I want the sun I want the clouds I want the light sweet breeze blowing through a canyon of tawny hues on jagged cliffs I want the dark dancing just for fun with the sexy ones in a Bywater dive bar at 3 am – even the street is uncertain of its true path? Contradiction…
Tag: Poetry
Cease Fire
Stars in my eyes have made way for bullets and ill-equipped battalions in the war against the insensitivity of Manhood turning in the circles of my longing and love I have waited for you to come and place blame within my wounded ranks only silence has filled the streets Cease Fire Compassion be my only…
Conjunctio
Wanting to let the stress roll offmy backdrip off my fingertipsbe absorbed by the earthwhere it will be transformedreconfiguredinto growth Wholeness I need to be allowedneed to allow myselfthe unrestricted breathsmoments away from planningfrettingbeing immobolized Flow Reversed What would it feel liketo be withoutthose heavy weightsattached to my anklesmy wristsan iron cuffaround my neck? Constraint…
Women’s Rooms V2
Women’s Rooms that is a long complicated subject. red room, blue room that room was a sanctuary this room is a prison Each of us have our own room, placed within the vastness of the house. Patterns and behaviors sleepiness, fighting to keep our eyes open, as though we could fall asleep instantaneously of course …
Eyes Closed or Trying
It was always a predawn sky just beginning to give signs of the glow when we climbed out of bed – hauling this, that and the other to the backyard fire pit But the bottles would not burn, so they were stacked in the garage waiting – “Dorothy, you are not in Kansas anymore”, the…
Dentistry or the San Juan Islands as Viewed from Space
I see my uncertainty as a vast mysterious network of intersecting lines, falling away, returning to implant themselves on my memory, without understanding. I take one line and it leads to love, lost or taken, words colliding and falling to ash. Now I sit within the ticking clock, its constant small noise blocking out any…
Poetry and Music – Growth
This video was created for the online New Orleans Poetry Festival 2020. Music and video by Bitsyras. Poetry and whistling by the layers of love.
Waking Sleep
Will need to go to bed won’t want to go to bed will want to sleep and sleep won’t feel anything but sleepiness Sleepwalking believing it’s all beyond this space but we all like familiar territory, we all like familiar territory now is the time I wake up but Will want to sleep and sleep…
The Layers of Love 