Deliberately Happen

Today, like an odd day way back when,
When it got way out of hand
When Kings and Queens would pretend
And everyone around them would play along.
Today, It could deliberately happen.
A scenario would act out just so.
I’d start it, & let it go.
I’d make it go, and all characters
circling like satellites
would play along too.
Then, It got way into hand.

affirmance

A straight and steady wave rolls in,
Seems dull white as might a beam of lamp light,
To splash and settle over doubt
before the poll’s in.
It’s both calm sweater cozy,
It’s storm weather crazy that might
send you off ;
A campfire’s coughing light.
I did swear
Where the needs there
Fall to knees
& call the seas for
A straight and steady wave that does roll in

Renewal

It’s the quicksand edge of a rain squall
It’s a sick man on the ledge of it all
It’s the shore shifting in a violent fright
In a midnight storm
In a maybe might/
A long winter before the glint and glimmer
of words onto daybreak’s birdsong,
When enough renewal’s been suffered to,
Enough burning and churning and yearning
has been laboured through

Veils

For a fog moon to furnish imagery
for a folktune where god wears a gauze skirt
and her veils are gauzy also
and she makes a mind wander
and her beauty as a gypsy
clouds all misery
loud with clarity
as a harsh sun must show one
the world scoured over.
We would want again and miss the mystery
Maya makes the sky.

Sketchy Sanctuary

Some seem to see the floor of the sea
as a sketchy, yet effective sanctuary.
They’re thinking, I think, that it’s tucked away
good. Could be quite quiet.
Would be you’d dream good there.
Sure, it goes that you must breathe much slower.
Sure, bluegreen cracks for surface lightening.
But, You’ll see that jeweled fishes,
Stilled with witness,
Flee at the softest flourish.
And bets are..sandbeds are busy with movement.
How can my dreams take when I’m floating awake?

clout

Another clown rules things
or rather, is let to
Another cloud rolls in
or rather is stiletto made to
Another King and Queen
marry for Peace
Another thing I’ve seen
They’ve nary a taste in their very own domain, tho’
Another pussy cat caresses & purrs for her food
Another lovelike gesture misunderstood
Another dark maneuver
to deliver a need
cajoled from a kingdom, a lover;
lies indeed

big moony skies

I’ll give a knowing nod
To the brother on the iPod
“I rub my wounds with alcohol”
I love the sound of fuck all
I feel everything but small
enraptured under big moony skies
Where prayers stand a chance,
Where joy awakens eyes,
Guts are calm, for hearts beating restless,
& There’s a man and moon romance.

stirred

mean clouds meant to be prominent
as bursting grapes, in purple paint
An angry wind make night sounds
sound the mightier
Something way too alive will storm through
then will grow faint
Taking leave
of this area and evening here
Leaving us stirred, and mightier,
And now saved by our safe.