Apr
21
2012
Do not think about this on Prezi
do not think about this
it is not here for your pleasure
not waiting self-less
for some deathly embrace
as if it were not already perfect
and rising starkly, gently behind you
perusing the pages of your eyes
passing no judgment
straighten your back
and fly into the sunset
as you were meant to –
objectless, void, unsundered
by the...
Aug
24
2011
Metaphor:
The unknown attempts to know itself.
It marks itself.
Space arises in no space.
Identity marks itself in time.
Time transforms identity.
Identity dissolves in time.
Space yields no space.
The mark unmarks itself.
The known is newly unknown.
Time for a new metaphor.
Jul
30
2009
a tiny window gathers the world
echoes morning’s rush of life
amazingly, my fingers trace your carved shoulder
like they have never known geometry
somebody somewhere is getting coffee,
walking the dog, dressing for a long day –
but not we, whose worlds have just collided
under the gaze of a tiny window
that no one is looking through
because we are beyond...
Feb
11
2009
sometimes you stand on the borders of things
waiting for that little nudge
just the thing you needed
for you to fly
Jan
10
2009
down down down inside there is a silent speech
you sense it with your fingers as they absent-mindedly clasp
the empty space between your palms
a holding on to something that never was
the words are unlike these, and your eyes cannot fix them
into harsh dualities of coincidence
cannot shatter their glass frames
and spill them into false awakening,
for...
Jan
05
2009
my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm
a sightless pattern just below consciousness
feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes
it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles
and words - my God, words! appear
mysteries profuse my skin
invisible knives punctuating reality
letting the dreams out
all the while
tap tap tap
and more: you, unquietly reaching
impossibly leeching, receiving
growing dreams of my dreams
with another...
Dec
29
2008
Today I put up most of my poems on the site: http://elements.spiritalchemy.com/poetry.html
Poetry isn't good for much if it never gets read, so despite the fact that many of these poems are embarrassing for one reason or another, I thought I'd post them as a kind of experiment/record of my own transformation, since transformation is...