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.