Death

What is death

A moment’s thrill

To swallowing a loathsome pill

And in the darkness holding still

Tomorrows come unbroken

Until death comes

Till death us part

For swimming in a savaged heart

Gives not beyond the beckoned start 

For starting words unspoken

Death is but a long retreat

Until the end our path doth meet

And still so cold beneath my feet

I walk till I’ve awoken

Therein lies death’s clever hand

A wandering soul, a contraband

A stranger in a strange new land

A heart of mighty folk sin

So give me quiet death I fear

I fear the moment beckons near

And in my heart I face the rear

For quiet moons, a cloak n’

Dagger in the moonlight

A dance for lovers’ spoon might

Be far to light a room, fight

For breath, for word unspoken

Sometimes I want the quiet night

When blinding light is just too bright

I find I’m taking no delight

In walking. I am broken

Hunger

Gallant is the hunter

Gallant is the sheep

Gallant is the honer of the secrets that you keep

Grievous is the fortune teller's tune that you bequeath

She fills her sorrow's sonder with the gallows of her grief

Hungry is the widow

Hungry is the farm

Hungry is the lonely lover's gallant waiting arm

Held at latitude so long to long along the way

He stands there till tomorrow standing yet another day

Hopeless is the hungry

Hopeless is the small

Hopeless is the mother lying laughing in the stall

Wayside sits her child barely walking for to crawl

Until she too is beckoned as she wanders in the hall

Tomorrow none are hopeless

Tomorrow's what we seek

Tomorrow all the hungry gather forth with forks of meat

And dig their hands in stoutly stew

To eat they'll take the heat

And as it burns their fingers, they'll feel it for a beat

And as the burning lingers, here comes the gallant feat

For bell tones buying ringers, morrow's lost in long retreat

Cold

My loneliness burns cold and deep

An endless brew left now to steep

Upon the wandering window's keep

For now she stands in mourning

Be not far from whence I stand

There is a mouth, an arm, a hand

A vaguely vacant contraband

Who cannot shake his scorning

Give me something new to hold

Lest I lose as fear unfolds

And nerve leaves cool from hands so cold

My hands are cold till morning

Light

There is a deep obscuring mesh

that covers me as earthy flesh

I yearn to know, to hold, to seek

the endless secrets that you keep

Does not a sailor's ocean way

Dream as you yield your yesterday

To gaze in light that's travelled far

ancient light of distant star

I look up now in earthly plea

and drink your eldest hungrily

Time and space bend paths you pave

perhaps they, too, your secrets crave

Hold me now in starry light

of deepest blue I see tonight

I realize now through poem penned

to beg your truth I am condemned

Naivete

Indeed you are self righteous

in assertions of your truths

You may believe your ethics

be they small and so uncouth

So sip your sweetened mocktail

use my heart as your vermouth

And alas there is no trouble

for in trouble there is truth

Build your walls of holy fortitude

Pray hard now for your soul

On the mountain there is solitude

Pure of body, fractioned soul

So I sit here now, still lonely

And I wonder, when you fall

Will you think back on this moment?

Will you think of me at all?

There was no me, not ever

unblemished hands don't touch, you see

When faced with your desire

You forgot there is a me

A friend you never were

Friend, no you could never be

For when faced with your desire

You chose your hunger over me

And in scalding passions fire

We could never ever be

We tangoed ever higher

Up that gingko kink go tree

So afraid to lose, sweet liar

Sure is good you don't like me

Sing the hymns in righteous choir

But I've left. You won't find me.

- written on 07/02/23 -