Happy Saint David’s Day
to all the wee Welsh folk.
… San Dafydd Hapus 🏴
Category: Poetry
To Him They Belong
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
Vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
Grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Lovers ~ Before and After
ISIS of CRISIS
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
where patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
The Seamstress
The Seamstress
in a state of distress
Her beautiful dress
delivered all disheveled
to the wrong person
at the wrong address
The Persistence
“I saw the best minds of my generation
destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked, dragging themselves
through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix.”
~ Allen Ginsberg
THE PERSISTENCE
The gleaning
seeking fallen fruit
after the harvesting
Neither sowing small
nor reaping big
The art of just surviving
Street wise shaded eyes
failing to disguise
a festering fever
of hidden trauma
Is this life but a test?
A trial by unholy fire?
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
Upon a Dragon’s Breath
(and the Persistence of Grace)
This existence
an enigma
A never ending search
for perfection
all wrapped up
in a shroud of destruction
From a mirror shattered
humanity’s bloodied
and battered reflection
Like a Rising Stone
Like a Rising Stone
~ un hommage
A time for life
to seek
to be found
To feel
and to be touched
To hear truth
How sweet the sound
To taste goodness
Goodness to be tasted
To love and to be loved
Without the Divine
the time of your life
. . . truly wasted
