Posted in 2018

You were built from the Stones🥀 RIP

You were built from the stones

No proof needed, open ended

But before you go off aimlessly

Wandering through the forests

Of sandalwood, and high places

I will take off my glasses

Watchful as a big cat

For the sound of footprints

Lest on too close sight, I miss this

Darling illusion, which struck fear and terror into me.

The art of losing is not too hard to master

I desired my dust to eventually mingle with yours

Anticipating the splash,

The forsaken cry ,  a rock skipped on water

Rippling, then smoothing the Holy surfaces

Knowing that I have left mine too late

Misjudged your frailties

What draws friends together

To never be alone forever.

Posted in 2018

It was suicide. Farewell my dear child vcl2018

I want to scream, and scream . And scream some more.

I want to grab those flowers, rip them petal by petal

crush them under my heel

order them to leave and never return

But I cannot. I dare not.

For all my crushing and ripping

has released the sticky-sweet aroma that death brings

the memory of wizened old aunts and grandparents

linger in the ancient air…..exposed in all its fragility.

Woe, o Woe,  how can it be so young to choose

eternity.

 

 

 

 

Posted in 2018

Stuck in Concrete Walls vcl©

I am stuck in concrete walls/  nothing natural / I press the remote button / nature sounds emanate / from the lonely TV / stretched out on the wall.

Crickets, bird songs, cicadas trill / basking in the warm summer sun /not real / but the memories of real / somehow soothe my soul.

The sonorous splash of waves / that beat upon the shore / the screech of hungry gulls / intersperse the musical crescendos / seed heads of wind tossed crabgrass jiggle / the surfer intently gliding /all crashing down /to silence.

My heart aches / for the generations to come / who will have no real memory / and are forever stuck /beating against concrete walls.