Eden's Gate
You told me once, and, I believed,
of Eden's gate. The cleansing place
for dreams and those things wrong with us.
Secreted from others, unaware,
deposited like a treasure to keep safe,
only to look at when alone and quiet
This I accepted as your gift,
as the grail to guide me. To help
make me strong. To help ease my pain.
But, love is an inconstant friend,
easily damaged and lost amid the horizon.
Why would you share it away to another?
A Wooded Night
Her lips wore rouge like apples turning red
lustrous with hints of what's hidden inside
Hair of multi colours save one blond thread
and yellow sun dress with one strap untied
Shoes more like hiking boots than fancy heels
laces loose and sock tops above the shaft
A smile so light the come hither reveals
her want of attentions within each draught
We often met in haste on moonless night
aware that time and place were not our friend
For our love need conceive before first light
and she to home must quickly prior wend
My love for her knew no bounds nor limit
nor could her mother's screams near inhibit
Testimony
I witnessed heaven – once
It arrived unannounced, dressed in opal green dungarees,
shaggy hair, and, breasts a little larger than I like
Maybe that's why I didn't recognize it at first,
perfection had always been a part of the definition
That, and, the fact she was with someone else
Morrison sang. She danced like a duck.
It was love at first sight. Or, shorty thereafter
But, it was love
True love
Love
Summer passed with warm days and heated nights
Just not with each other, yet. It happened though,
eventually. The beach packed with almost beauties
and their friends that actually thought they were
No music this time. Volleyball. And, she flowed with
grace, fluidity beyond my stumble bumble, is she hurt, style
That night, everything came at once. Close to perfect
Yes, it was love
True love
Love
I witnessed heaven -- once
Not All Syrup is Digestible
light reflected
refracted
bent
around cigarette butts
and nearly lit streets
thoughtlessly tossed
dreams
carefully collected
and saved
for leaner times
broke-n times
of nicotine blunts
after the rains
and tears
of the father
falling upon the son
hallelujah
hallelujah
hope discarded
compacted
spent
on empty desires
serendipity
the fool's treasure
brought forth
manifest
in silver linings
and pots of gold
to be smoked
hopelessly injected
before sanity returns
projecting faith
and nonsense
falling upon the son
hallelujah
hallelujah
death enveloped
nurtured
rent
through the moments
lost
between here and there
this and that
picture perfect
past-times
of cheap smiles
adorned on melted faces
whiskey breath
whispers i love you
and you too
life's potential
falling upon the son
hallelujah
hallelujah
blood red-roaded
encoded
pent
in paint cans
with colourless allusions
priceless
time left at home
hidden among stuff
buried in the haystack
needles
nervous pin pricks
regret filled
guilt by dis-association
today's garbage
apathy
falling upon the son
hallelujah
hallelujah
new babies birthed
burdened
meant
for salvation
the ever-lasting soul
that beyond comprehension
god
his likeness
the facsimile of love
kodak moments
cherry vodka laughter
lived in a sleeping bag
behind the church
of stained glass
and mis-mortared bricks
falling upon the son
hallelujah
hallelujah
where are the fucking rainbows now
