the axe head fell into the water

Borrowed things will float
all things are borrowed
for the time of things are needed
then the time is over
and all things float away
and no hand of man can hold them
the power of that which is lifted up
is the gravity that pulls all
the center of time is a tree
it cannot be cut down
and the memory
scars that remain
 the outstretched hand

Be Desolate

elle est dans la saison sèche

Flat Lands

You were a painter, and a poet...

maintenant ta poésie sera écrite dans le sang

It burns warm alone

And the shadows cast
is a story of experience
a history that sings a song
from pastures of light
to endless night
a bowl of tobaccos smoke
it rises into the throng

Normal Heart at Fountain and Vermont

and I said to myself, "that's me...all of us"

naked soul

You ever slept alone next to the hush of a river?

You ever gazed lonesome at a camp fire?

You ever dance under a cloud of stars?

You ever felt misunderstood by every human being around you? 

You ever walk off into the silence, past all the pretending?

Layer by layer the naked soul,

Disembarks 

Stripped

And no one knows you. 

Onward still...and unknown next 

and again. 

Way onward Past!

And he says with all his own judgement
I am in control
and pride swallows
in bitterness wallows
and the dog in the dying day
still will bite
even at the empty hand
the hand that holds at bay
that buries the blade deep in the ground
Then the dog in ships away
to war with hearts
bent perceptions way
but as for me
that I will just be
Free
and freedom frees on bended knee
brightly living
mowing and going
judging not even
myself
for myself was not judged
neither condemned from the true word
sharing his love
 picture in the dirt
raised up with fires and piers
by a high up hand
His peace fills
the deep deep and trodden land
breath billows my sails
surrounds
burning
churning
the smell of smoke....