To Be Or Not To Be, Is Never A Question

I am, I was, and I will always be

Though in this haze obscured, often hard to believe

For this cacophony of souls sometimes will drown or disguise

The animal crouching behind green eyes

To suggest that I have forgotten the blade

Or vows freely spoken in those empty glades

Is to belittle this heart I have chosen to save

All that I stand for, and all that I gave

Forged in fire, in flood.. in bliss

I am your thorn, your dream, your kiss

I am this person, an accumulation of time

I am freely yours, but I am always mine


In Repose

Sunlight dances on the pool of an iris

Blue-green shifting depths of want

A pen slips on the pale flesh of pages

Grown brittle with sun, yellow with time

Tattoo of poetry, ink-stained impassioned graffiti

Mapping obscurities with a burning wrist

Candle light flickers like sentience

Half-glimpsed epiphanies in spiral galaxies of knotty pine

My wooden chair is planted to the floor

Questing roots sent deep into the heart of terra

Where neural pathways of forest and field

Are humming songs I sing in my sleep

Here is where my spirit is born

Anew, from the womb of solitude

Each time I close my eyes

Nebulous clouds of metaphor

Are birthing stars who will burn long after I am gone

For any who choose to wish on them

A Stranger To Yourself

Even at midnight

When the swollen moon

Hung heavy

As a woman ripe with child

She remained

A stranger to you


Softly she would stroke

Pale flesh

Pulling your waters

With the gentle insistence

Of a lover

Tugging at the sheets

Trying to unveil you

Lay bare those stark divides

Where sunlight

Was far too modest

To lay his kisses


Still you would turn

From that darkened window

Having no urge

To undress

Un-zip your religion

Slide wiggling from your jeans

As a snake would

Leave desiccated childhood

With pride

To wither in his wake


Lamp-lit obscurity

Illumines nothing

But bare walls, and

Man-made ramparts

Fending off advances

From the armies of darkness

When the Knowing

Is so close

Beyond your panes


I see both of your faces

Framed with metaphor

As your gaze finds me

One side smiling

Like a Jack of Hearts

While the other

Is cast in shadow

As you look away

From night