Argument With My Wife

Fissures become canyons
Hills, mountains.

Rivulets become torrents
Storms, hurricanes.

Silence, void of meaning, gains
Strength and power simply from the absence of

Words. Though full of meaning, they lose
Their power when trust is shaken.

Loss measured in the crucifix of time
Seeps almost effortlessly from the burden.

Still

I stand mute
Indicting myself through cowardly rationalizations

Echoes from vows at the altar
Transcend the distance.

I ache from the vast solitude
Like thunder that knows no lightning

Faint whispers of sentences understood by both
Of questions neither will answer.

Haiku: Love

I’m in love again;

Naked in thot, clothed in doubt:

A royal pauper.

Haiku: Time

Clocks and watches sweep

Days into months into years:

Where does the time go?

Haiku: Philosophy

Metaphysical

Contradictions face each other;

Mirrored Paradox.

Haiku: Story

Fiction is the truth

Imagined; Reality

Groping for its Dreams.

Gonna

Once upon a time...

...Gonna build a mansion

for my friends and I

...Gonna fill the rooms

with all the reasons why

...Gonna finally understand

And live Happily Ever After.

First Christmas Card

Bicycles in winter, Christmas in July

Boys & girls never wondering why

Theirs is the laughter that does not need seasons

Ours is the joy that understands the reasons.

Laugh like the children; become that girl or boy

Live with your heart, celebrate the joy

May yours be the best Christmas ever, by far

Sharing that precious Gift, being who you are.

Hollywood in the Sky

I stumble

Tongue-tied to the alter of my

Opinions. Reaching feudally for a god

I will never know, mastering only

My simple logic, I manage but a few odd

Words:

Is this why we toil?

Caught inexplicably between hopes still

Begging for fulfillment and unfulfilled

Dreams wishing for their final resting

Place, I consider the withering seeds I’ve sown

Year after year, day after day.

Endless in their return, virgin in

Their awakening, they wave anxiously

In the breeze, full of mindless chaff

Expecting to be set adrift with the other

Fallen leaves of Eden, bound

For another unsuspecting generation of

Idyllic wanderers.

Are they all lost in their own salvation

These creatures of capitalizm’s Christ?

Theirs is a wilderness without bushes that

Burn, without mountains that bear truth,

With plagues of their own making and

With a holy of holies where god no

Longer lives.

How I wish for one of God’s mirrors

To reflect his glory

How I hope for one of God’s songs

To sing the praises

Of their creator. I imagine somewhat faintly

His Lake of contentment rippling Quiet

Waves of peace toward my

Isolated, iconoclastic hardened heart.

I am lost in the place where so many

Are found. I am tired in the place

Where so many have rested. I fight

Like Jacob did his Angel when so

Many have simply seen their God.

Anxious, but burdened with doubt, I whisper sad

Nothings to no one, for no reason that I can

Think of, to anyone who

Can understand the faint echoes that

Struggle to escape from my soul.

The alter of opinion begs for a high priest of

Understanding and for the sacrament of

Knowledge.

I sacrifice nothing yet all I have.

This then is hell.

Prodigal Heart

My prodigal heart came home today.

I hardly knew what to say,

So strange to see it again.

I wanted to ask where it’d been

How it survived all these years.

But I found myself overwhelmed by tears

Rather than questions. Once made

Of stone, I long ago bade

It farewell as it went its way and

I went mine, numbly aware I could not stand

With this hardened friend

Nor could I spend

My entire life waiting to fall

In love without it. Sometimes I’d call,

I’d call in vain

In pain

For my heart to answer the desperate pleas.

I’d beg and often on my knees

For the walls to come down

So together my heart & I could drown

In that sea of emotions that come from giving

Completely, living

On trust and hope and belief

In the love of another. But no relief

Ever came; my heart was lost

While my world incessantly tossed

From one pretender to another.

No other

Magic could make real the illusion

That my soul truly had no confusion.

I existed alone

And had I known

It would take this long

To put the song

Back in my soul, I doubt

I’d be here to talk about

The contentment I once again feel.

Never again will my heart steal

Away.

Today

My heart’s lonely journey ended

As it arrived arm in arm with you, another heart befriended.

To the Stillness

Naked together

still regally clothed

in intimate thot

in passionate touch

your mouth, mine

my touch, yours

satisfied together

wanting more

close, …oh so close

and closer still

to the stillness

of you & I, lost and found.

In the Air

Fog hangs

in the air. Most of the time.
Fog covers morning’s glory

many a day.
Not this one. Not while the rooster crowed.

Late,

about the timethe sun dances with the evening sky,
a whisper slowly escapes as Mother Earth exhales the day.

Thin threads reach across the weathered fields of fall
suddenly full when they minutes ago seemed spent.
Fog cloaks dusk as if a bridal veil, moving

elegantly
across the sacred threshold of the rolling valley.
Silk strands silently

stride surreal
toward sunset

begging as only royalty can, with
grace, exuberance and confident gait.

No heaviness shows as the wisps embrace the breeze.
Together they tangle thoughtlessly toward their tomorrows

Unaware and uncaring.

This fog enlightens. This fog encircles. This fog embraces
the truth that point of view creates beauty, perspective
defines value and morning’s tears often simply wait till evening to
express their joy.

Dance with them.

My Cross

I
bear a cross
made
of
would.

Sure Echoes

Sure Echoes

Out here in the land of blinding lovestorms,

The dunes of desperate anguish shift as I walk

Their stinging sands. Sinking deep in steps now gone,

I slide silent across the sorrow. Simply

A mirage somewhere

for some other dreamer’s wish, I

but wish I were your oasis

In the summer breeze just passed.

Numb to love’s protection, deaf to her yearning call

I march with Legion madness to a fight

That knows no spoils. Blind to what surrounds me,

Little keeps me moving but

the ache in my empty soul. Our burning love

Now smoldering, no phoenix

in the ashes; my calloused thoughts sweeping away

In this storm of wicked wandering.

Lost in self-absorption, is it pity

Or true reflection? A speck of dust in

Abram’s eyes, a constellation of only One,

I wonder why i wonder at the meaning

Of it at all.

Alone among the many, a fool among

The wise. Who are they but wanted and I found

Wanting still.

Go away, the coming day; leave me to my pain.

Destinations have lost their meaning to this pauper

Of the soul. All that’s been is now gone or done,

No hope that what’s left still matters. I am but

Dust in the whirlwinds here, an illusion

Finally broken.

Step aside my anguished heart, make ready

For your parched existence. Wake yourself with

the hollow smiles who ask for you to stay.

Rid yourself of your journey’s quest, it’s

but a blink in the eye

Of the storm. Face another day of duty, choices

Already made. Choose no more, my nomad friend,

For the storm will guide your steps. Cover your eyes,

Hide your heart, but stare into the sand.

Somewhere

In the desert is the compass for my days.

Somewhere in this searing death is the water

For my soul.