HEALING WOUNDS

this road that road   it’s the forgot of what there was to forget   a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams   the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary   fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS

ANGELS AND DEVILS

words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves   we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS

SOUL PRINT

  youth took the half of me photos that never grow old   sandy foot prints left behind strangers under full moons   dusk and lost clouds dawn with a new start   a dream dismantled a prayer answered   recovering from loss falling into strength   the ordinary path the measure of  a chance … More SOUL PRINT

A MIRRORS VOICE

forgiveness looks back from the mirror with half smiles, like the lesser wings of angels   it’s the time lost, the unscheduled acts of life, trapped in water, with the allure of youth washed out in scars and wounds   wrinkles unstoppable speak a visible war of seasons in constant forward motion       … More A MIRRORS VOICE

LISTENING ANGELS

a thought of ink onto paper   casual words in a half shell pushing out rain water from the past   stories about stories some greater than before others weak or forgotten as more rain blemishes all it touches even the wings of angels who carefully listen

ETERNITY

from the mouths of angels voices appeared like bonfires burning from their faces as the last clouds of day melted away   their message rose from the edge like a half note of wind   it was breath to breath a full measure without error that eternity holds the dreams of the dead

WHERE I WALK

rain I got   crying wet onto me   diamond drops brightened by street lights making the worst appear washed and clean while puddles reflect neon’s as passing footsteps make busy waves disturbing what weeps and gathers from the under surface of heaven to the streets where I walk  

AWAKE

the roar of blood keeps the skin from sleeping   while spirits speak the language of awake and night dreams are absorbed into the flash of neon messages directly from the mouths of angels speaking of the everlasting though even they fail to fully understand   while half notes and unanswered prayers drip like a … More AWAKE

PASSING OVER

gently pass through the curtains beyond the mirage and rhythmical lines discovering the hidden within the folds of dreams where fingers finally touch the eternal bonds of winds flowing below the wings of angels speaking of what was lost now found cradled in the clouds where no one suffers from being without

THE HOPEFUL

Backyard hideaway supporting wings of travel flags turned flat and straight clouds above roll out mercy while angels move swiftly overhead as the earth continues to turn underneath those in need   where wishes find passage into the softness of the praying soul discovering gold under the diamonds of eyes full of promise.