Sunday, August 28, 2005

Some short early pieces - all from 1992-95

A STRANGER WITHIN


A man who lives on the outside of his skin
forever
is he who dies being a stranger within.




WITHIN THE HEART


The truly man of calm is he
who has a silent turmoil within
his heart.



INSIDE THE HEAD


Place not one vision between the eyes
but the whole vision inside the head.



RULER


Many wish to be an earthly Ruler, yet
such Rulers rule with a sadness in heart.





BLOODHOUND


I see your face in Everyone.
I see you in All.

I haven't found your body yet.
I'm following the Call.

MAN OF BEING

I'm looking
for someone

to shred away
the skin

as if it were flaky
porcelain,

to pull out the tender
flesh below,

the rarest of reddened
sinews,

and bring the neglected insides
to the top

like a man wearing his
tissues

tendons and bones as
his mask.

A glorious man of being.


An early poem from around 1992

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Moon in Arcos

I left the moon in Arcos behind
as I flew above the skyline
of a reddened-yellow field of light;

this was a flight from one shifted moment
to the next like a transition that calls
us forth upon another journey.

We shall be known by our actions
in all times

and thus must mark our own passing
in appropriate ways.


15.34
16.8.05

We struggle

So much for the answers, so much for the quest;

did I say I hear voices in my chest?

We have our blueprint, our very own design:

we sigh, longing to hear amongst the grind

of our daily binds, screechings of white noise.



00.11
30.7.05

Monday, August 01, 2005

Losing time

Here I am;
drinking music, playing wine,
losing time.

I didn’t come here for the fish bowl,
or the food plate, or the sofa.

Comfort and pleasure can be had
yet I have no wish to engrain them.

I did not come here for this.
I did not come here for this.


00.03
30.7.05