walk

draw Tagore:
along long crawl,
though pierced with thorns
on dustbowl road
where bandits roam
with swords all drawn
while shawled men do not stop
to help;

says Tagore:
"Ekla Chalo Re" --
walk alone.

waffle

(all the people, so many people...)

on the edge of my seat
my heart skipped a beat
when small paul and his badger
came to town

to wake from our slumber
their lyrics no meaning
it's just a life-feeling
it's foie de vivre;

so then, while sounds
drift through the ether
from oxen park to 2nd floor litter
allow me unfettered words:

life-feeling glows
amid hope of ember.

without sin

rescue me from myself:

save me, like no one else

can, he who knows suffering

without sin;

and kens the mess we're in.

rosebud

from its butter: time is,

time, like rain battered 'gainst wall confounded

passed and beat, like heart that skipped behind

that call, let float that laugh, that pained i cant 

tell the truth; when in truth, life loves loves life;

dreamt like in forest: well deep deep well.

feast

bread and wine

be bread and wine
no words of mine

can tell the truth
rain-pearls roll down
round dome of roof

while prayer-incense
fills hall-room air
pain broken bread

is broken flesh
of bells struck twice
and silence spreads;

no words of mine
can tell of grace
lost wells in tears

lost wells in space
and cry for peace
'mong thoughts of old

fields young and smooth
feels long ago
fields autumn gold;

bread and wine
be bread and wine
as I am yours:

so you be mine.

Βύβλος

seeking scraps of wisdom I
was instead fed on hope of
angels, crying: "strangers,
welcome us in your abode!"

a matter of life and death

when my mind goes blank i pray

that God fills the gaps between decayed
strands of thought and hope
and takes me to the land forgot,

where good exists and web unweaved
we find each other as we're meant to be
with struggles given meaning that indeed:
we weren't just a nihilistic dream.