Pier to pier we float, Never drifting Never sinking. At glow of dusk, we hold to resting, Falling, Migrating to visions of our thinking, While waves be gently crashing. Our souls basking, Filling the moment without waking. Our eyes forming, Minds creating. Beholden to nothing, Souls bathing Questioning Figuring, molding. Pier to pier, We wake, Separating Realizing, Seeing, The ocean widens, spreading
Teeth to skin Tongue to body Breaking nectar of a peach So collided like such That moment, A succulance upon the soul Beautifully drenched This whethered heart, Oh, never forgotten Like an oak in a field of green So stands that second, That luscious collision But so thus dies a leaf And thus, poor soil beneath our tree. So withered the flavors The roots, I so thought could be.
_Tongue_ I have no tongue to speak, Except for that Which I have witnessed That which I have, But bares the evidence Of witness. What is a tongue, That speaks only of itself, Only if its desire Its ritual of pain It suffered days, By memory of trauma. I have only a tongue, That shapes to my thought Shapes to my moment. What is a tongue, That contorts For gain Through medium of victim Through temptation of man,
Rise, Like beams of sun Rushing down the hills The mountain peaks of distance The rolling, horizon. Rise, Though the winds of life howl, Stand, Though demons Press against your chest. Rise, Like the excited child of the morning, Like innocence of things unknown Be blissful, like a child of…
_Surrendered, Not Lost_
_Surrendered, Not Lost_ How does one separate, Like dew from morning rays, How, Does one become singular, When all about Is many eyes Many ways Many things that perplex and change. How, Does one find space For breath, For thought, When all days, Are of rushing cars And daily hours…