I think the manifesters are full of shit I have met a god who loves with reckless abandon But must be met as an equal No prizes for cowardly desires and Long-distance lovers Wrongful wasted wishes yet I do believe in prayer I have seen it herald the sun and Wipe clean the land and Change a heart Yet still I sing with Two tongues and An eye left back by the tree Softly asking for Small blessings and peace all the while That first priest in me is still dancing Relentlessly Pray

You sang for freedom Fighting everything that Bound you to the earth Draped across my back when your legs were tired I held you lightly and tried To raise wildflowers In all the cracks you feared to know

These years have been Hungry Though I have learned to be quiet Through careful rod and binding Words Make flesh Believe me Constant cavernous companion kept and Catastrophic til I was all teeth Smile for me Again Once more, once more Forever More Has all of this falling flying been? My aching the straining of wings? Joyously ravenous that I My lay here in the sun and feast Savoring the soft and sweet with abandon That this animal body sings My hands made to hold and to take F

Born again And again by my own hand Against my will Sure this hip will ache forever Peaceful towering clouds And a promise of rain Just beneath the skin My hands have been emptied of Rightness and goodness and The will to grasp and hold I worry now that youll see me If you looked My rebellion abandoned Arms outstretched against the sky Embracing gravity and the fall

Weather comes and goes And I its patient Witness Born only by the shifting winds Or the slowly dancing stars Yet something in the middle distance stirs Singing the changing of the seasons come At last When rampant spring has loosed its hold Over my heart and I dream more of horses My soul without a rider And parting you, this love A temple covered green again Rewilded I will breathe these mountains in

This morning I woke up bleeding Again this Aged war Shallow breaths, clawing trenches in my face The dog came down to sleep Wrapped tight against himself He'd rather be near And cold My hands build a soft home and he Drifts to where we all go And for a while I lay down my arms

once for years I asked god What to do with this love in my heart How to tend these burns To pluck these thorns once a priest from a faith not mine Said god comes not To slay suffering but to fill it with presence That I love Truly These embers wake And see better the divine through you Pause a moment, a passing life Let us pray

I am, today and yesterday Ungrateful and as Years pass on wherever More and more aware of this Taking without pause what good is given me Rejecting every pain Can I not with my gifts be pleased? First kiss passed over liqored lips and racing heart Beat Bleeding alone in the rain The ever endless sky bending the horizon Fit to break This ever fractured heart All a glitter Each a gem Cast from heaven, down to mud And yet I haggle Not enough Tomorrow

Oh but love dont flinch I will not let it touch you Heart of mine Please, stay with me a while and dream Tell me of your sorrows My sea is vast and deep Be human here and now And I will hear you, I will see Ill cover all my shards and edges You'll never even guess I promise to be what you need And in the morning fade to mist

From time to time Between the endless always and forever I will read a poem or See a face mid song or Cut myself on a broken piece of Someone's art and beating heart I so rarely feel alive Like that which is Unspeakable Are all these words just so much rope thrown out to sea? The writer died, Ill never tell them Touch them, know them These moment carve me and Die in my throat unswallowable life made wrong, by god or self same difference Can let go of this life Unbitterered?

The eyes I met were always clouded Not seeing me but Some part of me writ large A version of me thay was needed And all the love couldn't reach me Letters sent to wrong houses Buckling under the strain of Stretching too tall for legs that crooked A role I knew by a heart I kept beating Through violent CPR I hate that heart and its lies Its blood that stains my shirt Its refusal to die Feeling pathetic that My fear The engine of it all is That when I finally ta

In the ours after dreams Sifting through the flotsam of My slow receding mind I speak to you Or ghosts of you I carry behind my eyes And practice how I'll say it What words will fit you best When I am gone to join the wind And you to hold the rest I wish to leave with you some truth Some tidy wisdom from the act But I know that all Ill leave you is the silent, bloody fact The truth is bloody living and I have forfeit breath and bone And my final words will only be The sile

Love me as an anchor loves its ship A heavy chain The ground This soul was never settled dear My sails were poorly tied Hold me tightly, love Lest I become the sky

I have searched the faces of mountains and lovers For a god I could never misplace Found only and over By the gravestone I've made for Is past Again at the mountian Once more with my ram Praying that this time He will stay my hand

Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to warm, a cigarette, a rite "Lose your head to your hand or to ghosts in the night." Beg Prometheus to spare you a light

Who was it taught me that truth was in the roots? Ever and on alight like clockwork Sure that this time I'll find myself neath the ashes, in my bones A rite of my own hands crafting perhaps The religion of you with all its surety In life after death

This heart Heavy as the sea, pulls Downwards Against my fluttering feet On calm days and those Beaten by waves Swallowing my days and years In silence Endless above as below Empty as Mirrors

How many times can I fall? First sight, again again Pitched forward towards you Dreaming drunk or Delirium

Small feet mine, uncalloused and unlassoed Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night Adorned in silence A'dream's filigree Nameless and holy so In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and Sideways talk of Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts Always slipping out before the end I knew better a place not to be Formlessheavy Now a tourist striding somber situating What parts of mine were forged A gallery of portraits from Strange angles and stranger hands D

Again again again again Agon eye loose the plot Indus tree, us unmade What deserts In habit? My soul? Pulled telosward to the wait Of gun in hand Of exhaustion lungs Ends and words and Did I sentence my self to a period Oragamei cant knot, and no longer fathom I dream I will be as the wind once Hands lie Or a star upon the edge of dusk Word for none and less than even A life takes itself to, sincerely, Period