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Thursday, January 15, 2015


Air in Motion

in my heart, once two lungs
divided a stone bell,
tolling quakes
interrupt, disintegrates
the passing of so many
beats left behind

at my awakened being side
the strike of your words
the fragrance of your breath

to the song of my perfumed silence
where the noise of your white skin
finds the metallic rhythm of untold meaning

my desires run
beyond the shape of your body
wings, petals, the unfolding valleys

within the existence of time
reeling to the brink of madness
is the sea of salty

vibrating me closer to the vital
stunned dominion
blending me with your tender pneuma


Thursday, January 8, 2015


Capillary Loops 

I feel a granulated scar 
pushed deep in the purple dark
where no compassionate face will see
the contained ripples
of pink tissue holding 
the splattered blood of shame,
the claw of hurt that
plowed down an innocent heart
in the forename of experience.

I see a smile on 
the unfathomable wound
of a ageless face,
the mirror of waters surface
concealing another time of war
mixed into a web of choices,
bones can be broken
by a mind full of salted words.

I watch fingers fondle silver
charms hanging tight
on one linked chain
the chest they sway faint upon
practiced day after day. 

I know discipline locks in the ache,
closed rib cage restricts
secrets that mix hurt 
into what can be seen
in the breaking containment of  
the expanding blue ocean
not with held from
no more or no less pain.