Woe to the man
that causes his angel
to lost faith in him . . .
there will be no flying
with one crumpled wing.
incapable of trust?
blind to vision
of gathered acts of offered love?
settled in dust
you cannot grasp . . .
what has been right here
you cannot seize what is true and real
wait . . .
dwell safely in your hordes
possessions of friendly old giants
sinking in crumbling orange rust
this world is so much larger
a consuming consummate satellitte buzz
of gyrating transmission stations
both connecting and bypassing
pockets of stagnation
human prisons of tragic bleeds
pepper our earth in dried clusters of needs . . .
traps and snares
are everywhere . . .
this is so true.
it is also true
a real existance of . . .
currents of living water
updrafts of winds of change
threads of haunting melodies
constant strains of glorious dancing symphonies
pathways unfurl new discoveries
new un~thought of combinations
streaks of gold that swipe
the stars with their milky wilky ways
a quality of hope that can splash fire your days . . . .
it could . . .
suddenlies are flashes of change
a man with an open unburdened spirit
can be freer in a prison
than a loose man trapped in his own circle of stank
no one can choose freedom for another
oh I wish you well
blow a gold fleck kiss
always will hold you dear
to and from wherever this life takes me
love was never meant to be a sentence
of chained tethering
rather a strenghtening of yolked courage
a sparking of bouncing embers to blaze
a heartrest to come home to
with nestful feathering
for restful stepped out of world weathering
from a nurtured intimate cave dwelling
i speak words of truth
you call me cruel
I cannot live by your never~dare rule
I would rather fly alone
than stay and rust
someday I will die well
knowing I had the courage to live . . . .
Godspeed your sleepy eyes
to see your own life and freedom
within reach of your grasp.
inspired by many situations . . .
the truth is we do not all grow at the same speed
what is important
is that we continue to grow.