The moon is the queen, sky motherThe sun is the king, sky father They love and they need each other I pray, seeking to uncover The secrets of their true wonder How they shine, oh, so brilliantly How they love us, yes, distantly They make love during their eclipse See the bright touching of their lips Their love endures, persistently Continue reading
Morning coffee brew
Give me cream and two sugars – and then I will talk Continue reading
Depression comes fast
like a thief in the dark night breaks into a house steals your sense of sanity robs you of all you hold dear Continue reading
Are you ready for summer?
And days that burn bright and hot? This year will be like no other; fears of the virus are naught Continue reading
Texture of a leaf
Smooth and tender in your hand Sprouting from the tree Continue reading
Above clouds of grayish-blue
we see a blazing orange sky;how did we get up here? we’ve stopped asking why
We desire to see the world
and all its glorious sights, we travel anywhere we wish we fly through colorful nights
How did we attain this power?
We really do not know, we go anywhere at any hour come with us and we will show.
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Lazy dog lies down
In shade away from the sun Waits for noonday treats Continue reading
Deep in the woods at night
I came upon an awful sight a corpse, ashen and stiff it was quite a terrible fright
The body was by the cliff
and suddenly it did shift I screamed, ran like hell my legs moved very swift Continue reading
Triumph of underworlds,
drag me down to depths with low-lifers, soul-slicers we sing a dreadful tune of praise for dreary gods in a minor key, keyed in to secrets of specter selves Continue reading
Watching the horizon, bright sun rising above
baking the desert this lonely morning
I came here for mystical union, total silence
but the mighty sun cares not this morning
What of the Desert Fathers, who searched for love
retreated to their cells in the morning?
Did they unlock secrets, away from violence
find perfect solitude in quiet mornings?
I’ve read their books, listened to their tales,
but the words escape me this morning
I want my eyes to be removed of scales,
like St. Paul seeing Jesus in the morning Continue reading