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Unimagined

1.
closed fists
Opened lips, and breathing
Fire, with the good in me, treading
Quietly while being pulled down.
You say something like,
“fuck you fuck you, fuck you.
But I love you, and I’m tired..”

I paraphrase.

2.
Seems like there’s
Less light coming from the
Sun these days.
Cold is as
Old as time.
Slowly, we have been brought
Closer to where light can not
Touch anything. Not you, not
Me. Not you and I.

No shine.

3.
If I could exclaim my point.
Hear and be heard clearly,
I would say so, if I had
Something to say that is
and then I would jump as
Light through the branches of trees.
To shine down.
Down on you, down on me and
We could reach each other

Outside of words

There, surrounded
By nature, its gasping
Synchronicity,

So lovely,
On its way toward what
We say, is
Down.


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Let me just exist as a smile

And certainty of love by sunshine.
When the winds converge with
Fists, let my arms and heart
Open wide again,
And again with understanding
Not ignorant bliss but what it is
You need and we need to move
Together.

Let me understand the roots so
I can reach toward the sky in an
Innocent love wishing to leave it
Behind and so last somehow
Forever.
Copyright 2017

Sunontiepost

Incubus, Just A phase

I.
Low howl of wind being
Met by big trucks
Headed south and hell
Bent for leather.
Not a hundred yards from here.

II.
The sunlight reaching through the
Treeline before setting, spotlighting
Leaves as they let go, gently
Turning a fandango with the wind.

III.

Extinguished light of my good intentions
Left behind and turning to stone.
The names of the lost I whisper as
The counting clock makes its time
Ticking loudly when I am alone.

IV.

Coveted: the laughter of my father and mother,
The great and tender heart of my sister.
The spark of greatness my son keeps
Hidden, my wife, life’s sweet tinder.
The blaze
raging now in the forest where I’ve
Hidden her.

V.

The days when the
Smile reaches my eyes as
They sweep over and behold
the familiar and
Treasured kept near to the heart
Sacred like silver and gold.

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Cold west wind
Dead blunt force of a
Bumbling windchime
clanking all hell
and out of
Harmony in my ears.
—-
Loose thoughts of a
Bended mind about
The sunset draped like
A great cathedral mural.
Again the idea of West and
Waning time.
—–
Moon blue fingernail
Of the cosmic finger
Squeezing the trigger
Of the gun to the head of
The universal mind  then,
big bang
end of night.
——
Sweet life for a ride
Well ridden. The roads.
The rail, the beckoning
Sky, her great wide turns
Brewing weather, October’s punches

raining down.
We are born
Under the bird song again.

Thankful. Thankful.

©sunontiepost2016

Fall Back

Time.

in a study of five long years I found

time is meaningless in its measure

necessary in its application

breaking down our movements

into boxes securing blindness

making dark a thing, like enemy,

dragging the cold along, and

light, like a wanderer, like lost love,

drives by your house slow ,in long slow

circles, never a thought of reaching the

porch steps.

 

©sunontiepost2016

 

The Marigold

I sometimes consider the life

of a Marigold, promising spectacular

color of life in its folds, then the delivery

 and the short life,

color explodes and already

I consider the cold sleeping seed

then through winter, dreaming up

it’s next life in colors of fire.

©sunontiepost2016

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