Friday, April 24, 2015

(xxxii) this particular Silence

solely
Her presence echos
through vacant
hollow sheets
off the metallic bedspread
She springs and leaps

a pale lit face
dissipates
the way a voice
can't breath
beneath the sewers
of city streets

cold barren floorboards
support this stranger
as Her hips grow wider
a pumpkin carved figure

within the creaking
beneath her feet
and subtle flicker
in Her eyes
casting shadows
sunken and dry

i find
a stranger
lurking beneath
breathless doors

Monday, April 20, 2015

(XXIX) Time Is But A Flavor

Time is but a flavor
Colorful to the young
Gently dissipating colors
Gnawing beneath our tongues
Burning through our lungs
Its ashes we soon become

And if thereafter
I lived alongside Time forever

I'd stop
And wonder
Why we've tried
So hard to savor
Such a tasteless, bloody Murderer

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

(XXVII) L' Univers et Moi

dis moi

si demain
tu avais tout le ciel dans tes bras
qu'est ce que tu feras ?

est ce que tu t'accrocheras ?
combien d'étoiles est ce que tu ramasseras ?

et si tu pourras mille fois,
est ce que les étoiles tu transporteras
au dessus tes ailes en bois ?

puis est ce que tu les remetteras?
ou est ce que tu les voleras
souts tes ailes tu les cacheras ?

en fin,
pourrais tu redescendre sur le terre plus bas
si l'univers s'accroche à toi ?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

(XXVI) Where Heaven Touches Earth

I walk on this horizon
Who to the sun gives birth
While morning churchbells ring
All the doves awake

Who to the sun gives birth
Where heaven touches earth
All the doves awake
Every day, on their way

Where heaven touches earth
While morning churchbells ring
Every day, on their way

Friday, April 3, 2015

(XXV) A Giving Tree

I offered a Lady
A teaspoon of happy
A cup of happy 
She returned to me 

Generosity seems 
Immeasurable to
Such a 
tiny seed

Bury the seed
And time will see
Tangible roots

Of A Giving Tree