Warman Church #23
ants with warheads dream evermore deeply
mind infection force fed to the sleepy
cycles of time wipe clean eras' great lies
an 80 year earth breath goes sigh, cough cough, sigh.
so what is the crop on this farm?
who is the farmer if we are the farmed?
I'll tell you this much, but you won't believe me
this place: a school for souls to hone feelings.
Day Gun
Living Will #16
nothing could be better than dying together
as our love would continue to nourish under feet
you may desire to shed your body by fire
but please consider rotting with me
a white cedar could sprout over our bones,
growing sunward casting all shadows underneath
for twenty-four thousand years our children will hear
the ringing of bells through the trees.
over this time they will witness and guide
the plane’s transition from slavery to free
for as worms feed on dead flesh
there is a shadow devouring humanity
until we take heed of this possibility
we may never truly be free.
Day Gun
Merry Go Round #14
Jenna Lee come with me to where the veil blurs
You see fear is a projection in the minds of humans.
The great mill forever grinding souls in the cosmic merry go round
May we will ourselves free of the game, the ride, the earthen school.
For now is the time to pause, break away and create anew
Our bow to love and freedom has finally come dear one.
Day Gun
My Love ~ a Canyon #10
last night I spied you
out
the corner of my eye
the image unclear
your predecessor still blurs my vision
I felt you
looking
at and through me
what did you see
what is left of me
our time
not yet
I could not look
this taste so fine
a food
for my lonely patience
my love ~ a canyon
just enough space
2 hold
your glorious emanation
Day Gun
The Cusp of What I Am #7
I am the arctic wind on a moonlit winter's night
I am the warm summer breeze lakeside in the shade.
I am the shattering quake sent to bring you to your knees
I am the long smooth rock you lay across to soak up the sun
I am the funnel cloud nightmare from your childhood dreams come true
I am the lift in your kite that takes you to new heights
I am the cracked and blistered drought ridden valley floor
I am the moist fertile soil where seeds sprout and trees grow
I am the dust devil that blows up your skirt
I am the breath used to ignite fire from hot beds of coal
I am the catch for all sprayed poison on its way to rivers.
I am home for fungus and food for worms.
I am a rolling thunder soundtrack to your lovers' quarrel
I am the gust that frees milkweed seeds from their pods
I am molten lava violently released to build new mountains and islands
I am solid bedrock used to anchor skyscrapers
I am the place where you lay your graduated loved ones to rest
I am whispering prayers of thanks for this life.
Day Gun
Supernova of the Heart #6
To the Heart #5
my love a rocket.
with no helmet or seat belt, I ignite.coordinates —> the heart of your sunlike a moth in the dark, I risk all to be with your false lightlike a fool on the run, I lift off no return in sightjust for a chance to soar through the heavens with love. Day GunIt Happens #1
I live
deserted
others here, but without you
this realm -> deserted
some days when I listen to the birds I know they tell you to shut up too
waiting for your ship landing followed by a knock at my door
what happens next devours all that ever existed
time has ended
waiting
Day Gun