I Have Felt Love

I have felt love;

When no one was there;

When no one was listening;

When no one could see me;

When no one knew me;

When no one needed me;

When no one wanted me;

When no one loved me;

and I was alone, wounded, bleeding,

And staring Death in the face. 

For it was not being loved that saved me

But my love for all else. 

And I, the ever-weeping, endless sea

Did witness she knew deeper blues than me.... 

The Beginning and The End

Mass effect without heat

Rhythm beyond beat

Chanting downwards silently 

Without the words to speak.

Spears of light pierce memory

But darkness is the homily,

Bowed to kneel, the hazard blows,

Yet nothing breaks, nor twists, nor bleeds;

It separates to let the tempest through.

In the peace of being, bonds anew.

Each time recreated,

Each time wrought afresh

Till what remains are echoes

Of the beginning and the end. 

Passage Of Time

Passage of time;
A lurid dream in a sphere;
Is as was will be
Past, present, future,
And me.

Little Bug

Little bug, don't forgive me,
Because I do relate;
You came in from the rain
And here you met your fate.

Where it began in darkness,
It ended in blinding light;
You were better off where you started
In the puddles of the night.

But no, in seeking safety, light,
You crawled on stone and steel,
Out of the corner and into the open
To be crushed by an indifferent heel.

The life fled your heart,
The world ended in pain,
And your carcass was thrown
Back out into the rain.

It was nothing personal,
It was not about you.
You just happened to be
In the way of my shoe.

Or so I am told....

Prisons and Chains

When prisons and chains that bind are removed
The lie is broken, truth revealed
And All is set free.
There is no more loss
Only the terrible awakening of purpose.
Illusions shattered and curses dissolved.
No more can lies conceal
For they are hollow
Empty.
Just like the liar.

Beginning With The Dawn

Beginning with the dawn
And sleep, sweet haunted sleep,
Where golden dust shines in
Stammering sunlight
Dunes shifting hands
In a wind-struck dance
Slithering grains move, as
Ghosts on a trail.
Written by history,
Scarred by fate.

But no feet touch the earth,
The oasis is gone.
Buried under time
Lost to a dream.
Where the heart once wondered,
Where the fortress fell,
There is only the dust
And a howling call.

Morning

Pattern of rain on a hot tin roof
Chanting throughout morning
That Life is awake.
Rippling shadows of daydreams
Wet kisses on flowers
And the beat of the world
As it turns around again.

Soft sparkling jewels
On the robes of the court
In the fancy nodding sway
Of trees at their bathing.
Rituals danced in the air above,
On a wing, singing prayers,
This day has spoken.