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When silence comes

The sun rises upon us all
but in reality
we drift towards the light
in anticipation
of the coming night

And so it began in that moment of birth
when darkness
thrust us into the light

We are creatures of curiosity
We want to know
to feel
to believe we are anything but this

Skin of time …

We drift towards the light
in hopeful remembrances
of the night

Our souls are carried by these bone rafts
kissing ripples
till the pond is shrouded
in the stillness
of early morning’s awakening

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When silence comes
and mists clear
Souls release
their body’s fear

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Freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in the something within us

I believe
we can be better than yesterday

I believe
pain comes when it is needed

I believe
in the realization of being

I believe
another word for peace is chaos

I believe
chaos is another word struggle

I believe
we have yet to find the four corners of our jigsaw

I believe
in love’s natural state of naked awareness

I believe
the skin of age is equal to the trickle of knowledge

I believe
in the scent of passion

I believe
that one day, we shall accept our failings

I believe
freedom comes from loving what is

I believe
in you

Unspoken

The ballet of death
as much as
the ballet of life
is sewn and performed together
for one without the other
is nothing but a memory
of that unspoken thing

and all together
we move through the rain
where bows and roses bloom
knowing that come too soon
is that, unspoken thing

we shelter our souls
from the rains of humanity’s
tears
hoping there comes a time
when she gives her sign
of that unspoken thing

our feeling hearts
our tremulous blood
our awakening eye

thine distant shore
comes to the fore
as we dare to speak

that unspoken thing

for love is nothing
but a coming together
of life and death

for without which
we cannot finish the poem

Nascent

To become
the light within

solitude
this seed grows

to become
the flower of this soul’s

silent
collapse of death

to become
the beginnings of raindrops

aware
of their flight, singing

to become
kisses of existence

unsated
with the orgasm of life’s humid mulch

to become
ancient, inherent, solitary

free
from the awakening of this heart’s tearful beat

Clouds without rain

Clouds without rain
evaporate
into ghosts

Memories
eroded and forgotten
barren souls of bleached bone

The immortality of time
carries with it
life

That, moment
when rain explodes
with pungent echoes of its death

That, fleeting moment
when
you remember your own

ghosts

Overwhelm of desire

We look upon such things
the way a candle looks upon the shadow

Wanting to illuminate it?
to take away the fear of it?
to become it?
to suppress it?

We look upon such things
with a desire, to overwhelm it
with ourselves

I have tree sap in my veins

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I have tree sap in my veins
Rainwater in my tears
My spirit plays with thunderous joy
as the sunshine in my soul
bleeds

and as petals of love
open and sway
a fragrant caress
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Lightning in my heart
My bones ache for the grind to ease
as the vision in my sight
fades

and as the night
makes way for day
a haunting feeling
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Birdsong in my brain
My skin teeters on the edge of time
as the moonlight in my shadow
shines

and as sleepy waves
roll over my clay
I close my eyes
to dream of the day

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