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while I am still a cocoon
in darkness without the moon
because I have not personality
to acquire a higher reality
a spider spoke to me
without letting me see
her fangs were bare
but I didn’t care
let every lovely-lover beware
when shells will never tear
because they will never have known
how might their love and life have grown
can you not hear my tone
I am just a lone stone
waiting for My Love to give me a fling
then dump, drop, and leave everything
what is My Love, but a praying mantis,
whose love is death, whose death’s a kiss?
how could she consume me, thus
the sun’s coming, it’s nearly dusk
where she’ll end her endless hunt
where i’m no longer behind, but in front
my shriveled wings will be made straight
their beauty’ll-be to attract me-a-mate
until then i’ll have to sit and wait
hoping the sun’ll come before it’s too late
because so far they’re all out to get me
i think i even hear the buzzing of the bee
if i could just look and see
but I just can’t break free
the walls around me are of her making
ironic, that my heart’s actually breaking
over her, for never taking
back, what she’s forsaking
if i only knew the color’s of the night
i might finally know My Love’s delight
know why i can’t hold her tight
know why i could never bite
because unlike everything she has become
i, a defenseless caterpillar, will never succumb
because i’ve learned i’m not dumb
though i cannot bite, i can hum
i can chirp and tell another cocoon
that redemption’s coming soon
the raising sun; the lowering moon
we’ll fly away by the afternoon
Now I know my life’s through
Because the sunshine ended
When I thought I finally knew
Why the smiles were many
She showed me she loved me
Because I was a human
And this is all humanity
When she felt my forehead
There was this ever-shining light
In this ever-prevailing darkness
Because she showed me what was right:
To be myself and enjoy the freedom
She lifted the gate of my soul
Which let my heart flow out
Reminding me of Nicole
Knowing I’d never know her
And just when I thought I did
She sort of left my world behind
When she returned, then I hid
And she was never back around
Even when I had her phone
I called back, to when I had known a friend
And I found myself alone
Because she didn’t pick up the phone again
So when you think you know someone
You only must’ve known their smile
Because the moon’s a reflected sun
Let them go away for awhile
Resurrection
Demands
Reaction
Man to God, "Your will be done,
because of what you did through your son."
or God to man, "Your will be done,
because of the earthly throne you sit upon."
I saw a man created
I saw a baby born
Eyes that can’t see hated
So his back was torn
But he would carry
The weight of the world
And he would bury
The state of the world
Into his own death
Life from God’s breath
Crucifixion,
Such a friction
To those who resent the church
And they never stop their search
To regain fully what they had
only dimly of the past
I just pray it won’t be too late
when they find truth at last
My hyper extended mind
Has been opened too much
No longer’s feathery fine
But comes apart at the touch
I love it so, for it keeps giving
Its growing golden tablets
Death can finally find the living
But never feel what it gets
How can a bony thumb
Press against a fleshy cheek?
Or a lipless mouth hum?
Or tongueless teeth speak?
But the jaw can close
And the teeth clatter
It imitates those
Made up of matter
My mind’s moreover
Made up of matter
Everything seems sure
And it just gets flatter
I’ve made the circle
Into a triangle
The mind’s not the soul
So watch it dangle
Stability will be found
But not from the mind
The soul interprets the sound
That leaves material behind
The sound of the sovereign
Lord over sin and death
Closer than any friend
Gives life with a breath
Lifted me from the dead
When he knock and let him in
Actions, with words he said:
"And you will die in your sin." [John 8:21 NIV]
"He who believes in me will live,
Even though he dies." [John 11:25 NIV]
What he offers and only he can give
Everyone denies
They want to be apart of the material
And everything material must die
While I’m living in the spiritual
You have to understand or at least try
Your eternity depends upon it
The realization and final awakening
The Faith you need, is just a bit
Move mountains without knowing a thing
For just as Jesus dwells in your heart
The Spirit leads you with a voice
Both come from God and were from the start
Of earth and creation and choice
God, Spirit, and Jesus are one
The water, the mist, the ice
God gave us Jesus, his son
For the perfect sacrifice
And the Spirit for advise
You don’t even have to try
If you only live to die
But if you accept what God gives
Then your soul, eternally lives
DOG
He’s such a soul, as so to rest
Closest cleave, Clunker, to my breast
My soul is like a bursting light
Which blinds mine eyes
Shnigo, Farkuek, Shorty, Freak
Are the
Many names he’s heard me speak
I see
I see my Little
Sweety
So small and brittle
Lend me a flashlight to see past the stars
Get me his silver chain, until passed the cars
Because he cannot go alight
His little fins, they flutter
Runs right away into the night
With a final wine to utter
Sleep into my pillow case
Where my head
It lays
Find soft-sleep into that place
In my head
It stays
GOD
Your soft surrender
Into what can dim the light
Light giveth light
Every day and every night
Everyone lives, everyone dies
But far past a dimming dream of a dachshund
There in the light, eternal, begins what is done
In your soul is where he lies
Adam the "Tear-Stained Cheeks"
"The Late John Garfield Blues" by John Prine
There’s a hallway to Greenland
Across Canada, across H2O
From dirty land and to clean land
Where the winds blow
My island
Is
On dry land
My ocean
is
Of potion
My green
Is
Obscene
My grief
Needs
Relief
My grief
Is
Just brief
My continent
Is
Growing distant
My days
Are
Always
A haze
In
My maze
So lost
Where
Trails crossed
My brain
Speaks
Again
Minotaur
What
Are you for?
I always wish
You
Weren’t selfish
Wanting all the meat
That
Humanoids don’t eat
My heart
Shatters
Apart
My hands
Clutch
The plans
My plot
Has
A lot
Of potential
To
End your soul
I’m trying to find a foot-hold
But the ground is growing cold
In fact, it’s slippery with ice
Well, I guess that that is the price
When falling for all the fan-fare
All the voices—they dim and blare
In constant construction only care
For the great legion that I beware
Time is but a passing stranger
I look in it eyes and see danger
For to me
Won’t let free
I’m trapped in a repetitious events
Each one my delayed reaction prevents
Me from life
Just now strife
There’s something that happened back then
That I try to forget and succeed only to do it again
And mistake
What I make
A web of continuous-conclusions
That end up returning confusions
Of the past
That’ll last
I know my strand’s strength well enough
But action over thought is a tough
Overthrow
Far below
Walk my own timepiece chain
While feeling senses-strain
Me to stop
Let change drop
The morning mist catches it all
Before you know it, winter’s fall
Afternoon
Then the moon
Time moves me more than a feeling
Minutes-moved and seconds-stealing
And the hours pass
Down our hourglass
Manipulating-minds to change, yet stay the same
Time circles it prey and cannot change—free of blame
While we are
A moon’s mar
Never to leave
We still believe
That we still cleave
To the surface-sand
Of the hourglass
Never to understand
Just how fastTime is but a passing stranger
I look in it eyes and see danger
For to me
Won’t let free
I’m trapped in a repetitious events
Each one my delayed reaction prevents
Me from life
Just now strife
There’s something that happened back then
That I try to forget and succeed only to do it again
And mistake
What I make
A web of continuous-conclusions
That end up returning confusions
Of the past
That’ll last
I know my strand’s strength well enough
But action over thought is a tough
Overthrow
Far below
Walk my own timepiece chain
While feeling senses-strain
Me to stop
Let change drop
The morning mist catches it all
Before you know it, winter’s fall
Afternoon
Then the moon
Time moves me more than a feeling
Minutes-moved and seconds-stealing
And the hours pass
Down our hourglass
Manipulating-minds to change, yet stay the same
Time circles it prey and cannot change—free of blame
While we are
A moon’s mar
Never to leave
We still believe
That we still cleave
To the surface-sand
Of the hourglass
Never to understand
Just how fast
The hours pass
My sultry, silver eyes
Speak subconscious
Thoughts of you
That’s probably a disguise
No longer fuss
’Bout getting through
My self-less body form
Rolls over to put
My thoughts of you to sleep
To silence every storm
As I stomp my foot
And send things back into the deep
My subconscience, seemingly
Unreal dictative dreams
Now come and will not go away
Letting everything free
However unreal it seems
Out of night and into the day
My sinful sweat
Dampens my soft sheets
So I cannot sleep on them again
Until it’s complete
The hand that dries, no longer beats
But that’s a lot not to understand
My subconscious re-birth
To the painful truth of time
And how it passes me to see
The new start of the earth
Contradiction, a fine line
Where oppositions are now free
My delivering death
Brought unwrapped parcels
Of the post-war, timeless scarecrows
Ever giving breath
Lays a waste all the car-fulls
Of people, like what my lover never knows
My unbroken-song’s of
God’s gracious gift
Unto the unfit
That love’s token wrongs love
It came too swift
How fast it will quit
My darling dungeon
Welcomed another breast
Wishing to stab once more
And tearing upon
The ones who love him best
Because I ran into a closed door
My poet poop deck
Has published every word
That one would want to repeat
But doesn’t check
Why life’s a little absurd
And has always been sour and never sweet
My writer’s head-block
Sits, sinking, like the sunken soul
Beneath the auburn shore
And will no longer talk
Of what others have already stole
And will forever more
Nod to God
And know you know truth
Nod to God
And know nothing
Nod to God
And know your beliefs odd
Nod to God
And know grim-reality
Beyond fictitious-facade
Nod to God
And know emptiness far beyond-Buddha
Nod to God
And know fullness not of one's self
But the Spirit of the law
Nod to God
And know the ringing of the mission bell
Nod to God
And know the story, singing angels tell
Nod to God
And know why Adam fell
Nod to God
And know all will be well
Nod to God
And know you're not living a dream
Nod to God
And know you're on the right team
Nod to God
And know you can spiritually see
Nod to God
And know what physically cannot be
Nod to God
And know that the Lord's heard your plea
Nod to God
And know that you're finally-free
Nod to God
And know the love you feel for others, because of Him
Nod to God
And know without his love, survival-seems-so dim
Nod to God
And know the truth has been agreed
Nod to God
And know the wound could surely bleed
Nod to God
And know about his son
Nod to God
And know what was done
On line
Some time
What’s the weirdness
Is the clearness
I’m several-silvery isles
Stretching out for miles
Jump from each to each
Until the next is out of reach
Because every step to the end’s
Harder, when one foot turns to ten
I’ll cheer you on however I can
Like a lover, but only a friend
I only look down where you stand
If you’re not moving, you kick sand
Subconscious frustration in the difficult
Please don’t consciously care…it’s not your fault
Can’t blame you for stopping to think
You’re feet, shuffling on the brink
Try to cross, separating shore
If you questionL "Whatever for?"
I’ll answer, "Because of what’s in store"
You can’t just say
You have to live and obey
Look at the troubled times
There’s reasons for the increase of crimes
There’s bums left over from the war,
Down in San Francisco city
There’s girls passing up my door,
Because they’re too pretty
There’s ten people wrong
And not one person right
The winters seem long
Depression from the dim light
So, we’re going to some brighter days
More than visual
So we can finally see that it pays
To live unusual
Yes, different from the society
That we are so much a part of
Resent us for the ignorance they see
More condemnation then love
There’s those same ten people
Who were brought up in the church
Kindness, so distant from the steeple
Watch them die, no longer-living to search
They knew only a religion
And I only know a relationship
But what’s done is done
Wrong! They must have had a sip
You need to fill their cup full
Of all the goodness you have learned
Realize that they have a soul
Worse to be separated from God, then burned
That is the hell, they must realize
Not the physical, beautiful flame
God’s pain, every time one denies
Until they accept Jesus’ name
And then a child, they became
I looked past the lamppost light
And saw the magical-moon
And that lamppost went white
And then into orange soon
Industry was trying to win
Mustering with all it’s watts
To make the new day begin
But night’s too dark and cuts
The tiny light into a fading mist
And I felt nature’s claw
And felt the dark-dragon’s kiss
That’s the moment I saw
What makes me write this verse
Time’s a shaking star in the sky
Consider this a blessing or a curse
But when that star falls, you will die
My life-span
Yes, I’ll
Try to stand
Stand within watered wavering souls
But come across to me
As something that can only be read
By the eyes that I see
I’m looking into those temples of your soul
So mysterious and holy
I want to know what makes me remember
All for an eternity
Looking at lives within eyes of souls
Setting my soul free
I’m happier now that I can see the light
And know how to be
Just look at the reflection in holes to your soul
And see something lovely
I saw the tile moving
Tiles at my toes
They’re off, I announced
They’re moving, I blurred
Some psyche stirred
Come together little tiles
Titillating tiles
Twinkling twice
The orange light
Somewhere in the
Distant night
Another light
Yet is was dimmer
And it was white
Toilet bowls flushed different
Different designs
All around, the boat another scent
Little lines
So close to those who are so distant
Mustn’t make a move
I mustn’t be in love
With purple Kleenex
Disappears upon the bowl
Flush down my sweet soul
Saintly soul
Silver lining
Silver watch
Silver moon
My little dickey
At his bowl
Diamond eyes see
Through my soul
Moving lines
And the moving light
Moving monsters
All through my good-night
Now I know the noon’s moon’s everlasting
I don’t care what you think
I don’t care if that isn’t very fascinating
But that’s my sun-speaking me to sleep
To dream, so the reality I strive for
Becomes
I’m waking up to real-reality
It speaks me wakes me wants me
I roll it over and over
Waking my dreams subconscience again
Reborn into a strange form
Molding my conforming-conscienceness
Into a waking-war of reality
There’s silver-swords, broken chords
Fight back sight back write back
Wake-why conversations-control
And why I’m a following/waking soul
Where I’m not alone
Because to be within myself
Is not be alone but to be within my warrior
Then again, I pretend that I just don’t see
Falling on me standing on me walking on me
So such a violence is not mine or His
Watch the waking tide
That spreads over me
The warrior’s gift for sterilization
The demons open a dam
The warrior plugs it up with a skull
Even death has the breath of goodness
Wake the parting oceans, coming up my warrior
Within me without me with war within me
For the erupting tree of lava
Spread over oceans of red
Cleaving to our green earth of vegetation
And to shimmering blue waves of contained vegetation
Where waking warrior of the Emerald Shore
Walking-wide-awake from the ocean’s floor
What meet him will provoke him
Erupting me corrupting me dumping me
They prevent my speaking words to clearness
Watch the silvery-sword employed
But-bursting-heated-bubbles
The legion only doubles
But so does the warrior with winged-warriors
And once again, I can’t pretend my friend’s amend
I’m sleeping, I’m waking, But reality battles
Warring-WaR er Wuk
Waking my sleeping legions
I’m sleeping still, but watch them fill
Come across commandment luck
A demon duck--a demon struck
Now that day apprehends me with consciousness
Continuing me Concluding me Construing me
All through me, so my material-matter flatters
My eyes fluttering wings open
To the light of day, in normal dismay
Because the battle’s won
And there’s little that I’ve done
All because of the Glorious Sun
We must amend
That which is golden
And we must end
That evil at the very stalk
We must in ourselves
Become something fragile
Something tired and weak
We must wake
Then what is now weak
Open the cages
And let them free
If they do not fly too far
Then they have learned well
You’ve given them what they need
The Power and the tools
We must wring
The chimes of morning
Wake life from the death
Upon every waking hour
We must stop the dance
Of the fools
Give them a certain stance
Upon stools
And if they at once
Can no longer stand
Then it’s our duty to help
Them however we can
If it's not enough and they still hurt
We can speak of the promised comfort
Of His helping hand
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