Tear Streams in Renditional Evolution

Poetic rendition 3:

Todays our eyes fill with tears
from a voice, a song once filled our ears
could quench an aching world, today, back then
if we'd just all fall in love....again.

O' gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends of yesteryear and morrow
and set sail on these saline streams...
toward remember-when - foretold in dreams.



Poetic rendition 2:

Todays tears in our eyes
from hearing a voice, a song back then
could quench an aching world,
if we'd just all fall in love....again.

O', gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends
and set sail on these saline streams...
toward remember-when.

There - time and distance, have no say
There - we RE-arrive to not part ways
and what was once,
is happily, magically...always.


Original Poetic Rendition

There - time and distance, have no say
There - we RE-arrive to not part ways
for what is now, will become "once"
happily --  magically -- always.Todays tears in our eyes
from hearing those songs back then
could quench an aching world,
if we'd just all fall in love....
gather up those endured sorrows
my lovely friends
and set sail on these saline streams...

What is Not Reveals What Is

Who we are not, weathers through time
be it by water, wind, will or wine.
Gazing at the talus of our becoming
Amidst the course, drifts the fine.

Our purpose is to bear the breeze
With lips to cup, till weakened knees
Besotted within a life between
Pre-eternal, post eternity.

Thirsting through our body’s gristle
flows the milk beneath the thistle
you, true content sans container
Are pulsing spirit, interstitial.

Life as we [don't] know it

Oh, Beloved,
since finding me,
you have ruined my life
and enlivened my death.

What more can one offer
in gratitude and remembrance.

This duality confounds me. 

You are not my opposite, 

Nor I yours.

The closest I can come 

to being One with You, 

is to first be nothing. 

And how do I make work of this? 

Unity lies in the infinite distance

of the great artists vanishing point,

I need only look to the farthest horizon 

in this portrait of life.

It is

It is our silence He hears.
It is our thirst that drinks.
The heart pumps harder, when we bleed.
It is the lightness of absence
that moves the tides of company.
It is the vast emptiness
in which the enormity of the beloved
discloses.

This love is going to kill me

This love is going to kill me,

Each remembered kiss a slice

to my heart, drawing rivers of words,

to exsanguinate on pages upon pages

of never-ending, ending.

Love bleeds like a sorrowful spring

and yet I keep defending, defending.

Tonight is a night to embrace the lover

to rattle our shells from our ocean's echo

and stir like soul winds wound

in contrapposto... An inhale cedes

In a sigh sweet staccato.

Within the offset sheets of folded rose skin

cured as parchment, pages to be opened

A torch cast shadows on the hearts wall

The rose is illuminated by and all

born from the light of creation.

Impregnated by dew, grape swells to a drop

to burst and roll down the blade

of the vintner's sword into the goblet

O tiny red ocean, O fermentation

release me now, the ransom is paid.

He said I've plucked many roses

from countless bushes

Placed them in fine crystal vases.

But you are a garden

and I, to die,

have been placed within you,

In placeless places.

This one catches flight on anothers breeze

so many cross winds to the sea

This one leather, that one caramel

to be brindle, to be softened

Kun faya koon, kun faya koon

Be, so it is to be.

Oh God, I hate this distance,

that keeps my mouth watering.

Watering for Thee.

Whispering

I have discovered

that God whispers 

among those who proudly proclaim love.

The latter takes us for loves fool 

but I take the whisperer 

as a lover. 

Just whisper.

Grandfather

his skin looked like tree bark... 

and he died on the outside. 

but inside, he was still a tree. 

a big wise tree.