Freedom not condoned in constellation
Reasons all condemned for insulation
Confined for my love
refined from above
Seasons fall from a glazing distant sky
Lovers call in the chill of night
Before you twinkle in my sight
You should free your mind’s delight
No time for song, to synchronize
A false feel for love
A long way of reason
Always bare and naked
They call me a saint
With their ridicule and doubt
With in and with out
Sigh sigh sigh
Become a piece of the game
A board form indeed
Wishing for another need
Another doubt on which to feed
No kinship here or no marching
Million to divide and confine
Piece of mind piece of mild
hang nail rip my skin
hang nail rend my body whole
free the pain trapped and tortured
hurting pain poor, poor pain
Trapped locked confined blocked
Release cut and carve
Release not relapse, something new
Thomas the writer sits ‘neath his tree
Free verse, free verse rehearse
Don’t join the pack free the rope
Cut the slack drop the lines
Angle the cones know the gone
Rehearse, rehearse free verse
Rhyme, rhyme no time, no time
Refine the moment confess, confess
Obsess, obsess formless endless
Don’t slump don’t slouch
Rip your mind find the sun
Set the moon too soon, too soon
Not far off love soft
Lofty revelations straight up
Salvation
1
Give me one word to kill my fear
One prize to keep one smile one tear
Give me one moment, one hand to grasp
Like a grain of sand on a pane of glass
Memories to show what words to say
But one smile to keep day by day
One heart to have one path to take
One bed to sleep as dreams awake
And just one day to be with you
One minute, one hour to make things true
A line, a page, a word to shout
Freedom formless invisible doubt
One sun, one moon, the stars above
One day at a time, one kiss, one love
Parking lots rolling
Feet clubbing for sanctuary
They call across the reeds
The mounds of lush green
Topped with the innocence of calm season
Possession claimed new
Prizes won in battles of pride
Soldiers president pawns
Infiltrate their green infinite
Madmen
Unknowing life
Love
My mouth is as dry as my body, eyes
She’ll cry no more and won’t tell me why
Every sun ray scorches my breath away
I can’t figure out if I should go or stay
Golden grain enrapturing
in grown seeming cloudy likeness
Forgotten forms enshrouded
They met their end in cold steel glazing
Crimson tapestries to on the walls
And meeting the fires of hunger
The blazing clapping symphonies
And laid on a porcelain deathbed
Fixed as suited.
On Smoking a Cigarette
Freedom being formed in tight mist
Missing that breeze is the light that binds
So hard to find a way
To say I breathe with praise
And saying that season will go
I find so many reasons to love this so
I bind my endless tide
in a formless moments delight
Smoothing soft
Swift instances
Wave constant and true
Clear and cloaking
Sound caresses you
In calm tidal reveling
Free fall and clear
Occasions waver their formless banners
Dictating tranquillity peace and flow
Sound goes to and fro.