in seven
billion years
when our sun
goes nova
maybe then
we'll understand
that suns too
do buckle under
to big business
cosmic big-ness
every trickle
tickled by God
that unknown
time creator
is it
just lust
or is it
pure love
all this 
creative
as to
destruction
so 
in seven 
billion years
when 
our glorious sun
when glory
goes nova
will it be a push
and a shove
or will
it be
some final
instruction
what if
going nova
go doing
is nothing
but chaos
what if 
that nova
celestial effect
changes everything
both heartbreaks
and freedom
believing something
beyond faith
realizing mistakes
releasing energy
through time
out into space
so go nova
that sacred 
time and place
life going nova
endow creation
embrace God
transform
within creation
that cosmic face
reformation
as is
always with
is this
astral case

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I've got poetry
wanting to rush
out of me
onto some
ageless page
no matter
lines or spaces
just a place
for my rave and rage
I've got poetry
I need
to flush out of me
spew across some page
write words
paint pictures
carve images
into and out of
providential stone
build buildings
simply cement
worldly implements
I'm at that stage
I've got poetry
I need
to push out of me
like van gogh
slice off an ear
shake and bake
my tainted feelings
let faith and love
rearrange me
incinerate my fear
I've got poetry
that is
crushing me
pushing me
up against a wall
words that tell a story
about how high I fly
and how I fall
I've got poetry
that is eating me
chewing me
down to skin and bone
words that keep
reminding me
that I must atone
I've got poetry
trying to wash over me
words and thoughts
wanting to gush
out of me
there is ice and slush
at times molten lava
erupting out of me
when I fall 
into some cold sea
I feel I'm drowning
crowned by words
and tons of lines
that pull me up
that push me down
all that poetry
deep inside of me
needs a ready page
where all that errant poetry
can release me
from my feral cage
in that fragile moment
I know that I must die
even though that terrifies me
even though I might cry and cry
all that eruptive poetry
all that poetic gravity
simply has me
write more poems
while I dream
and wonder why

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last summer's fire
has burned us
to our very core
we are
this world
even earth
and more
so much is gone
renounced in flames
now ash and soot
so little life
yet unannounced
still remains
it's not just
deer and elk
it's not just
bear and cougar
it's colonies
of ants
all those small
reclusive creatures
small birds and voles
this is circumstance
what should we eat
what could creatures
find as food and meat
we're out of sync
nature out of balance
fire has taken everything
it's not tragic fairy tale
or bleeding romance
luna weeps for us
knowing real death
this unwieldy destruction
has finally come
there is no instruction
in this critical
mess and muss
so now this forest is done
what time can recover
spirit lost to none
this current
climate nature
is our current
climate stature
since fire
has truly won

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come back to me
in my dream okay
I want to see
your long black
flowing hair
I need to see
your shining eyes
I need to once again
share your compassionate aire
I long to commit
my two lips
connect with your passionate kiss
cement our love
we somehow didn't get
along that gravelly
country road
that dark still night
where we first
dreamily met
I felt my being flutter
midst that story book twitter
it seemed time
almost stopped
somehow when our eyes
like twilight
suddenly set
as passion 
instantly uttered
unspoken words
I looked for you
that dark night
while a bunch of us
danced wildly
across a crazy
city street
once again
I hoped
as a group of us
dazed hipsters
hopped and bopped
twist and shout
through a steady stream
of downtown traffic
me hoping
you and I
would somehow meet
another dream
another storied place
as a myriad of stranger's faces
passed beneath my flying feet
still somehow
in that mystic dark
I rode a turbaned cricket
down urban hobbit's 
mythic hole
I thought
if I could find you
we'd kiss
a thousand kisses
then twirling
in that crowning swirl
we'd kiss
ten thousand more
I wasn't sure
I would get here
crawling into dancing
across a checkered floor
dream another dream
passing through a sticky door
searching for your painted lips
my memory
of your swaying hips
urging me
to seek you even more
mixed with those genie genetics
it was smoke and mirrors
as my dreams
turned more frenetic
I just wanted
to get back home
hoping and wishing
I'd find you there
a jack of spades
turned another page
while a queen of hearts
simply turned her back
as that red card
never truly cared
finally I woke
lying naked
in death's cemetery
that's where
jinn and I spoke
we watched you
clambering
onto all fours
out of some ancient
cursed well
you chewed off my bloody lips
you devoured my maimed soul
it seemed cruel death
was truly necessary
while demon jinn
carved ill fated names
onto razed and wicked stones
passionate love
displayed as defamed tombstones
compassion
was forbidden
what was left
in after life
erected right
at those unchained gates
of wicked hell
all I wished
was that you might
half fill my cup
one quarter water
just enough
one quarter wine
to quench love's thirst
fill another cup
half with wine
for this lost love
half with blood
to feed my soul
just enough
to heal this
wounded heart of mine

 

here is your crown
to plant upon your head
here is your cross
that will bear all your sin
since your life
is up and down
faith will lift you
from your grave
that perfect dead
when your eyes
are open
you'll see
that God is right
when your soul
is coping
you'll know
that God is might
when your heart
is longing
for something 
that is light
you'll find
that God's will
is dawning
to gift you
blessed sight
when you think
you are done
can't find things
you can afford
know that God
is true wisdom
know that true wisdom
is blessed lord

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