18 Poems from 2009
so jump
we live so
we must jump into
the dark of coming night
life is a dice-throw
death cries out
loud in certain waiting
for our number
life is
and then it is not
so jump as far
as you can
Poem 308 .j09
October 13, 2009
not equal
hours on the road
hours of life
not paid time
changes happen
the road ever changes
as miles go by
some is dangerous
some parts pure fun
especially the speed
the road is good
and proves that
all hours are not equal
Poem 306 .09
September 22, 2009
glass doors
winds slash the windows
rain blows in
i close the glass doors
your heart is not calm
winds blow inside and out
harsh rains fall
sunshine is merely pleasant
we need those storms
or we never grow
last verse illegible, not included
2009?
lies?
your eye blinks
time
now
there is no here
then
no there
we live, we die
this is time
this only is time
this is only time
in the blink of an eye
time dies
there is no now
no then
we live, we die
this is time
this and this only
is time
2009?
together
there may have been a time
when we were born
together
we lived our lives
together
there is never ever
going to be
in this whirl of life
such a time
the next life will be
as it will be
if only time could twist
a little
we would feel love
we would feel sorrow
both are natural
when love and life end
there is grief
i see only sorrow
Poem 305.5 .09
September 7, 2009
in sorrow
earth is forever
our wings are weak
we can see so little
of life of love
all ends in sorrow
as sunlight burns us down
how can i think
we can fly
together
Poem 305 .h09
August 28, 2009
a gift
love is a gift
life is a gift
life is a curse
love is a curse
both end in death
both in sorrow
why would we want
to live and love
when love and life
end only in sorrow
Poem 304 .h09
August 28, 2009
wheels free
gods give gifts
they give clear sunlight
on a storm-full afternoon
we wheel free
past beach and river
untouched by time
gods give & take away
sorrows and joys
we were blessed
for an afternoon
do the gods
ask us to pay
Poem 303 .h09
August 26, 2009
slow speed
it’s about passion,
isn’t it?
life at slow
speed sucks, right?
you have your loves
but your soul
burns
you want to fly,
don’t you?
Poem 301 .h09
August 3, 2009
the night
i would take your arm
and walk together
into the night
we might pause here
or there to touch
upon our secrets
you would laugh i know
you often do
do winds ever lie?
Poem 300 .g09
July 25, 2009
[no title]
would you share an hour
with me
while hours pass
your heart is open
your love is small
i feel cold in the [evening]
of your [undecipherable writing]
we may never dance together
the tune is not quite right
July 25, 2009
turn back
i wish that time could slow
and turn back its years
for a few hours
i would ask you and you
would say “yes” and
we would dance
for hours, perhaps slowly
two worlds so far apart
together for awhile
Poem 298 .g09
July 25, 2009
very dark
you watch, don’t you?
and see the stupidities
the pretty, petty dances
of the children
what do you think
of them all
of their parents
your eyesight is very dark
isn’t it?
of what do you approve?
what is good enough?
must the angels dance?
must the wise ones cry?
in all this, we agree
Poem 297 .g09
July 14, 2009
you
you watch as eagles do
for prey such
as a stupid thought
you sing as songbirds do
of dreams and of lives
you may not live
you play as monkeys do
life is joy, with strength
you will bloom
Poem 295 .f09
July 14, 2009
song of madness
may the gods forgive me
for my foolish pride
and untimely dreams
yet i begin to hear again
the music of that old old dance
and song of madness
so soft does the beat begin
like echoes in the darkness
of a heart too willing
Poem 294 .f09
June 24, 2009
[no title]
my key to heaven’s door
is fake
how could it be else?
all roads to gods are lies
written in great letters
prophets tell us harsh lies
what else could be heard?
saints walk on a film of lies
and so must you and i
March 23, 2009
[no title]
this cruel love of time
each hour more separated
more surely apart
this cruel love of mine
so strong and directed
to a hopeless hope
this cruel love of mine
against my heart
against my hope
love is such an unkind gift
more bitter than any grief
or sorrow felt in the heart
crueler than the coldest night
light awake memory
a hunger without food
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