Sum One

The tree there - it’s not me

And, I am not me nor the tree

 

The names are different

Yet, being different is a name just the same

 

If the other is not you nor me

Then there is no other

 

It must be that it is all one

Where love nets a sum

Of one

A Malady with Affection

A Malady with  Affection

 

 

 

A tiredness comes over me

that is beyond sleep

 

an exhaustion that draws up

from marrow hollows

 

emanating along the long bones

settling in for a siege

at each connecting joint

 

suckling at the last remnants

of strength  and power

that once ruled every waking moment

 

leaving behind its poison; its debris

as it consumes the soft tissues

 

that will then eventually destroy

its host and vessel...

 

then and only then will the conquest

become a pyrrhic victory

 

because with the complete annihilation

that takes everything

 

then there is nothing left but death’s

redemption.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nowhere Man - Going No Where

Oye hombre - donde va?

 

You speaking to me friend...

where am I going ?

 

I am nowhere man,

going - no where ...

 

just looking for a way past the blank stare –

beyond the places that covetous eyes dare...

 

standing alone without a name

like an assassin taking aim

and sighting nothing but a lost cause;

 

matters not -   he is too blind to see any possible pause

 his very existence requires an abject cast 

so that the future can consume the past

 

I am nowhere man,

going - no where ...

For An April Prayer Song

 

 

 

 

 

For An April Prayer Song

 

 

The cold of the ground

Emanates away - as winter’s sense

Retreats...  taking her fleece gown;

 

Leaving behind a naked past tense

Of decaying carcasses; fallen wood

 

For life reclaims the surrenders that death took

And, eventually everything will change;  it is understood –

 

The cook with the crook looks for the rooks

Crowing -  to awaken the silent giant’s riant

 

And the gray pallor across his traced face

Warms; the miracle heat transforming an arthritic pose - pliant

And, the greening snake sheds her mint colors full of grace.