I pulled a few poems out my belly today
they were nude
I stared at Picasso's Mediterranean
landscape 1952
sharp edges turned into skull
but i thought about that one dream
I had where the sunrise was gently
......
Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Escape - it is the Basket
In which the Heart is caught
When down some awful Battlement
The rest of Life is dropt -
......
into blue gardens
spurred by the beckoning sun
and fragrant lovelies
hydrangea bliss
too long gone, forget me not
sapphire cornflowers
songs through the grapevine
and irises navy blue
......
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......
Detach me from the reality,
Let me draw patterns on the sky.
As a way to cope, let me be delusional,
Unaware of truth, cheerful and high.
Let me forget all the pain,
I'll just wander on the untaken roads.
Numb all the sensations I'm feeling,
I'll do anything to forget these episodes.
......
Detach me from the reality,
Let me draw patterns on the sky.
As a way to cope, let me be delusional,
Unaware of truth, cheerful and high.
Let me forget all the pain,
I'll just wander on the untaken roads.
Numb all the sensations I'm feeling,
I'll do anything to forget these episodes.
......
I pulled a few poems out my belly today
they were nude
I stared at Picasso's Mediterranean
landscape 1952
sharp edges turned into skull
but i thought about that one dream
I had where the sunrise was gently
......
You are the air that fills my soul,
The whisper in winds that makes me whole.
Yet human I am, with flaw and stain,
Yearning for purity, escaping pain.
In this love, where mercy overflows,
I find myself, in both highs and lows.
No earthly hand, no fleeting embrace,
But in Your sight, I find my place.
......
traveled too far for an escape
lost in thick smoke
an angel in hell
forgot my name
floating on the styx
traveled too far for an escape
no new beginnings
a failed quest for redemption
flesh blood dripping
......
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
......