Contradiction of Sense

The senses will bring you who you are - in trust.

Believe to understand; so to question; so to reject -

when does the sense - sense.

Danger

Danger does not enter with red banners

nor announce its coming with loud thunders;

instead, it eases in like a fog

and silently imposes it threats...

Vincent's Room

When a mind seeks an equilibrium with the heart -

And madness accepts no rudder to pass beyond

It's own distortions. The scene evolves, and devolves.

Into Vincent's immersive room,

In a room of madness

The sanctity is peace

- in time.

 

Traps

Trap fate; trap choice - 

    the sea of late; 

drinks poise

and eats love's dates.

The waves obey no laws;

soon ye must find ye cause.

    Why -  hath ye a pause?

Soulmate

In the firepit where

the flames dance near

where connections weld

existence

they are not the wood;

they are not the heat;

they are not the light - 

they are the flame in the fire -

they are the soul.

Cary Crossing

                                

                               the universe station

traverses the emptiness

all travelers wait the crossing

immortality -

                              And the night was lovely

the pathway there clear -

I have miles to go

before sleep's mortality.

Connections

        

While we do need to provide sanctuary to all people

whenever or where ever a harbor is needed

from the torments of storms– 

poetry itself cannot, must not remain sheltered

safe - couched from life. 

    Poetry must face the wilderness, 

must set upon the open seas, 

must live in the wilderness of chance

and open so to experience the fervor of the flames;

the ardor for hunger -

at its rawest and deepest rigor.

    thus, the thoughts and words of poetry may reveal

our human connections. 

Fires and Sparrows

     

    Why did the sparrow alight

Upon this aztec's light?

    There must be a garden's might

Tellin' the wild fire's evil bright.

Listen Silence

When you find my silence

At odds with your sense

Then, you must keep promise

That when our whispers remiss -

Whence, the ancient swallows,

Perched upon the breast's hallows,

Of Capistrano,

I will answer: as the isle of calvillo

and the silence

will tell sense.