August 2009
the fasting
a vessel empties
swift currented rivers stream
liquid gold
seeping as light does edge ‘neath a door
and my soul is ILLUMINED
breaths solemn
weighted with knowledge of myself
authentic
unwavering
unmasked before my own eyes-
(and to think I’ve been here all along…)
francine:
Mr. Soul - Neil Young (Sugar Mountain...
heart and mind disagree
can’t see but the other grass green
how can one but mourn with a soul that is torn
twixt a religious tyrant and misanthrope
-
a delicate cheek painted blue
by the hand of one supposedly true
she swallows her needs and quietly bleeds
if it’s ok by her-why not by you?
summer
long days and longer weeks
hurling me grinding through space
into NOW!
THEY!
THEY!
HE!
SHE!
me-shifting immediately-sidewinder-to accomodate
? love can conquer this terror
? my will can best my heart
? my tongue shan’t loose its’ venom
my soul can consolidate its’ parts