Wine and Mussels

With wine and mussels on my tongue
I have to praise the One
Whose works are far above
The words I band and bind
To try in vain describe 
The wonder... is it love?
I hope since shines on
Good and bad He does,
He will forgive what
Many times is lust
For life He made us;
Thank you for the park
And setting sun, so
Thank you for the dark
That settles doubts for some so
Let me be the one
Whose love extends beyond
The wonders of the tongue.

Moon

The night rolls relentless forth

Draws day to a close, Isis calls

On moon to rise and shine

But moon is hidden by earth

Inside horizon rim of light

Blood red shadow

Will not prevail, temple veil

Rent asunder will not fail

To show relentless hope.

on cloud one

here it comes I know you

the clock taken apart that

will no longer step like

grace of ants carrying bits

of broken reed that cannot

be placed back the cloud

it comes in ominous grace

it’s time, it’s time to let go

of vain works that life works

it doesn’t it unwinds unlike

screws of water of respite

the bells of hope and forth

the water crossed in froth

and muck toes intact with

any luck if only I could

rise above the hurt that is

today.

Human

Like bad poet seeking rhyme, ( I )

Turn to Nietsche ( a ) second time;

Like wisdom that tooth forgot

Super truth is all I got.