#poetry - Perfect Beauty

For Gabriella

You give the all of your beautiful love

To your colleagues, friends and family;

You strive to be honest and true always,

You approach everyday with innocence,

You respect each day with curiosity and energy,

You are genuine and kind and caring,

You are the highest ideal and you are the best of real,

You are the Angel we dream of and hope for—

You are a miracle to me and many,

You are Love incarnate and perfect beauty! 

#poetry - stopping ingenuity

i guess we build up or would it be down
there's more than one way to go
if you think about it often enough
and if you don't think someone thinks for you

i took a while to make myself up
and i did and i was grand and that was good
anyone could see and they knew and this felt fine
each of those moments were why life is so important

every picture has a highlight and a shadow
and sometimes someone comes to me asking advice
and sometimes i bring them through a journey
of building up and down until they buy my lines

where do these lines come from i never wonder
they come from the place i came from to begin with
am i ever to feel that i am not right for loving that
only for the longest moment and only for the longest moments

and before and after these sometimes i go to another
and walk on the lot and into the shop and therefore
i am sprung in another's trap and captured there to hear
the sounds of true words and see images of flowing beauty

another's innocence or that kind of portrayal
or beyond a skeptical sense an innocence of another kind
and there i will bask for the glory of it taking it all in
and letting it soak and become me and allowing myself to be sold

but are we ever truly sold or truly able to sell
when where it comes from is flowing and not stable
when where it all comes from is always on the move
to keep on making and making new always without end

oh holy god i am so tired and yet still young
and i know nothing is guaranteed not middle not old
and that there is no going back even for breath
but that why would you has an answer undoing everything

and that standing still doing nothing is possible
beyond the alarms of the mind ringing out for action
there is a stopping of the gears halting ingenuity
life is so important even if you make nothing

what you do for life what would you do for life
would you come to me now for i am failing
or let me know again and again what else there is
beyond and beyond that till the beyond runs out of itself

a loop a loop again a loop there there where where
growing is not what is happening what is happening
is only a happening whether up or down shivering
and whether words have meaning or not meaning or not

#poetry - all he could remember

molly bloom must be what happens when a woman has sex
and she just rambles on and she just keeps going and going
and when she's going she's thinking and that's what
must be why she takes so long to come and why i am thinking about it so much

i'm going out she said i'm going out i'm going out
and i saw there was something to smoke in her hand
and i decided to go out too and so i thought hard for a moment
i just needed to stand and walk and so i stood and walked
and i could be having something of a staring contest
with the left side of my brain waiting for the rightful thoughts
to take their place on the side mountain of my creative notions
there to be thwarted by the staccato signature noises of the tapping of my shoe

but i couldn't answer her when she asked me what am i in the mood for
i couldn't even too quickly realize the subject was music
sweet music the kind that would augment my inner killing inner killing
the kind that would take my uhh and make it ahh make it ahh
and who could be calling me right now at 10:30
she says i shouldn't answer but then pretends for that person
she knows what they were going to say and then tells me its private
and cannot be shared which is fine because i was feeling a little reserved anyway

and i turned my head when the lightning came to be one great part of the sky
before the music fading made a few non fading noises to waken what was fallen
and moving once or moving twice it came for me and i didn't mind it all
because there was only some child's notion in me that what was happening
should not be happening everything else was well I was okay with it
and so i nodded and tapped my toes on the wood and didn't feel it but saw it
and then the wine needed sipping but that came before another drag and got in the way
and took a little longer than usual which was fine it needed to happen
and then that drag which reminds me there was a captain of a company
and there was a moment when he put the light in her face which was all he was supposed to do
and he realized this and that was the missing ingredient in his mind
and then he knew that was all he was supposed to do
even if it took him another year or lifetime or eternity
even if it was only once every shaking of the earth that he brought the light to her face
that was all and he took another drag and another sip and the lightning came again
and then the music fading got smoother and that was all he could remember

facebook beauty

"Facebook Beauty"

i'm not disappointed by your dying beauty,
we are all freefalling through a warzone.
we carry nothing on our backs
but the accumulated atmosphere we fall through.
and as the density of this world grows upon us,
the sharpness of descent is punishing, more and more!
whatever your stories, you are weathered by them.
i look at your updated profile and i know the score.

i'm sure its only your skin telling this one story,
of slow steady dying, of aging to terminal velocity,
because you inside are not yet aware,
because you've always been doing it, slow and steady,
and you still have the roundness of your youth,
the color of your hair, the shine of your skin,
and the yet unconquered ideal of eternity
from which you are falling---you are still beautiful.

i promise, that as you zero in to your own personal death,
as you near the end of your campaign,
as the warzone atmosphere and its flack
attempts to destroy your face with age and care and forgetfulness,
i shall look upon you without disappointment.
for we are all zeroing from the heights,
all fast approaching the end, and though you may never see its profile,
you can always reach out and expect my hand.

whether you know this now or never do,
it still is a truth that is part of you,
that in this descent of ours, we are now a framework alive,
together links in a net, together the undying human skin,
a body larger and more beautiful and growing still
beyond our own limits. and someday in the future,
though the beauty of body, yours and mine, may fade,
this net we are making shall save us all from void.