I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within