeling
manically unraveled
groveling in muddy gravel
unraveled by your lasting hurt
still I can't help
dearly want to dispel
befuddled I'm sensing
your flaming soul and rage
what if love and reality
never ever ring true
would we still
remain imprisoned
shamed and shackled
just enduring life
within some juried compound
a heartbreaking cage
maybe recurring you
your shimmering spectre
does come back
needing to want me
knowing where we stood
that very same place
we could have been
breathing together
loving and living
rapt with joy and giving
now we're missing
love's passionate moods
all love's dizzying kissing
touch and love we enjoyed
but now it's ghastly
where love and compassion
failed and broke down
confessed rights and wrongs
left a restive reflection
perhaps an invitation
your hovering ghost
cleverly showing up
relentless but wistful
mystically staring out
remarkably a quivering being
ghostly quavering images
harkening to savoury
remarking on what is
that old haunted
silver backed mirror
I surely comprehend you
your cursory image
bent and moaning
you need to say
delay all hope
you want to stay
relay all fear
crazy tears for those
amazed by spectral sound
a crest of reverberation
consider golden buzzer singing
a racket banging tin
deep ringing within
unnerving human ears
who could ever bear
those ghostly sounds
serving clairvoyance
voiceless words
I'm physically hearing
psychically knowing
what special order
life could have been
if you would have
stayed beside me
lived inside me
continued breathing
loving romp and play
who knows
what we could
have been
if you would
have somehow lived
forever with me
instead tragedy
came to own me
oh so silently
desperately surrendering
instead of magically
living on defiantly
still so quiescently
begin with death
love's spirit abandoned us
quintessential pilgrimage
I'm not invincible
I'm simply bereft
left soulfully broken
sadly I'm done
you left me
with your ghostly image
phantom mist encountering
a crown of ball lightning
accountable under twinkling stars
some holy ghost miracle
eclipsed by that crazy mystic moon
repentance under a tantric sun
you and frantic life
could have been
perhaps your ghostliness still can
because you entrance me
but you seem closed
in death so far away
I wish I could
dance with you
hold you in my aching arms
suddenly speaking and music stopped
why wouldn't you want to stay
what about love and charms
your beautiful eyes
your perfect being
passing silently away
now you are witness
your ghost has come
to watch me
try to live
to watch me
try not to die
you still want me
watch me
while I try to play
you still need me
what you feel and think
you're ghost still asks me
to hear all you have to say

                * * *

 

I dreamed about love
love sleeping beside me
I wondered about love
what blissful dream
could love be having
what if love woke
deep inside me
what if love spoke
words that needed saying
I'm terrified about love
dreaming about love
abandoning me
thinking love can't
ever forgive me
maybe love was right
knowing we would
never get enough
maybe in love's brilliant sight
we'd wake up to find
that love dreams too
love with all its aches and pain
love with all its fears and dread
things about love we regret
forever haunting us
love speaks about our lives
love's relation is very full
even those bleak stories
sharing ghosts and morning glories
words all about  
those human things
wicked love has said
all those wicked things
love in its wicked way
always brings those things
that always stay
in our wicked hearts
and wicked heads

             * * *