I wish we didn’t need a heart to live he speaks… why?
Because I don’t ever want us to die -he says with sudden tears in his eyes.
How do we die? i’m not sure… i’m still trying to figure that one out.
Is it because we get sick? sometimes, or old… i think our thoughts just go somewhere else, is all.
like when someone goes and you can’t see them because they are away, but you still know them.
I don’t ever want you to go away…
When I am gone I will look for a way
To honor time well-spent together. I will build you a book of why
And, fill it with them
Eyes
And you. All
Utterly piercing moments will be etched out
In pains of glass not unlike the one I once sharpened against a trailer’s hitch out
Behind my Tia Lena’s house when I was 4 or 5 chasing 20 tiny spectral ponies while my mommy was away
For hours, like I am — these days. Only now I chase spectral sheets of green along with my blossoming desire for all that is creative in me to be put out in some shape or form… and then there is you and tiny babbles brook of Why?
There is a black hole in the eyes
Of those with the “gift of see” them
Gaping void’s… wedded crater’s with steam fogging up spectacles where eyes once lied. Pity them
US, driven to read the wor(l)d’s of others and maybe scrape some out of our own
Eyes
Until they are scar®ed away.
We find a rhythm in each passing day dance in cosmic rotations slammed to a halt by the whying
Divinely holy perception of the child. Within or without as we rise sleep or fall
The only thing I am certain of is that this beauty is all
For them.
The innocents. I see the pork and the spending, the temple, the fence and the race. Don’t ask why.
You are too old. Your time has come to dig your way out
Of in visible rubble. Gravity is Myth & Magic the truth is the invisible weight’s a cross—our backs—A way
To keep our bodies warm by fire nailed to feet
Blue skies and clouded veil lies—upon our perpetually streaming eye
CriesLyricsRainBabbleBrooks & Towers Fall
Generation to sonset—rise: a different face,
Same staged trick upon us—eyes
New scene, old thoughts. erased… They tell you to put them all
Away
The thoughts which drive us blind to veiled sight.
The thoughts which make us stand a part from them
Alone in sunny world of perpetual dark… look around my friend,
Child, you’re mine to see now, look out
At the colors as they fade to black and remember why
You cried as a tiny child missing the previous womb, eyes baptized by creations fluid sack of mothertears and you dreamt
Why?
Am I hurting, frail, weak and all alone? Why this darkness?
Give me a way out.
And you came, & you come
With formulated nouns scratching at darkness as it closes in on you—becoming a light, a star & a way
out.
