And today my one strife is emblazoning incisions in a tome
For an open-heart surgery. And today I beat against – beat my body to a pulp –
Stone archways and doorways all through an imaginary Rhine divested of
Character. The phrase “I’m poor” wringing my inner-ear like cat candy.
Today I feel – how worthless –“I feel” “I feel;” These are completely words
I churn into a somnolent machine who refuses to transmit joy,
And cracking the code means putting your head in an oven. What?
Tag: inspiring
Break me gently
Be spilled your light this
song has been the companion
Of my soul for before I was born
Hushing followed like a quiet
A cracking home and the walls
Fall down to you bowed
Sentries silk and armor
Labor
Labor of my soul, lover
Of myself, go gently
Into glory, you spoke
Me into life.
One secret gentle in abundance
Explored me tender ‘til
I find myself a small surrender
A last memory framed
in grass and light where
Walks an angel savior of my silent
Soul, humble and old
Ancient friend, ahead of me
before.
A small crack
Into eternity render me
Oh most love, sweet ripe and life
And the pain of over beauty
And the bigness of heavens
The sounds in this sky and all skies
Jewels in and out of myself
Encrusting the very birth of
Every new possible
Every growth in light
The birth of lights and
Awe in everlasting
Everlasting
Everlasting
Last.
The majesty
Is
Always
Stars.
I sensed a chorus underground
Lurched the shoes and smoke,
would break cathedrals in half
when it sounded up from the rock.
In a dirty limestone city of Christ
The underworldly plains rolled out
bruising skies, and birds the size
of men, who rattled in their clothes
The gems between their fingers
glittered like red stars from roofs
and opening the thick black dirt
grew and grew a quiet coliseum the
voices marching up
Did you know your
Inner words your
swirling sentences
That they can
they can
steam up
steam up your sockets
That they can light up
You
And that
You
can be
The light in the room
In lieu of power and
Rage
Or for exploding:
Love and shout
A toast to self
Just the beautiful Your
Reality
Of that
Which is humanly
And truly
ocean-deep,
It draws jeers
And tears all the same-
did you know
that
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