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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.


Copyright2017sunontiepost

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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

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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

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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

 

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What’s rising up inside is silent

first. This is not cheerful but

feel for where it is coming from and hold

yourself still

your tongue too, as it comes up further

reaches the places where

razor wire has grown like a cancer in your

body, running hot in your veins, still be still

though it commands your mind

to suffer along side the wrecked and ruined

heart and tremble

tremble.

Do not reach with hands

this place

over time, runs the silver down your face and

further along you will learn how to break

over and over

you will learn to

abandon.

 

©Sunontiepost 2016

 

 

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1.

Where did my legs go this time?

perhaps, into the waters off Oahu,

Tiger sharks at my feet.

2.

Tonight my loving wife and

my sweet mother won’t sleep

the machines will go beep beep beep.

3.

Yes, count your friends

count them on one hand.

whenever you are ready.

4.

This has been such a long siege.

swallowing pride, choking on pain,

do I really have to do this again?

5.

Eric Clapton’s, “How Long Blues

plays again, I have washed myself up

to wreck, presently to be broken.

6.

Whatever breaks was meant to be

broken. Who said that? Maybe me, I’m

too close to the floor now to write poetry.

7.

This is gonna hurt!

My shoe!

Copyright2015  Sunontiepost*

*a penname*

Note:  Yes, #7 was supposed to be funny.

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Choke and swear

waving hands side to side,

just to get my message

past the blood-red tide

coursing in my veins, loosed from

collapsing rooms, that are dark with

dread, always pounding doom.

___________

I come out from behind my eyes.

I can see you from ten feet high,

can’t come down till the

voice inside

says I’m the circle

not the line

drawn across my face

and time.

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for Rachel

I almost forget the Foxgloves but

remember them setting the red

watering can down.

Their dark green poise

cries out, wildly, against the canvas of colors

that festoon the deck I call

Rachel’s Garden.

They must be thirsty too, so I

drew more water, more blue crystals

imagining their tender roots reaching in darkness

determined to be strong as above

their long curved lips dream

and drink from the sun.

I pour the meal like rain

coming down over the center as

suddenly the cicadas wake

wind out their song together,

a fluttering ancient whine

from the trees, that also dream,

also drink

I need time to think

hoisting the red watering can in

Rachel’s Garden.

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A shuffle
arms move to some beat
unheard

balance that groove
Lazarus!
Where are your dancing shoes?

caught in the combine
threshed for good measure
set to burn with the miracles and
treasures?

you cant sell your life for
money now and the tomb
you came from
caved in

only stones left
filled with fire and
hands
ripe for throwing
reaching for them.

Then lands the first one for
you to realize
you were never here
never were

the whole time

Sunontiepost*
Copyright2015

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Under the Bradford Pear

Under the shade of the Bradford Pear
the old red dog’s nose down
Insisting something has  been there
Sniffs, snorts, her eyes turning to me
Ringed now in silver and serious.

She must think I am a poor judge of this
Piece of land we’ve carved out and
Declared our own. I am the pitiful
Observer at the end of her leash
Doomed to survive her in what are
Surely her last days now adding
Up to thirteen years plus.

So I let her lead me,

  even in the rain and
The heat that decays because
 I know
Her great heart sees me, and I see her back
Her body trying to betray. She keeps
Moving, stumbles, keeps moving,
Loves with all her understanding
anyway
This broken man somehow a
Stranger to the world around him

lifting her back up gently
  from the center. Gently with

no thought of death, ignoring pain.

Not for the first time
Under the Bradford Pear
I send up some heavy prayers
Asking whomever lives up there
To make this thing called a soul
Inside me
Love without condition, like her
To let the light shine out from me
for once and forever and
See completely inside the
Temple of the dog

Live forever in the lifting of the fog.

Sunontiepost 2015
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