ought-ism

(
til we can be ourselves
and not act as we ought to
for someone else  --
(
how can we shed our masks?
how can we have faces?
and dare to see that face in the mirror;
(
how can we love ourselves?
)
then, finally;
make peace with the universe
forgive others, forgive ourselves;
)
fare well with love,
fare well to fear itself;
even unto death.
)

celestial blues

it is done.

i only love one.

when all is said and done

i only loved the one. 

everyday blues

the paper trail of my mistakes
leads to the cold bed that you've made

the kids, the work, then work some more.

it's called life -- and it's a chore.

mortal combat blues

east is east and west is west

and the secret best well kept

to ruin your life in one small step

on slipping over one misstep.

death; the thing you truly dread,
now swooshes like sweet siren
and smiles back from terrace garden
of restaurant, courted woman;

see the man, ply from within
promise seen, for all is him
all hope; yet bat's wings whisper cold
of buried memories untold

cosmic clash like crying rain
tears open flood of all the pain
and give the beggar that small change
from nothing more than which remains

pecunian blues

letters, thoughts

better's worse
today: come,
tomorrow hurts

with hearts and clicks
and beats and bits
emoti(ve )cons --
he motions, longs

for miss next race
and brace embrace
lone starry sky
lone faith slow by

lone face, good bye.

existential blues

Father,

You know my thoughts,
hopes, and
fears.

anything i do say,
which could be used against me,
You already know.

there is so much i don't need to know,
there is so much,
i need to let go.

there is one thing,
i do need to know,
for it concerns Me:

if You exist.

holy

fog rolls down from hills above

you were one I chose to love

in anorac of blue eyes piercing,

through my soul I chose to love,

under stars of cosmic witness

we walked each other to the altar;

how I forget, how it fades!

fog of truth and mystery,

envelope us in holy robes

and never set us apart.