complete capitulation

dawn doesn't decide completion
   re-energized past depletion

urge merges with thrust
   motion bound up with true trust
shackled inside lust

syllables in warm breath spell out
   surrendered frailty devout

feathery

  altogether feathery
& like pillows cool side ever up
  are feelings stirred by beauty
sweeter than reality is willing to release
  from prisons where truth is held unjust(ly)

116(A Mono Rhyme)

Sonnet 116 never strays,
Nor within my heart decays.
For sweet love possesses no grays.

Cupid's dart does not merely graze,
But sets seeking souls ablaze
With togetherness to amaze.

Soft words arent just cliches
When backed by beauty which conveys
That better balm against malaise.

Let me believe for all my days,
The truth which 116 displays.

True View(Mono Rhyme)

When who I hoped to be discovered you
Togetherness seemed firmly fixed with glue;
So no other circumstances felt true,
And mind forgot so-called logic it knew.
As all was replaced by skies ever blue.

Now heavens hold a far different hue,
And sorrow would claim that it is most true.
Though heart knows such is not the proper view,
And within lies what fate cannot subdue.

Fallen Leaves

We sweep them away
 Or crush them beneath firm feet
To make pointless paths
 Which never lead to home sweet
Or shine beyond known surface

Ugly autumn leaves
 Elsewhere much fairer than these
In moments unique
 Enough to call me liar 
As far as colored heart sees

squeeze(mono rhyme)

 weary of ill-ease.

autumn leaves; victims of breeze.

  color disagrees.

still stillness is a disease,
   in moments nothing foresees.

lessening light flees
    from coming chill which would freeze.

though hope would so tease
     of eternity of trees
and poetry sometimes agrees. 

comely source

   cheeks change color
in daydreams and
   remembrance of
resent affections shone,
   like a thousand solar discs
which promise never to burn.
   though nothing so very strong
never leaves behind any scorch.
   unless eclipsed by sweet union
with comely source.

endorphins are born when i forget reality

  there's a pretty false door in front of me
for ornamental purposes only
  heart tells tall tales that it contains everything
and sometimes convinces mind to agree
  especially when i am most lonely
and desperately desire such sweet upswing

under a bridge somewhere

the interstate makes the sidewalk beneath it shake
from large trucks owned by people who never haul things.
how is it the homeless man below does not wake,
and undisturbed, sweet bluebird still constantly sings?
i'm practically perturbed by ruckus ears hear.
still, at least those other aspects remain yet clear:
the silence of a man who has found peaceful rest,,
the sound of nature now exquisitely expressed.

pure dream

i had a soft dream
 pure as any
candlelit church

it started with
 sacrament of lips

then ran comely course
 linear though with
such sweet progression
 of moments
which seemed as
 sacred cycle
unburdened by
 the temporary nature of things


 

Blue Moon(Acrostic)

Blurry no longer imaginings 

latch on with intensity

underneath earth's satellite

eager to expose heart

More so than ever

optimistic thoughts

originate so serenely

newly released from dark

chords

my hands know no actual guitar chords.
affected soul strums best beauty affords,
such silent music if heart ever heard;
melodies to invoke renewal stirred.

adolescent are arriving time-ticks
beyond what logic possibility predicts;
when i allow tender moments like this,
and experience sweet love which exists.

masterwork

man-made angles intersect

with nature's expressive lines

to create art before eager eyes

and observation appears essential

to complete this moment's masterwork

afternoon showers

cold cloud-bursts
break up daylight
into slivers shone
behind closed eyes.

was it lightning
all along?

no,
yellow hue tells my soul
of always somewhere sunshine.

The Integrity Of Grace

Ample are honeysuckles
even within worst of wintertime
while amnesties have arrival
in heart tethered to highest heaven.

And eternal is sweet springtime
to those who seek benefits divine
from soft Source self surrenders to;

With intention like unto pure flame
fed by showers in summertime
undaunted, never extinguished;

And fair qualities to dismiss
lingered notions that Love's Truth fragments
by unnatural fall from Grace.

serenades of silence

serenades of silence
never mangled any pretty tune
or took extended coffee breaks
from which they never returned

so i'll simulate existence cloistered
where life's drama loses exposure
and echoes are entirely empty
of all 'errors' which once hurt me

commute

divvy up drive-space

between bicycles and ego

tiny dinosaurs flee before progress

over sidewalk blemished by breakage

with bounce allocated to span's length

sun causes pores to bleed clear

in floridian august

F- & F+ are various degrees of failure

On hill, looking down at horizon
I realize there aren't really
Any elevations around here.

Descriptions are curious things;
Dependent on particular moments.

Compulsion is to erase consequence
And find forever fairy tales a la mode,
After a fashion, without fictitious foundation.

Prohibitions

Heart produces such visions

conjured in conjunction with mind.

What is cause of collisions 

When sweet truth seems so well-defined?

Perhaps fearful conditions

Douse flames between every eye blink. 

Such painful prohibitions 

cause the very sun to shrink.

Oh, That This Time Together Could Last Forever

Replaced is our sliver moon-lamp

By yellow orb revealed in east.

Upon green grass dew is now damp.

Soon moist lips must exist released.

Other forms of existence plead

As necessity beyond this.

Reality simply won't cede.

Though, I'd rather remain in bliss.

Vessel

Thunder echoes without answer
beside contemplation of you

I hold zero understanding
of everything heart knows as truth

Storm looms larger than soul's power
to harness wind for softer shores

Though love exists as bright beacon
my vessel is denied pursuit

GOD

 , are You simply a bystander

or do You suffer along with me

until everything works itself out 

into some facsimile of alright?

 

I realize You aren't much of a wand-waver nowadays,

though I would surely appreciate such as that likewise.

Happenstance Happens

I also fear what is authentic 

Because because can turn brittle

Except in my favorite films

Towards where they roll the credits 

With absolute uncertainty

I place forward as firm belief

To the best of my abilities:

Sometimes happenstance surpasses

And serendipity changes

Every everything which happens

Slightly

Slightly inebriated 

Slightly sad

Slightly slighted

By vague I-forget-whats

Slightly gains in intensity

Though I can still write poetry

yardsticks

now then they themselves

alter attributes to gain

though likewise lose much

every decent thing dissolves

despite all effort to trust

while worth yet matters

within world we inhabit 

yardsticks fail enough

wood warps far too easily

and gold isn't practical 

I Believe

Collective conclusions do not favor

Noble notions as proper persuasion.  

Though towards adieu I do not cater,

And see likelihood painted by colour

Cerulean with substantive substance.

Enough that enough provides evidence

Of Love's properties which always prosper

In elsewhere, if not entirely now. 

why(mono rhyming acrostic)

when everything behind is in front of eyes

hellish repetition exists to chastise

your attempts at more meaningful soft reprise

digital picture

your digital picture

so sharp on screen

is considerably closer

than if i never knew

imagination enough

to envision things softer

it winks once in a while

to arrest greater insanity

it's as if sometimes

my dreams of you are

1/100th as well 

as more wanted reality

Unable To Comply

Sad absence of what I wish for

Does not define me as tragic.

Unless such description is owned

By those who would be passionate.

Without even prickly thorn path,

Unable to crawl broken glass;

I'm beggarly without regress.

And when not so very humble

Labeled throughly a mad man.

fabric

faded graphic on

shirt you sent

reminds me of

impermanence 

& importance of

specialness

beheld from distance

by myself without means

to correct tiny holes

inevitable 

within fabric

now just where did i put that candle?

like pale word dirigibles

in outlandish comic strip

my intentions make escape

another sweet sedative

bottled by anheuser-busch plant

emptied, then tossed on green grass 

allow me to litter with alliteration:

damn darkness does so much fucking damage

while light enlightens with the proper wick

ignited to instigate some insight 

pain

some aches fade away to annoyance

duller cousins of persistent anguish.

other agonies centered around heart

hold as cruel asphyxiation always.

and i have no answer as which one

this despair will end up belonging to.

continuous

'bad guys avoid the raindrops'
 or any other saying
 which allows me to survive
 
 desire of serenity
 is almost as contagious
 as want of certain beauty
 witnessed though ever denied
 
 with necessity obliged
 perhaps i wouldn't have need
 to invent helpful phrases
 or imagine sanity

sun

through present storm
with sweet knowledge
such will never own
consistency of sun

my surface chilled
though deeper warm

i'll thrive like thistles
with dandelion soul

Con te partirò

I bequeath unto your heart what your heart may hold

Whispered within quiet of what is possible

insistent by actions agreeable to soft soul

lest fragile beauty's promise be ever broken

lest brevity defines what burns ever brightly

God gathers each of my secret wishes for you

of this my spirit remains confident in truth

Wondrous wide imaginings within mortal mind

illustrate what dwells far deeper concerning love

the likes of which expression can't completely explain

here within often harsh human limitation 

Yearning is no yoke while yielded to such magic

occurring above any practicality 

underneath nothing else in the whole universe

enough

gray underbelly of white fluffy cloud creatures

shows me so many different wild animal shapes.

there goes that one girl i used to know floating on by

like barnacle on bottom of things of more interest.

above bumper crop of failure i find better stuff.

in my mind i can abbreviate each amputation

enough.