A thousand feet of mist
Steady steps seasoning gestures
The living are alive
The dead are alive
With more desire than incarnation
With more blinks more words
Scars of salt here disappear
Lifting your right foot towards the sun
Tag Archives: ETERNITY
A little Poetry
Without any tricks
Miracles become the marginal role
Weighing my skin in this darkness
The voices
The names
The hands of my old man trembling upon my chest
Collecting armful shelves
Inscribing the birthed punctuality
The brief audience spinning for change
Confined leprosy passageways
Guiding me combed
Licking my quoted head
Erratically removing the paganism instilled
The talks the white bearded temples
Angel crashing with gloom
Waiting for me to readjust with touch
Their cross with tiny marbles
Terracotta beads with fruit
Purple thorns with passion
Forging their hung air with memory
Their wounded feet with livers
With livers who process impatiently
Who love organically and true
Red Bird who Loves me
Do you see him
Berry eyed with dark hints of trauma
Above my head he sits
Where the air is rude
And still dominated
Craving nothing but lunar waters
He knows my secret code behavior
The stigmata in these arms of mine
Double looping my necklaces to amputate
Fixing my wild machines
My devious equivocations
Nested between two seas suspended
Footing my pride in the opaquely precipices
Mothering me curtained
With his terror loving organs
Flapping possibility oxygen
Red migrant bird
I must confess
Faith often gags me saintly murderous
Been drinking religion forgetting my confirmation
And if this is the fluid in which we meet
Hearten my blood bloom clean
Remembering my sleep
Uncrossing my position
For our ruby fate
In the net where mortal visibility miserably hides
Disturbing mirrors
Shifting clarity for the polished shoulders
Pacing insanely sniffing eternity
Smell me red bird
Do you like my inconstant green
Vividly singing on your precarious flight
Give my lips your breast to nourish
Tell God he is my only Christ
Walking my kindness unstained
Hieroglyphic me Myself
I live here
Twice on Sunday
Where I stand swallowing cold air
Most of the time I meditate
And the message believes me
Bending my blue garment unloose
Amazed compassionately idling
In the hum of my voice
Witnessing this wait
My lecturing best
Linguistic settling fate
Curling grass for sun
The sun thinks nothing of this
She is mystical and wild
Tired of my dark crime
Prefers my trembling gentility
It’s loving kleptomaniac decor
Wandering flowered parallels
Trusting my spirits aftertaste
Apologies let me explain
Under this roof they sit
Rising the words of this poem
Loosening my simple face
Craving my generations gone
Their tidal kneed cribs
The ancestral headstone puzzlement
Where lions once caged their roars
Refusing the heart eased feed
Tonguing unhappiness anorexia
Setting my mad brilliantly free
Sighing dust particles
Fusing their death in my dreams
For you
I have abandon’d my theme
Which does not appear comprehensible
Your love was all
For I have missed you
Your faithful goodbyes
Touching this personality in the midst of my thirty seventh year
Hovering steadily defining my previous life
Why?
Why me?
I don’t want this knowing
Of universe versed lines devouring force
Vivifying the modernized greed
Anticipating uncivilized religion
For I seek nothing but natural death
The actual living light of rapture and adoration
Carefully knowing in the luminosity of it’s own
Man me with Spine
Look at me
Arrogating lined garments
For the sleeved revolutionizing boom
Enfolding your chested coffined bones
Agitate our bird spine to steel
Spleen us buttoned cities
Pining moral genders to garden
Prickling the humming grace of our songs
Look at me
War soldiering missile
Bare me your battle corpse
Your grieving maggot ranked throat
Astute your debris to conquer
Rest your menacing beating heart
Your stained dismay
Humanity manning feebleness
Come to me lovely delivering souls
Come to me dressed in your bequeathing vertebral joy
Evermore commission nights ardently in the reciprocity for this childbearing existence
