Category Archives: Poetry
no rhyme or reason
the world we live in
is good
it can be
a place of wild
and mesmerizing
beauty
that enchants
the day dreamer
acts as muse
for the painter
or songstress
it can cause the heartbeats of children
to increase pace
at the first signs
of spring
golden yellow
dandelion florets
dance in the wind
and glisten
in the summer sun
the stars give light
by night
as the moon
plays with the ocean
causing its waves
to rise and fall
roses and lilies
bloom
with intoxicating aroma
and inspire the poetry
of lovers
and human beings
at times
act with amazing care
and benevolence
towards each other
and
towards the world we live in
but
the world we live in
can also be a brutal
and desolate place
those same dandelions
that dance in the wind
are an aggressive weed
that take over the farmer’s crop
and increase his toil
the sun that glistens on them
does not let up
but beats down
it contributes to drought
and famine
as rains recede
the stars fall from the sky
the moon is thought to have adverse affects
on the human psyche
while the ocean waves
rise to a colossal crescendo
in the tsunami
and crush
tens of thousands of human lives
human beings
let love die
hurt
ignorance
and hatred
fester
as we use
words
swords
and F-15’s
to terrorize
the lives of others
and time has shown
that no other force in nature
has wreaked as much havoc
upon the rest of creation
as humanity
hearts where tattoos should be
i wanted to tell you something that you don’t know about me
something not so available when looking at my sleeve
eyes in back of my head and a heart where tattoos should be
this might be okay, maybe even cause for some relief
but like the knives i missed approaching, all targets are on me
eyes are always looking inward and as far as i can see
i maybe missed something in the meaning of my own reprieve
what have i ever known about the stars or shining sea
the dawn of time or the birth of rhyme that isn’t taken on belief?
for all the introspection what do i even know about me?
if you have a merciful injection, i would gladly roll up my sleeve
’cause what i have is broken and bears no image of me
~wwb
becoming (beauty in the swamp pt II?)
i am coming to what i believe
but what i believe is old
i am coming to what i believe
despite what i’ve been told
i don’t know but i’ve been sold
a visible/invisible distinction
& no more than bread to hold
at the moment of intinction
every lie held a grain of truth
& in every truth deception
no uncorrupted sayer-of-sooth
no absence since inception
all together separate
there are demons in the closet
whose names i no longer want to know
once thought if i could confront them one by one
the past would let me go
but living in a past that exists only in my worst dreams
has had me dying slow
so if its all up to me now
then i’ll hold out my palms to let it all go
but i can’t bear this burden all alone
maybe that’s never what you intended
all i need is you to say my name
all i need is your breath, your flesh, your vision
we are saved together; but apart?
apart i’ll be damned if we’re not damned
and i’ve never been good at the role i was handed
of sacrificial lamb
but mother, god forgive her
my father is still here and i can
but damn if i don’t spit and sputter
and still withhold my hand
and i can’t bear this burden all alone
that was never what was intended
ear pressed, listening for my name
its cold enough to see my breath but still no vision
there are demons in every closet
who lie in wait for last of days
we thought we had their number
’till we were forced to see through their gaze
our hearts are infinitely connected
but temporarily broken in our stay
but when we’ve been there 10,000 years
its here we’ll catch the rays
and i wont bear this burden all alone
but i know that’s not what you intended
when i hear you say my name
i wonder if perhaps it could be enough just to listen
escape
***
blogging has become an escape
a place to lie dormant
while there is other writing i should be doing
blogging has become an escape
one place i’m not a door mat
to the whims of others who’d enjoy ruining
anything that could be an escape
*** maybe in the movie version of my life Clint Eastwood could play me, or at least direct the film
~wwb
