Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human
Tag Archives: Proof
California, Again
It’s Winter when he does this, so I buy myself time and find flowers somewhere. Color-filled, with thorns that draw my blood which proves I’m alive and not here to stay quiet and blind. These flowers, I cannot help but clutch them in desperate remembrance that it’s Summer somewhere. I was born in the Summer.
Name This Poem
When you suppose your eyes
Close them whenever, what do you see
Me
I see flowers that belong to you, although I have no proof
But it is your stare
From my best recollected memory
Through this whirlwind storm God permits
And this calm
From which I build my case
So What Justice
Nonsense
Evidence
Of brilliance
Clarity
Notwithstanding
The trauma
Pure heart
Pure, pure heart
Rocket fuel
Tireless
So
What justice
Sober
Intellect
Therefore, Truth
Skin: A Haiku
Here stands breathing proof
Bodies will live and yet die
Without right water
(Art credit:
USPS Sharks Stamps; usa forever)
Exhibit XX
I at 49
Less some days
Flesh and blood
Heart, mind and soul
Convicted
Of God
Stand
As proof
I
Was wrong
Created Still: A Haiku
What feeds troubled souls
Leaves me stifled and sickly
Proof I’m of Angels
Clincher
Rising to courage
Convinced I will see her
Lo, I have seen her
Yet was not convinced
Split
The one who knows
The one who doubts
The one who must be crazed
The one in shrouds
The one laid bare
The one with proven skin
The one who wants
The one who must
The one who Heaven wills
June 1, 2016: A Haiku
What deserves your faith?
Who daily offers their proof?
In that garden, sow.
