how hopeless
this grave
we've dug
how reckless
this craving
we've hugged
it's hopeless
this rage
we have
somehow become
maybe time
will reject
this raving
crazy life
we have
condescendingly intoned
what if
God moaned
cried out
in our
nightmare dreams
what if
we atoned
would God
be real
or something
completely else
other than
what religion
wants us
to believe
maybe time
will condone
all our
spiritual fears
maybe time
will appeal
all those
decrepit cries
what we
actually feel 
life comes
over time
life goes
like some
intrepid rhyme
or maybe
some deceptive
brutal crime
turning back
seeking light
that elective
recounting time
might respectfully
creating hope
embrace sublime
in our
utter graceless
hopeless commisery
time will
show us
certain hell
in our
bitter graceless
hopeless misery
time will
shake us
to our
hapless core
if God
finds us
in time
perhaps then
we'll discover
something more

        * * *

 

some times
with moon
tides turn
when storms
abide yearning
with wind 
blowing us
some desperation
stormy learning
come inspiration
knowing space
dying love
bereaves us
bad trembling
leaves us
utter sadness
assembling storms
no treasure
lasts forever
always love 
won't always
forever disappear
so never
clever all
in all
we are
human ocean
yet we
truly human
this desperate
carnal space
tracing ocean
bearing vast
racing motion
truly human
some times
tidal brace
correct me
if we
don't suddenly
abruptly drown
those waves
corrupt ocean
those deep
personal dives
searching shallow
moral reef
selfish pearls
but oysters
those shellfish
often hidden
down deep
clamped shut
coral prize
cutting life
oral disguise
tidal storms
open love
uttering strife
your sometimes
windblown stage
tidal life
seeking pearls
unsheathed craze
bleak life
nothing simple
you are
razor knife

      * * *

 

when I come back 
from being dead
then once again
I'll lay myself down
upon another funeral pyre
then I'll light myself
once again on fire
forsaking bitter dreams
I once unforgivably dreamt
then another bold revelation
taking hold of me
sometime after revelated death
making me finally see
what must be true
that light I see
what must be real
those things I know
that must be me
maybe time will tell
what must truly be
prophetic dreams I've dreamt
where I'm finally free
that ascetic mortal place
I've somehow morally found
where it's forgivably me
space so utterly profound
that I finally see
where forgiveness truly lives
what life actually gives
what true light contrives
what death truly is
where enlightenment convincingly thrives
that place where love
no doubt decidedly arrives
if only we could
find love like that
while we are here
being truly human still
we should be loving
as we are here
and still alive

           * * * 

 

when I
open this
my big
salacious mouth
I am
spiritually afraid
some terrible
demon words
will appear
desperately out 
of nowhere
rival curses
like venom
archival poison
from within
my viper's
secret lair
cursed execution
so I
tell myself
my insistent
big mouth
torrid elocution
no restitution
this one
as sordid
never rules
every other
so keep
my fool
invasive mouth
sewn shut
I find 
I can't
help me
help repel
always self
maliciously slithering
some demon
escaping deliciously
between my
two lips
obscenely shouting
right out
of my
unholy mouth
some truth
should always
forever speak
blessed things
love should
somehow always
be that
relative something
reflectively perfect
what we
truly seek
beyond virtual
perfect mystique
what we
truly speak
reaching ritual
spiritual something
we should
actually always
exactly preach

        * * * 

 

my hot head
full of smoke
much other blur
something crazy rings
between two ears
such amazing scenes
eras of years
rime built up
piled up snow
beyond shattered ice
frozen over centuries
melted in seconds
by erupting flames
ejected from open
demented horrid vents
red hot lava
my molten memories
so long forgotten
but newly found
so much poison
this earthly excrement
before never came
life is renewed
rimmed with clever
inflective black holes
reject grim politics
that similar nature
simmering fiery goals
reflecting dim conflicts
my hot head 
contesting token roles
my hot head
ingesting broken soul

            * * * 

 

how often
this inner
creative vision
insists dreams
rebuild conviction
connectivity cementing
broken shards
shattered glass
reflection commenting
ceramic words
human mosaics
flint limbs
quartz eyes
refined copper
into molten
defining words
directing lava
into vast
deep crevasses
a forceful
lasting age
everyone tinted
corroded green
resentment pages
explosive mouths
every one
imploding north
exploding south
recourse dreams
those temptations
minted original
co-existent love
out pouring
resistant co-dependence
realistic turnabout
augmenting archaic
molten steel
magic occurring
profound zeal
every compromise
coping inspiration
scoping both
true south
unruly north
speaking sage
fueling means
refusing hate
tempered resistance
resisting fate
what good
is love
when rage
consumes us
what good
is love
when storms
surround us
when assumption
confounds us
how often
could vision
restore sight
how often
can love
repair things
what was
always wrong
can love
create things
make them
instrumentally strong
smelting love
that inner
inventive vision
pressing love
into heartfelt
soulful intrusion
convincing love
infusing dreams
both me
as well
as you
confessing guilt
what we
truly felt
what we
exactly knew
can come
divinely true

      * * * 

 

I try
not too
easily hate
difficult goodbyes
my mother
says that
I say
that too
no matter 
how hard
we try
it seems
difficult goodbyes
leaving everything
things unsaid
nothing simple
those things
difficult words
we dread
my tongue
dried meat
my mouth
parched desert
my mind
jumbled emotion
my eyes
running tears
my heart
bleeding dear
my ears
hearing words
I hate
to hear
goodbye son
more tears
goodbye mum
words hurt
goodbye love
touching fear
all those
hidden tigers
tearing us
to pieces
all those
sharpened swords
carving us
to bits
if only
we didn't
have to
ever say
those goodbyes
wouldn't it
always be
a perfect
joyous day
blue sky
that wouldn't
could not 
never ever
sadly die
making us
fall down
my love
to cry
and cry

   * * *