EVERLASTING HOMELESSNESS

scrambling to find your paint smeared hands
unearned currency
held tightly in your fists

ridiculing your fathers,
but they founded you within deep blue shadows,
ones that actually belonged there

you found yourself there,
if understanding stands alone,
you searched and searched.
together you were sewn, however,
endlessly
unfailingly
still being knit together, even now
knotting, unknotted
knotting, unknotting
unknotted. unknotted.

ropes, inside it had cities of bronze,
and glitter batteries with fuel consistently increasing
love never ceasing
your heart, inside,
your palm continues to beat
a steady rhythm,
when i hold your hand,
when i hold your hand,
i can hear it drumming
bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum

winds ran beside us
down the rabbit hole
we fell:

tumbling
seeing
three times before tomorrow,
hearts fell into deep darkness
knives stuck from your pores
faces gleam
rings crash to the ground
falling upwards
five pianos
with five angels, i thought
coming from Elysian?

prefer letters to written word

archaic instruments
falling through windows
our heels click, hells remiss
wormholes twist
spines attach to miniature cities

icebergs of love
press into sparrows' breast
all sparrows, are we?
sword over us
saw feathers as we dug for worms
dirt under fingernails

silent bruise
expressionistic paintings
upon further examination, your
seeping words
melting glass
heart
(over matters, you see)
was never here

segmented heart,
what do you see?
lass,

floating in that sea
of g----

to your Creator.
He will mend,
sew,
breathe life
into the deep void (He will fulfill)

tiptoes,
whispers,
promise rings,
tiny beds for little princesses,
little fingers reaching towards the stars,
eyes lit up (though darkness abounds)
we should learn from them (of innocence and free spirit)

My tears
are in these jars
(I present to You)

You take
and
exchange them for golden sparkles,
shimmered love,
powdered songs,
serenaded.


Awakened heart

There are harmonies
between Your breaths
when You speak,
Your words,
diamonds,
flutter around the room
and fall like ashes to the floor;
the wind (Your ancient breath)
carries them to souls hidden
behind these walls.

The stones may engulf You but
Your music still resounds
in the bark of the tree,
under the rushing brook,
in the multifaceted wings of a butterfly,
a lover,
Your soul,
I still hear
the echo.

there is unmistakable truth in Your words
they speak
endlessly, they
cut
so deeply, they
gnaw
at the very essence of our being.
You awaken
when everything is asleep
when conquered fortresses
ask Your name,
it is revealed
with unmistakable truth
the earth rattles
the mountains whisper
Your name
my heart deciphers
the secrets of time
untraveled


but You
still
remain a mystery

tiptoe, tiptoe.

"psst,
follow me"



(
there are places more
distant than these)