Streams of Light

Some shadows may tarry me
but my longing aspires a rivers strength by moonlight.
The good one shall abide
and the forest will endure timber loss.
I, a lone warrior goes to the roots,
that of which has held me sturdy from
the hot headed sun.
Branches are few but is this not always so?
Pity the one who abandons the streams of light there
the eclipse may ask, “Darling avantgarde, tell me what hour this is?“
And who should answer but
the fools cry
whom slept at sunset.

The air is not still

I feel cold, too many words coming in,
a mind that knows not thyself.
Sold templates glutton with breath
many, weighing as much as one.
How does one stone folly a pyramid when
many took years to build?
I plead to sand domes, "Soothe my mortar and
fiercely blow the crumbling stones belonging to one."
One on top of the other, paying homage to the seal
whispering, "What did I build?"
They know no difference
but I can feel the debris.
The air is not still.

Two older poems

i dont adorn the grave with flowers


who can breathe my sorrow
a loners true solitude
beckoning onward shall I
who asks this?
this moving on
tears screaming walls
drowning sobbing
prisoner of suckling time
tis burdened unsettling
I must I have to
pleading resurrecting sorrow
go away from me
I beg for you amnesia
shall I ever know peace again
where are you Father God?
dropping to my knees to pray
quietly I lay at night
just staring
almighty universe
millions of stars
bringing gifts presents unwrapped
full of serene peace
led by God to ponder
HE IS ALMIGHTY
the awesomeness of you
the power of your one breath, Father
of just one
thus begot massive midnight
winds of emotions coming
light dimming tunnels bare
Father God, please make yesterday never be

Child of mine
please let go
I am with you
its always been this way

I want to
run free in tall wild grass
birds chirping birds flying
owning blue skies
watch me Father
see how your breeze catches me
smiling in the wind as it touches my teeth
makes me just wanna run

seasons of your permission
my Fathers Holy parameters
my suffering was not your doing
I blamed you father
in my mourning I made you small
but your abundant loves comes
swiftly running
to my graves of stillness

my savior declaring
hearing his voice
you who belongs to me
boundaries in my seasoned caves
why do you sit in mourning?
where are the bodies of the graveyard?
fooling you that your love lays still in soil
when this is not so
let me in, dear child
I shall reveal our loves dwelling

Father, how can I
embrace this giving in
yielding to
the wondrous smile of untouched hope

lingers on such loss
laying liken a soul of old trees
dew offering its scent
leaves blowing winds
mimicking an ocean of memories
pondering on my Father God
I his child, seeded with much
I want to hear the voice of my love
I want to smell the body of my heart ache
unpredicted tornados keep coming
regrets of moments to show love
shadowed thoughts upon tombstones
oh, you horrific merry go round
adorning this grave with flowers
my love, you have no need of them
breathing a Fathers spirit
but envious of you, my love
so lucky
no moments of I go to
coming your way
I go to nature I go to TV
I go to music I go to loved ones
I go to past I go to missing you

“dear child of mine“
“go to truth of death anew”

Father
held in your wings my love
is
truth must declare
heavens endearing dwelling
untiring caring untiring nurturing
your smiling my love
the surreal peace of his presence

death then anew has come
this soil fooling me with finality
there being no such thing
death has united eternity
stays the mourning of changing form
brightness glowing all encompassing
oh sweet heavens love
your open fields of tall grass
roads of healing
mirroring his resting nest
my fathers spirit
agony seeking its flight
he removing insane anguish
grief falling off of me
winter storms changing moments of time
a saviors cross touching my sorrows white


I want to run to
wild grass truths upon tombstones
the flowers the cut grass
showing the still mourning
willful storms of yesterday
discovering smiles of quiet deserts
his loyalty to never abandon
blessed my mourning of no more
Almighty Loving God
your sweeping in
rescuing up
bringing home
heavens' wombs of eternity
my love is

I know where you’re
you don’t need my I go to’s
your breathing
the delights of his swaddling
I don't adorn your grave with flowers
I am gathering these pedals
can you see them above me
my grief is soaring away, my love
Father,
when my purpose is finished
you will come for me as well
finally to experience
what my love had been doing
...all this time
...smiling
just a smiling