for Lovers

Embarce that you won't know
why, it is so. And so it is,
better that way. Just as lovers are better
apart. (Well, not really, but a certain differentiation helps

to hold onto perspective, be thankful,
stay wildly curious about another, build
passion in the tension between connection, find
mystery in how you act out your play).

If they're you, and you them, then you're bored
all over again. Unable to will yourself to move, an awkward
four legged two headed monster stuck in a fear driven draw between
whose numbskull is going to shoot first?

The world's on fire! You've got to pick up your feet, darling!
We'll fuck up. So forget about it.
Love often. Go! Where these words don't mean a thing.
Talk about shit with integrity. Smile because it's happening.

O, Yes! It's happening,
like the engagement we're born into. Be
glad you're alive to see
how this old flame still burns.

In an Instant

In an instant I grew
a horizon wider... a sky taller... an ocean deeper...
I thought surely this is it;
one of those unforgettable happenings.
So far,
so true.

To-do's...

To turn the hands of time... To slow it all down and pick the ripe low hanging fruit of our hope trees... To act out a dream, exit stage left, and make way for another play... To be a fool for a lover who could do with more than what’s called for... To strip down and tear it up...  To turn up and put it on since our minute-hands are like chalk and cheese... To go merrymaking and cherry-picking more often... To sweep a tint of radiance over another’s tip-off, recognizing they’ve somehow enhanced our own… To just do it... To find irresistible...

Matrix

Open    Your      Eyes      Your      Open

Your      Eyes     Open     Eyes      Your

Eyes     Open     Your      Open     Eyes

Ode to Pens

You’re seeing this now,
what I wrote then,
somehow brought together
by this silent instrument.

I flow through its narrow passage to colour the surface,
my tone polishes the inks  poisonous rivulet; 
or so I hope,
for your burning ears on the other side.

Listen,
and know my words don’t mean a thing
compared to how I carry them,
for its integrity which lifts the soul.

"The Ultimate Guide"

Reality is,
the truest story told
has not been written
in a language
we can understand.

Exposed Brick

Because there is a new fashion in town

you may not have heard how once

dry hands placed red brick by red brick

to build this brawny structure.

How times have already changed!

Now cracked hands are swiping evenness over

lines of red brick by red brick

grey cement hiding the hours of dry hands.

Eventually weather crumbles

a seasonal façade

exposing brick at the edges

hinting to an elongated process.

How time changes

complexity’s beautiful dry hands

red brick by red brick --

by simplicity’s beautiful cracked hands

grey swipe by grey swipe.