Deep in my heart
I’m Praying
and living on the
long incantation
of yesterday…
So that tomorrow,
I might dance the
right way.
For the peace
and trust
of today.
The truth
of my dreams
whispers
to the center
of my brain,
while God is
watching
us all
have our turns.
*
She’s somewhere
I’m in folds
My realm is
coming clean
My story,
Almost ready
to be told
*
My head is so full
I tremble
every day
*
I rest
in the light
of the full moon
on a rock
by the shore.
The shore of the ocean
The ocean of dream
Watch the waves crash
Watch the water caress me
*
The same rock
that’s drug me down
caused me to drown
and taught me
the importance of pain
and the mystery of death
*
The same rock
sparks passion
and I think LOVE is etched
on its face
but I’m not too sure
*
The same rock
I AM
*
I feel hunger
and
frustrations edge
“Don’t look to hard,
Forget not
the woe
of the spirit
of the desperate
heart”
I feel like a wet
rag doll
in the hand
of desire.
Thornbirds can be
like vultures
burning like rain on fire
Vision
and
Vision subdued
(crown of thorns,
me and you)
Makes me cultivate
a garden of roses
and weed the field
as I search
for you
*
(slow turns)
*
And if I tighten up
and
walk along
the shore
And if my eyes
become forlorn
and if I scream
at the faces
in the rain
and if I try to escape
my pain
I will never
never
never
give up again.
And if I kiss the oblivion
or
forget, again, my name
I cannot forget
the memories
I cannot forget
But if I can’t go on
and cannot tell you who I am
or where I’ve been
perhaps your sun will
shine
on me
and perhaps
I’ll
just
go
home.
*
perhaps
this should have
ended a long
time ago
*
Wavering
in a moment
of doubt
I watch forever
burn like tinder
as I
stop to ponder
the streets
our feet
seem to wander
And pause
to take in
the beauty
I always see
and halted
at the treachery
always assaulting
me.
Time moves along
and I’ve been silent
so far,
but my soul
is
Louder
and my eyes
are open
so is it time
that is moving…
or is it
just me.
*
Risen