Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, Sometimes we leave those scents behind Some flowers live while others die, And some bloom only in our mind. Some mountains offer majesty While others a painful fall, Yet in our nature burns a will That has us rise up and stand tall. I'm not looking for a Angel's grace And though the emptiness is wide, I can feel her presence in the void She's a warrior by my side. She has no need for broken sticks That will light her darkened way. I am the mother fucking Sun to her Who lights up every day. I'm not some eager child of God She needs to save her from her fear, She knows her man who's conquered both Yet she holds me tight and near. No games are played in this paradise No battle lines are drawn. Two loving souls who have survived The darkness right before the dawn. She looks deeply in my loving eyes And still hears this Lion roar. She'll take a drink and lick this cup While always wanting more. Two warriors sit upon one throne No crown upon their skin. For both know there is no strength out there, It's the crown they wear within.
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A rocky desert, Where someone lied, A love destroyed, a love denied. A soul alone, I sit and stare, I thought I saw a flower there. A flight that crashed, A lake of fire, Lies untold in man's desire. The barren earth, The ground burnt bare, Yet I thought I saw a flower there. A pool of thoughts Found humanity, A man lost his sanity. His sea of stone, Her frigid air, I thought I saw a flower there. Thunder clouds And lightning strikes, Fear flows over his rusted dikes. Jump from the edge No man would dare, But I thought I saw a flower there. Alas I'm sure To climb some hill, Live on until I've had my fill. A single stone An empty chair, I know I'll find my flower there.
Listening to you I understand my own frailties.
My own need to be special, to be different, to be unique in your world.
I hear the words escape from your lips,
See them fall from your fingertips,
And I know.
I want to be a god in your church,
To which you sacrifice all things,
The bed we share an altar where everything is offered,
Everything is given,
And everything is received.
I want to know that I am safe,
That the demons of this world hold no power here.
I want to feel your virgin arms around my neck,
Seek the sacred seed within you
While never knowing the fires of hell.
Such a folly of the weakened mind!
I fall away from my purpose while searching for theirs,
I walk away from my truth to find a piece of what others see,
Amidst the wailings of a child left alone in the wilderness
I can not find the silence I call my own.
Now the gray skies crack to birth the bluish sky
And I feel the fresh sunlight on my face.
A new day within the day has dawned,
My direction changes towards the dusty paths
That call my name.
I find company in the emptiness,
Truth in the myriad of lies.
I’ve seen angels with the longest of horns,
And the devil adorned with the whitest of wings.
Such is the contradiction of such things!
And then there is you.
A soft landing after a long fall,
The cool shade following a baking in the Sun.
How lucky I have been to find you,
How wonderful it’s been to hear you call.
I caress your face
As the clouds make love to the sky.
I call for you
As the trees pretend to know my name.
I reach for you in the ether.
And what a wonderful emptiness it is!
That space where you should be,
Somewhere between this footprint in the sand
And the million grains that separate us,
There is nothing but what should be.
And there we go…
Through that promised land we know
Forever is not eternity,
And eternity is not forever
If we’ve lost that sense of wonder.
The distance... Like a wave caught between its subtle motion And it's breaking end Comes at me like a long lost friend Laughing at me For some silliness I had done. Someone once said... That the difference between a boy and a man Was a few thousand uncried tears Well, I've become a man Torn in that glorious revelry Reborn in the remnants of a once-hallowed past. I love... With such passion as to temper hardened steel With such strength as to turn diamonds into powder With such tenderness to guide the softest feather to the ground. Love can scream or whisper... It can open wounds or comfort... It can be the lightest touch or the punch that knocks you down. Love is allowance. Like a great canvas upon which we paint our own experience Like the air that does not fight our inhalation. We honor her with the exhalation that gives us song With the moments that pass us from beyond the horizon. With our own end when the time comes. So use the torrid storm As a means to see the beauty all around For nothing highlights the flower like the stone Nothing gives importance to a single sip of water like dire thirst. See the break in the dark clouds? That's where the Sun bursts through. So, I say to you my Beloved... Hold me firm as you let me go Take me in as you watch me walk through the door And never utter a prayer without remaining silent. See me in the underlids of your eyes In the places where your soul plays to no one but itself. I will see you there I may touch you or watch you from a distance. Distance where the wave is caught between its subtlety And the rough surf of its demise Where everything is created and destroyed in an instant And where we might dance the tide to home.
I watch lovers from afar
And I wonder where you are
If I'll ever see those wishes come true.
I feel the sweetness of her lips
The soft caress of fingertips
It's in heaven that we always knew.
There's an angel laying there
Making words from mountain air
Is it me whom you write to tonight?
In the wanting to clearly see
I've heard a hopeful homily
Written for lovebirds to sing.
Yet in certain irony
It's the chains that set me free
I am a poor man with riches to bring.
In the silence of the stars
As you hum those sacred bars
Is it me whom you write to tonight?
We are just strangers in the dark
Two seagulls in a park
Just wandering into the dawn.
As nothing happens there
We move on to thinner air
Screaming like sanity's gone.
Yet there's a quiet part of me
That wonders silently
Is it me whom you write to tonight?
To the morning's dread she struck a tune,
Alive, I wished her well,
In such chaotic memory,
It's only memories that swell.
In the end she came and in the end she went,
Gone, there's only me.
For in the moment's happenstance,
The waves will set you free.
Be careful what chimes you reach for,
Be sure of what song you've sung,
For when the bell sings a hollow truth,
That bell can't be unrung.
A saintly bundle of flesh and bone,
I watch her walk away...
Whatever lies she's told herself,
She'll repeat another day.
I've gone within I've gone without,
In truth, my only sin,
Was handing over the light that's me,
To those who've never been.
So, as I watch her leave through painful tears,
I smile, for goodness sake.
A joy rebounds, I've regained myself,
In a smile I cannot fake.
Sometimes the end brings us to truth
Sometimes suffering's a friend,
And when you let go of all that was,
You can begin another end.
Photo by Tom Grasso
First, I was conceived by others…
Then, I was born…
Created by the image of man in his likeness, vilified, subjugated at the hands of those protesting such love for me.
Suddenly…the ground beneath me shook…
And I suffered,
And I died,
And I was forgotten.
Suddenly…the ground around me shook…
And I leapt into life anew…
Reborn to light, giving praise to the oceans and mountains surrounding me…
Finally, to feel the beat of a gentle song…
Finally, to hear the praise of the westward wind…
Finally, to live myself to Heaven’s gates…
I come.
.
.
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I once was so lost
I needed a faith.
I once was so scared
I needed a god.
I once was so forgetful
I needed a book.
I once was so helpless
I needed a priest.
I once was so uncertain
I needed a Word.
I once was so blind
I need your cause.
I once was so lonely
I needed your church.
I once was so mistaken
I created it all.
I struggle sometimes With the words... They all seem wrong Lost, forgotten, Like jumbled coins at the bottom of a large bag. Those eyes, Your eyes... They fucked up the ugly order of things Chaos where the stones were once set Cracked concrete set in the easy path I had carved. Those lips, Your lips... Pouty memories of a hope once left dormant A fleeting memory Now burning deep inside the coldest parts of me. I touch that neck, Your neck... The raised bumps appear in the freckles of your skin, Telling stories Awesome stories of something soon to come. My eyes gaze downward, Toward gifts I will not savor Not yet, not now, I will force myself to wait Until a memory born will be a memory we hold together. Impulsive me, Restrained by the freedom of it all Not needing, but wanting Not being consumed by the fire yet surely feeding it, I'll hold onto the enormous possibility. No game of hide and seek here, Just a promise... Honesty and certainty our mutual agreement Lust and love will follow the virgin path Not yet cut by any footsteps made before. Ah, such love Such worship of our true Divinity Not yet lost in the pleasures of our own humanity, We laugh, Until the stars fade under the power of the One we call our own. Good morning, my sweet love. Now whisper to me something of things to come. Tell me tales of the depths we will shortly share And take me... There.
Nearly every day, I pick a “Buddha Card” from a deck I have on my writing table. Then, I meditate briefly on what it says. Sometimes, I write what comes out as a result, others I just smile and laugh at myself. Over the last couple of days, I’ve decided to write what I think. I apologize for the lunacy. 🙂
Ok, maybe I don’t. LOL.
Today’s card was “Rules…”. Go figure.
Who is this Master Born to write the book Of my life? Who, born of such wisdom and pure delight Walked the sand before me Leaving their footprints in the places I will walk? Do not carry me of my accord. I can walk, and I can crawl, Or I can be left to feed the creatures of the sea Forever... Mocking me. Do not boast of your resurrection. Just let it speak for itself, And let me die a million deaths. If just to know the truth but once To write my book mySelf. Do not mind me As I play in the grasslands you were taught to loathe. Do not throw your careless stones Or bask in the glory of someone else's joy While you bathe in misery. Do not know me Without first knowing yourSelf. Do not try to mimic my dance Without first hearing the sound of your own song. Stop blaming me for the smile that crests your lips. I bow to know one Yet bow to everyone. I've been tossed aside only to find myself in such glorious company And I know...you So very, very well. I've felt you space between my toes And felt your tears flow from my own eyes. I've hated me too, and loved you just the same. I've burnt myself with the same embers You now use to warm your lonely heart. The reason you can see the scars on my hands Is because I've let go of the hot stones that burned them. The reason you can criticize my wounds, Is because I am naked to your inspection. Do not judge yourself so harshly I understand your pain. You know what you are thinking now? Fahgettaboudit I'll pay it no mind anyway. Although I could always wear your judgment As a banner across my empty pockets. Perhaps... Or perhaps I just will laugh... Smile... Take you in my arms and make you feel the light. Hold you down until the crimson flowers bloom. Until the prayers begin And the body begins to fail, and the sweat pours out in ecstasy. You will find life there Believe me... Or don't, sadness creeps in for those who have never came There... Or anywhere for that matter. Enough rambling. I think I've bent the rules enough. Who am I kidding... I'll be gay just to enter the business of those who hate me. I'll be a color not to their liking. I'll be a man not a man at all, or a douchebag of various degrees. Whatever I need to do to be just like... Me. Do not worry, my fearful friends The shift is coming. Away from the book you were taught to love, Towards a book that has no words. Away from the parchment of a godless heathen Stuck in a cave trying to create his Own. Making mountains out of dust. Gray skies out of blue. Man, a sinner before he was even born. Take the rules that made the sane crazy, That made the loving man afraid of his own shadow, And burn them... Just don't hold on to the hot embers We've already seen what damage they can do.