Screaming Softly

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Screaming hot like ice in free fall

Black jade bubbling up within her guts

Limp inertia pressing lips, nose, skin taut mashed like snouts

Our earthen emerald sphere now or soon to be

Hemorrhaging 100’s at a time

Checkered browns and greens and circles gloating in our wake

More alloyed birds streaking to and farting streams

Before he’d lingered on her lips

Turned in hopeful irreality mixed or stirred

She wanted him then turned away.

He spat, she never saw speed saw to that.

 

Parting anger attenuates, turning fractal fractures sorrowful, singing zippers

Mourning dove coos surprised then flying like beginners

Unsafe landings clumsy sandbags hung with goat anchors

He fell into his seat, sinking never stopping into darkness

Chasms deeper telescoping on into a deeper will

Never light nor heat nor whispers enter or escape

Was it a wall or the will?

Each thought a dagger stabbing down the chute of black or muddy swirls of phlegm

The empty one its crown of pictures, all dead men

Craven mesmerizing taunts entrapping all

We live to elbow each to reach our bottom.

 

Climbing frantic counting score the piles of leaden coin

Losing time in rapid rants bending eyes reflecting

Her magnetic nails like fishing lures tangled rusted

Swallowed in the blue shark’s pail

Blood blue bile spews forth in streams and rapids

As the snake encoiled in all

Tasting each with his pleasure prongs.

There are no meek to be found,

No perfect few and reason knows it true

Pretender hawks his lies of protest,

Better are the honest evil, though these be the least.

 

Then sleep and visions of the sky blue mountain

Jeweled lake reflecting upside down the gleaming heat of winter’s sun

No chance to frame a blinding flash of memory

Yet perfect truth like dreams of floating or flying hardly trying

Walking along a sandy pebbled beach

Massaging metatarsals’ flesh

Cleansing daytime’s dreary breath.

This path led up the hill, a cabin ready made stood built for me,

Or for my brothers deserving more.

Gone ahead after bursting through the sky

The 100s shattered ripped and shredded painless terror terminated.

 

Except for friends, fathers, brothers, mothers, lovers

Left to sift and sort the bloody muddy rain-soaked sodden piles

While I lay watching from this perch upon my porch above,

High up slope a shining alpine lake.

Gone ahead, gone over, game over, healed of all my ill

Now strangely silent entombed with nature’s gift beyond all life

Would she shine in the new day?

Children come streaming screaming

Cheers lost on paths in lanes and paths of parents still to come

They scatter in a random circle dilating from its outer center

From my crown in distant stars they form an iris.

 

In smell and sound and sight and touch

I sense them each singles one by one

Together in the abstract pattern of god’s eye they were

Tomorrow’s promise today is born

Exulting life that’s always been

Now lost but only now obsession our assassin

Run now, run with life and feel your inner eye

Our nature’s pulse in us always

Knowledge steals more than it gives

Addiction conceals our loss yet winking blinking

Periodically our children play and give us love.

 

We feed ourselves but seldom taste or take its succor

How can it be we live?

Hiding in us all is life, unseen, unheard, unfelt,

Smelt base medals of false victory, in shifts and watches.

Explosions softly rock my cradle above

No sense of balance to catch my falling, falling, falling

What is balance in the spirit world?

Yet here was motion, propelling, drawing, pushing

How the mystery with no clue?

There it was again the pupils dilating fearsome

A welcome engraved for me.

 

Faster, faster and trusting as I see the child.

Perfect soft and silky skin, round and plump with angel hair of warm strands of gold

Eyes the color of a blackened rainbow

Pierced my heart with peace and still

I see or feel my master?

Our master of the universe, transformed into the hall without return

Surrounds me with His garden walls of Spring

It seems as flowers climb into a sky beneath water’s mirroring synchronicity

Reflecting fallen dreams that seem another’s

Life in which the child, a sorcerer perhaps,

Prostrate translucent perpetuity a world alive with peace.

 

Knowing not, feeling not, but more the comfort supreme.

Like licking drops of life before the fall

And drilling for desire’s dawn I find

I am found!

Is it a sign of a new day?

Tasting before I saw I sensed paradise

Singing in silence was the summer night

Tomorrow at the feast, sweeter than a nectar brewed

Long, long ago, in the beginning

Sweetness, bitterness, tart, our tongues recoiled

Then dived and dived again.

 

The attraction of a love divine,

Sweet peaches iridescent in their sticky dew

Melons creamy texture calling softly, softly, screaming irresistibly always, come again

Ears of kernels white and blue colored by an ancient maize

Drunken nectar dizzies with delight.

There are stars exploding brightly just to pay the price

Piled in pyramids like Kailahs’ sacred mountain

We taste, savor, thankful ignorance in surrender

What we knew goes smaller then disappears and sets in our mind’s horizon gone

Peace and honeycomb of harvest

How to dream in a new day?

 

Atop the tower under darkened sky of mirrors

As we gently lay exhausted

Spent at last on worthy charms time is slowed for us.

We startle unscared,

As spears of lightning rain and showers thunderous shaking

Soaking to the skin they nourish our drought

Bathing chapped skin and long cracked lips

The desert of our past now lives again

Biology pretends and bends before the Spirit.

This fantasy of time absorbs a mortal thought

In certainty we are mute.  Metamorphisized.

 

Tranquil the birdsong and pine breeze

Time transforms us

Then dies itself to be no more.

We searched lost souls never seared with life

Or scarred by presents sent by Saints.

Yes is not heard again!

Our language ascendant as a single word

This we know as always, Love alone our ozone after rain

Vapors drifting below lightning’s exposed faded glories

Darkness delivered to the devil

Replaced by light as blind as snow.

 

Hiking in the dark, a peaceful walk to see

By moonlight streams in piles of duff

As canyons give up their past

Our dust is our world and there we live until

Screaming softly to those who hear and know

We are now no more,

Time is our invention as a game to pass along

Screaming softly until falling into our tea.

Floating on the canyon breeze,

Hearing melody for the very first time

Will Love be new today?

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