| DREAM
WATCHER
in these walls
a shadow plays
within these walls
a shallow grave
quiet as moonlight
still as stone
an earthen vessel
marrow and bone
inner worlds
winters rain
fleeting thoughts
age old pain
tiny
shudder
a twitch a moan
old visions, lovers
all alone
hammer
and chisel
crack of stone
saw on mortar
not our home
watching sleep
guarding rest
internal life
left unguessed
feeling, aching
close not near
body echoes
age old fear
Soon awaken
world anew
Mine unbroken
you?
3/26/04
Apartment near old town square
in Prague. Watching my lover dreaming, while snow falls on laborers
replacing cobblestones in the street below.
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COMMITMENT
commitment
mind soul body
naked in spirit
at the edge
agony ecstasy
when eternity,
reaches conclusion
anything nothing
is better
commitment
no condition
no remorse
no consolation
no wisdom
naked desire
the animal
beneath our skin
moments of nothing
in dawns twilight hour
more than love
more than passion
commitment
as you draw breath
in life
in death
all you are
all you will be
one moment
all eternity
commitment
5/06/2002
SWANDIVE OF GREATNESSS
Steps taken
Rules broken
The winding path
To the swandive of greatness
The finest choice
The most glorious flight
Worshipped by all
Witnessed by none
Falling forever
Into the sun |
NIGHT WATCHERS
They guard the night
and greet the day
have only pleasant
things to say
The nightwatchers
in shades of gray MY OLDEST FRIEND
You can not know my pain
it is mine and mine alone the hollow echo of your own
may give you compassion
but that is all my pain is my oldest friend
I know it
and it knows me EXPECTATIONS backpack rucksack
place for my stuff
cold day warm faces
going away
collection of peoples
not yet friends
willing able afraid
depends
first question
first pause
a summation
a novation
hesitation
too early to choose
suicide to lose
more coming
play it safe
pray
not to late
Written in Dublin waiting to board a bus for week tour of Southern Ireland |
REFLECTION
The time will come
and I will go
All that has been
all I have known
My body lain peaceful
in eternity
Waiting in silence
close to the sea
Who will remember
Who will recall
My passing moments
None and all
Will it have mattered
Did anthing change
Was there a purpose
Had I remained
Would I do it over
Live it again
Be kind to my neighbor
Make enemy friend
Or whore till daylight
Day after day
So i'd have memories
as I rest in the grave
Or spend my life struggling
to change rich from poor
Or discover some truth
none discovered before
Might I just live
a day at a time
and wonder the same
as I did the first time
Now in this moment
With one certainty
All else seems possible
Impossibly brief
Written in Monmarte cemetary on a lazy saturday afternoon in June
Poems I wish I had written |