ego lowers, spirit raises
in the void our presence grazes
unbound is delight of our heart
singing for God endless praises
deer crosses the road
two eyes watch from cornfield
lonely deer grazes
As we breeze through life, just flowing along,
delighted as sunlight grazes our skin,
we know for sure this is where we belong,
as with each heartbeat we anew begin,
with God whispering secrets from within.
Bilocation between the void and earth,
has our toroidal heart bubbling in mirth.
Spring blossoms litter the floor
a gold sun grazes the door
warmth thawing the icy swing
freezes in— my frozen core
is it in my head, us?
your hand grazes mine. twice.
your eyes find mine
while we cower over books
you’re the only guy with all us girls
if it’s all in my head how come I’m soaked?
how come you’re
the only person who cares?
my sweet london how would I know
I promised to stop giving everything up
I will stop at your bus station if you
give me the ticket
I close my eyes and transcend to a place,
A place where there's no pressure to ace.
A place where serene waters flow,
Where moonlight glows.
A place where breeze lightly grazes my skin,
A place away from losses and wins.
A place where I run barefoot in the grass,
A place where I sit with my thoughts amassed.
A place beyond calm mountains and streams,
A place where my mind goes quiet from its screams.
A place where I can peacefully close my eyes,
A place where I am free from my lows and highs.
I close my eyes and transcend to a place,
A place where there's no pressure to ace.
The place—a utopian dream,
A place where serenity screams.
The door swells in its frame each winter,
paint curling like old tongues —
still you press it open with a finger,
leaving soft dents in the wood.
Inside, the walls hum from hidden wires;
plaster sighs under your barefoot weight.
Every step — a loosened nail,
a whisper of dust sliding down beams.
The windows breathe in drafts,
their single panes shivering;
no storm need rage —
your shadow is enough to rattle them.
In the hallway, wallpaper blisters;
your sleeve grazes it,
and flakes of me snow to the floor.
The ceiling, swollen with damp,
droops lower each night you sleep here —
timbers ache above your breathing.
Downstairs, the kitchen faucet drips
like a clock without courage;
your laugh sends the pipes ringing,
and the cupboards cough up ghosts.
Upstairs, in the attic, silence nests —
you climb no ladder,
yet I feel your warmth seep into rafters
where rot waits, patient.
When you close the door behind you,
its frame leans inward, yearning.
The house is always colder after.
for its heavenward ascent
each God-spark seeks love’s consent
first employing mind’s thought crutch
until it can learn by touch
spirit, a fire, grazes air
with all elements does pair
love the unifying force
shaping each earth bound soul’s course
when polarities unite
life in a womb does alight
a new born soul thus takes birth
to live life and prove its worth
without sense of ownership
the child is raised in worship
breath by breath embraced-released
that God in heaven is pleased
I’d say I know my partner pretty well:
She’s cool, so smooth, and outshines every light?
that merely grazes her—O’! what a sight!
If just that you could see what I can’t tell!
My partner is that holy, hallowed well!—
A muse and martyr, wisp and wanton sprite,
if you could catch an honest glimpse, you might
then think I’ll die under her wicked spell!
You would be right, you would be right indeed…
I am smitten—and hooked to her sweet charms;
Yeah! every night falling asleep, it’s she
who steals me, as were she a sleepy steed,
to a night-time embrace,—with drunken arms,
she slips me gently into slumber’s sea.
"Planes"
Sea planes cross my vision
the bridge gleams
in all its shining golden splendour
laughing at me
cajoling the dream
like I'm on an abstract mission
I paint the canvas in words dripping honey
amber coloured cashmere strokes softly brushing satin skin
over you dappled deep waters and your silvery shadows
recalling
the sensual shape of love
incorporal, velvet warm, flowing
in all its stars and planets
turquoise spills over you
the depth of a cool plunge
you watch on
I am treading water
an Opera in front of me
monsters underneath me
the feeling of silky fins
sandpaper grazes
the terror shelved in the forgotten
your bright smile bleeds
burning hot into me
calling me back in,
like the Sun;
somewhere underneath,
the monsters circling
watch on
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"She said, "The battle's almost won
And we're only several miles from the Sun"
Here we are, as limited body, looking
outward because senses so seduce our soul
but in doing, we assume that we are the …
doer in this dream.
Breath by breath thus, delusion slowly deepens,
hypnotising consciousness until it so
believes that all there is to it is this form …
darkness shrouds heart’s glow.
Fortunately, if we choose without excuse,
we may reclaim at any time, bliss rapture
if we but so steady the flame of thought flow …
light of Self then shines.
Who we are we know this way, when we pierce the
veil of lower mind and see without mirrors,
yet the truth so voiced may be known not to mind …
heart’s where love grazes.
Olive trees all around us
the warming sun illuminates
a mysterious walk
two strolling strangers.
One brief introduction
yet no words follow
as your warm smooth hand
grazes over mine.
Chills become clenched teeth
your head turns suddenly
I freeze like a deer in headlights
a small grin widens on your face.
The sun finally goes behind the hills
a radiance in purples, pinks, and reds;
framing your face in a soft chiffon light
rise into the lovely twilight.
Shadows move through the old lane
scurrying all about the buildings
A bottle of wine and glasses wait
Time for a toast to the Tuscan Sky.
Its the slight waft of rotting flesh
That first hits you
While the smartly dressed
Smiling warden ushers you in,
Through narrow turnstiles
There are rows of enclosures
A maze of them, a maze of the wild
Its like a snapshot of danger
A dangerous predator-laden savanna
Danger enclosed
Lions...
You will hear their shouting matches
Royal majestic roars
Like cage competitions
Even the females join in
While one stares you down
Sizing you up
Like a piece of flesh
(Well come to think of it...)
Some males lie down
Nonchalant
Amidst the noise
The leopard paces in its enclosure
Waiting for its daily ration
While the young buffalo
Grazes nervously,
Its enclosure next to the lions
They have emergency exits
Just in case...
You will spot a Serval cat
A croc, bored
And nervous rare Sokoke cats
Terribly out of place...
This December day that feels like March or April
Beckons me down to my old thoughtful spot
To the bench on the hill above the lake
Where I have discovered poems waiting for me
Behind me, the oaks are alive
With a red-winged blackbird raucous
Below me, a solitary doe grazes the tender
Emerald green left where the waters receded
"Hello, deer!" I call out to her, waving
She looks up, dewdrop eyes and ears
Like petals turned toward me curiously
A mariposa lily blooming toward my light
I feel the woodpecker’s fervent knock inside my ribcage
And the everywhere croak of a single unseen frog
Is the creak of a door I never meant to close
Slowly opening again, letting it all back in
The moss on my heart is cool in the winter sun
The lace lichen holds my dreams among the trees
And there is a brand new poem waiting for me
"Hello, dear," I say again, and this time I am sincere.
fascinated by the things
hovering in the punishing
sky. both the wicked and winged,
or the bare and featureless. pulled
along in a conveyor belt parade,
a silent march in the stratosphere.
floating forward to the place called
Limbo.
jagged horns pop the
clouds like balloons, withering skin
grazes the twilight. the softest
sky being cut into ribbons as
if it was a present that was
meant to be ripped open all along.
those foggy phantoms following
along. reaping the seeds they
sowed when they were more than
souls.
what a wonderful gift it must be
to hover over this hollow place.
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