The violent hours

The violent hours.
Thoughts like tired birds.
To be beloved in this world,
The hungry night.
Redeem what you must do now.
A conscious decadence
Trying to tempt truth to dance with me.
What do i know?
Breathe fearlessly.

-le 7 mai 2009

Asphyxia

wake quivering
wings beating
soundlessly
different voices lock like bulls
sprewing orange glow at raw dusk.

-19 march 2009

...exalted cage

i am early up by grace
sqawkings speaksings piercing each night
just there beyond the pane
my exalted cage

i yearn one voice though
there there up among unseen
my feather friend

i am gratedful to witness the cyclical permutation
as dawn veers her head latterly
the world shifting as darkness distends
the sun's ebbing presence in the heavens reversing.

-le 4 mars 2009

melbourne eyes

....succulent and vivid

Sunday Morning Permutation

i'm up early here being graced with many wonderful different birds talking singing sqawks
to my ears that speaksings to me each morning just beyond the glass of my elevated abode.
i yearn one daily voice in particular to see his or her song and what types couleurs of body feathers is worn up there in all those tress by that one my feather friend. i am grateful to witness the cyclical permutation as dawn veers her head latterly, the world shifting as darkness lengthens with the sun's ebbing presence in the heavens reversing.

Cleave

To suffer ones death and be reborn is not easy.


to find those things
those things that linger there
still


time lost in histories
to live fully in this world
then banishment complete
left only for mice to read



memory's fascist face
narratives of the child persist
when stories stumble


things turn up telling me
write about me
tell this idea of myself


enlightenment
our mind remembers
a realm of wonderful
and feels the radiance of untruths


i have thieved everything away from you
the grandeur of this life lived
those we need to know most
we know least
all what remains is what was
its pregnant absence

...fire words and cool heat

the sun is rising again
kiss me again with your eyes
yes i am the one
-7 feb 2009



it's a beautiful night
from here to all those stars



fragments
feel the phenomenon
the words coming out of silence



the darkness behind the romanticism