We wonder about whether to pursue the gold, giv’n to many of us as our birthright.
What of the cost, where ought we place it for safekeeping?
Sometimes wisdom begs, shouldn’t we be satisfied with silver?
Eureka! I thought this morning so loud you surely heard me.
Is the gold we claim our own? Increasingly we learn…it’s all somebody else’s alloy. An alchemist had been before us. Pouring trickery, then pulling heartstrings.
I, myself, thank the illusionist for that sweetest Summer. Warm, golden, nothing but refreshing theory. I laugh now and see the moving, invisible hand.
Take we back our minds and hearts. Go forth to the drivers seat, the miner’s pick-ax in hand. Seek silver!
Stranger
Why
I wonder of the blue-white-shirted man
Wait
Fidget
Turn away
Give your hand from afar
Take it back again
Stay seated, silent
As I rise to go
Steph: An Epic Poem
She,
I think,
Would be Stephanie
A love I didn’t know I needed
A friend from a Friend
Both martyred
For, what are true friends for?
She,
Stephanie,
Would have gifted me
A kind word
A wise word
Both since otherwise elusive in my world
For, looking back, what did I expect?
She,
Steph, we’d have called her,
Would be a poem -nay, is a poem
A poem and sister to a brother
A work of art with no end, they are
Both Epic story-songs
For, hear thou, their lyrical air?
She,
Stephanie,
Would be safe from me now
A sword of truth having pierced my soul
A prayer of forgiveness asked
Both to self and sin, I desire to die
For what, but abandonment, is there?
She,
Stephanie,
Would be thirty soon
A soul eternal
A girl, a woman
Both alive
For, ‘tho I don’t deserve, why too am I?
Steel Drum
Tell me again how the sun is ahead
How the radical winds cannot halt it
Show me how I might squint my eyes
So the mountains seem nearer to me
Describe every detail, every edge
The hammered silver crown atop our heads
As the sound of steel drums shines on
Endlessly
I think
I know
I myself
Will never
Resign
The dark, therefore, need not worry
If ever
At all
It did
Feel so
Inclined
quiescence
Wail it aloud
Will you
Won’t you
Why in the hell don’t you?
Summon of your
Sunny
Shady
Step forth. Retreat. Stay, thee.
Great God
Wrap myself in trouble. Get inside its head. What’d it wish to teach me? Did it wish me dead?
It took my mind’s money. It pilfered my time. That I gave it all my heart, was my biggest crime.
As I speak, it’s storming -inside and outside. I may weep, but lift my chin, and in the truth abide.
I am mi-rac-u-lous. I am where it’s at.
I own the night, I own the day -whatchu think ’bout that?
I no longer worry. I’ve seen the mountaintop! When I wish to walk your way, my Great God helps me stop.
Did you think you licked me, with your fiery reign? I woke from your ashes, baby -come at me again.
thud
my voice evidenced
the most beautiful of white billowing
powered beyond the universe
since you decided never
now i sing of raindrops
silent, steady-falling
raindrops
Precisely Midnight
I’ll wonder to infinity
Were angels tending to me
As I learned to tell time
All the minutes of it
Goodbye
The Campaign
Hiding here
For ten years now
In fear or some similar thing
Built without my permission
Tried I did at logic-play
Slapped down
In favor of tastier aesthetics
The lure of shine
Of postured fun
Having now run its course
I stand behind it all
‘Twas true
Yet
You don’t know Me
I don’t know You
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