Achieve adversity, for a promise to never give up…
I want you all to live life, breathe it, sing it, play with it, dream it, challenge it… folks know that you are an unstoppable determination, I know I do… for I am conscious being aware, to share my knowledge to empower me and others– linking pain meeting pleasure beyond measures standing strong forever long.
For I serve and protect with honor and respect.
When in all earnest
and with perceived grace,
in subtle ways fighting odds
that separate us,
we have to decide
how best we must come close
to let the wide world realise
it is impossible to keep us
away from the importance
that is our due since, in resolve
firm and solid, there in us, there
is that stuff pure and bright
that can’t see us lying separated
and thus should unite us in that
bond, bound up in which everyone
gathers grace, greatness and grandeur.
I’d like a small amount
of kindness. A silver dish
of helpful offerings from a place
that’s humble. I grew to understand
that shoulders are made for lifting
up the young. I am not accustomed
to begging. We help each other.
The sight of chopped wood
in the back of a pickup trucks reminds
me of the warmth of a potbellied stove.
Shards of kindling in the floor, being
careful of the splinters.
I grew to understand that small
kindnesses are what life’s built on,
that holding on to past bitterness
poisons the spirit, drags down the
face, lays sagging on the talk
like a tired dog, long baying,
now hoarse, at empty wind.
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everybody’s gonna make me sick
every surface is contaminated
don’t stand so, don’t stand so
don’t stand so close to me
please don’t cough or sneeze
just wake me when it’s over
FATE
A time-honored unproven source
Of life’s blessings and misfortunes,
Circular logic has found a safe place,
Remarkably complete explanations
Devoid of ideas of free will.
FATE
A venerated imponderable pathway,
It’s open to all comers, but with a price:
One is still accountable, regardless of claims,
A smorgasbord of fables and speculations,
So load up your plates with all you can stand,
Details to follow.
I push
through darkness
through unkindness
through my doubt
past my own portrait
past bad news
past inconsistencies
into a light
I hope I find.
The true journey’s
end never
is contained
in a dreamer’s
heart forever.
Capsized boats litter the shore,
and seagull choirs mourn cockles lost.
Who, in their right mind, would now run across these menacing sands
full of jagged glass shards and splinters of tarry masts?
Hollow bell-sounds on playful winds.
The salty sea swallows rains
which fail to make it any sweeter.
The crackle of the radio turns
slowly into a whispery snore.
Hermit crabs to their surprise congregate on rocky slopes.
The crazy Moon brings them together
and makes them knit gaudy doylies
out of seaweed and fishnet scraps.
Simple simply no longer covers it, I fear.
The lifeguard gathers tears in vials,
rusty nails in salty brine,
rotten string soaked in rum,
labels them all in spidery hand
and keeps them on his driftwood shelf.
He used to be a deep-sea-dvier
but nowadays he prefers to search
the horizon through brass eyepieces
for the purple flicker of distant lightning.
It’s been a day of lost coins, playing cards and ticket stubs.
It’s been a day when all is swept into the nooks and cracks.
Have you seen my Lego block?
It is yellow and has six nubs on top.
It answers to the name Mathilde, Mathilde mon amour.
It slipped into the rubble of the crumbling stairs
and then let me search for it in vain
as it watched the thin grass dance in the evening breeze.
The barber pole screws forever
into the ground in streetlights’ yellow glare
and awaits airgun sharpshooters
and candy floss girls
to foul the morning air.
Darts sharpen themselves unseen
in dark, musty pubs
where beer fumes keep the wallpaper tipsy.
The tide is out and dusky sands wear seaweed wigs.
Rock pools display in cross section,
with red arrows pointing to their catch:
The sea urchin.
The limpet.
The brown shrimp.
Mussles and starfish.
Blue neon light from fish and chip shops
shines on them and on their namesakes on blackboard menus.
I close my eyes and decide I will sleep.
Dancing inside my eyelids, her face assures me I won’t.
I listen to the surf as it softly hisses, confiding in me
the countless benefits of such sleeplessness.
Dedicated to my sweet Romanian friend Vasile
You are Love–
Everything good and beautiful in the world
you are the sweetest
man on the Earth
I’ve found a rare brightness
from out the droves of darkness,
a luminosity that can be kindled,
night or day, at the mere thought
of her. My heart palpitates as her
personality pours forth a percussion of light,
a dance of rich colors suddenly afloat,
as her words intrigue. The depth
of her discourse illuminates, perplexes
and vexes my mind. Yes! I have found
a rare light. The excitement of what
she’ll say next pulses through my veins,
so grateful to have found such luminosity
among this dull and darkly world.