Upside Down.

When up is down.

I'm all turned around. fall out. but really fall in.

hold my hand while i cross.

the river, the street, the tight-line,

the ocean, the land before time.

there's nothing sad to find.

Except being left behind.

It's just the other side. hold on. let go. Redial.

We're marching to zion. or at least a land called that.

I'm up all night again.

Because i'm on the other side:

The side of the world where everything is upside down to you.

Nothing holds my attention, except a hot cup of tea.

Wake me up from my awakened state.

Let me be in waist deep sleep.

hang the phone up.

please dial again.

exhaustion is speaking.

i'm out of town.

Sun

As thoughts compile
And run through my head
Day dreaming for hours
That one day, you’d pick me

I knew it would come
And I knew it would go
I found a place to dream
While quietly letting go

The road passes through life
And I’ve finally found a way home
But this has never been
Where I belong

My hope is in the God
Who gave me such a friend
But time has shown that I
Can’t get what I desire

I wish you the best
I hope you are blessed
And I pray for the grace
That my tears will erase
And I will see the sun

Counterrevolution to all that 'love thrift'

We live all together all at once
Everything in a swirl
Old hands and newborn lips
All weathers and places
Moments in history and moments passing now
Are all in and part
Of me, us, we, i, u, i-u
We are a giant spaceship of the most magnificent kind
Orbiting the sun
Love ‘aint a feeling or a safeguarded emotion
Its being the chosen one

Where’er we sail to and from, rocking and drifting,
We never move away from the golden sun
Born in 1943 or yesterday
The whole world is the chosen and
Love is for everyone.

ways to ease the dying pain

Every now and then i see ‘all of ‘this’’ as so familiar it feels strange to see something you know you should recognize, but can’t really explain what it is, or even how you think you know it. And under the sun, a time-mesh, so that you can really see that nothing is new. Everything is as it has always been. Different colors and forms, but sameness, mathematical patterning of people, places, loves, wars. That birth and death are so similar. Inevitableness. Hands of God on His creation. For the rest of it, we have voices and we can alter things, eternal things, but for those imminent moments we have to step back. And the moments in between are……all holy. Dealt out second after second more grace, more mercy. But then, there is so much sorrow and so much pain. And i swear all people know it. The same pain that we all can’t express. I think we all know it. It’s a ‘dying pain’ i call it, and there are more than a million zillion ways to die and ways to feel that ‘dying pain’. And i just think that on this earth there is no answer for it, the pain, or the dying. So……….what is it all for. Inevitable pain and suffering!! Great! But seriously, this is about helping each other and in so helping self. I think of it like, sometimes you need to hear a certain word from someone and it makes all the difference WHO, and WHEN its said. Sometimes it’s the right words from the wrong person. It really matters who cares for us. And the relief it brings, ive seen it being lifted, its kind and lovely and life giving in a way, in a way it’s the one time ive witnessed a possibility to answer the ‘dying pain’ .

anatomy of the moon (in parts)

I am bent in the middle, by long glass windows from floor to ceiling and long hours from dusk till morning and a single phone call who had gotton the wrong number and some party going on the background turned my face to the sky like I remember the moonscape at Balladona and thinking whatever is inside my head, must look like this. All circles of solar and flecks of reckless light. I was young once and knew all this already. Single. Solitary. Afraid but afraider of needing to be unafraid. It is my suberterfuge to squeal at the thought of living alone. At the deepest most rational part of me, I have a voice steady as a beat that tells me to leave it all alone and come and see ‘this’; apparently I ‘have to see this’. I am all twisted inside and wrapped around a tree, the leaves are precious are rare are me.

8.10 painscore

Come life
Butterfly fill up with blood
Come soak up this lifeless pool
Take my wings and legs and tie up hair back
Take my hands
Pull me behind you so that there are parts of the journey i only see through blurred eyes and half felt meaning
But there are moments the sun is beating down on the garden path
Everything seems so endless, but it is just such a small thing.

Over Soon

There are lines that run out. And lines that never end.

But this is not one of them.



There's a quiet rise each morning. And a silent bang at dawn.


There's a reason beyond all reason that screams before it rings.

Sweep me under the sunset, and place me in the cupboard.



Fine lines never run out, but we are the uncircular kind.

The sort that ends. And the one that begins.


Wake each day and know the way.


Know exactly what to say.

Passionality Without Rationality

I fear I fall in mindless things
And seem to never create my wings
The only song Life ever sings
Hints only of it's many stings

I've not surrendered
To the pain
Of a thousand dreams
Caught in the rain

Follow me, follow me
Follow me, If you dare
I'll be waiting for you
Right over there

Tears come falling
But I will not be crawling
Life is over soon
And she'll not go unless in ruins

I dream, I dream
And dream some more
For there's much, much more
Of life in store



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Love.
Is. Not. Blind.

It bleeds instead of dying.
It heaves instead of sighing
It is strong instead of leaving.
And hides behind no single self
Nor desires any man's wealth.

Complete by nothing
Except by giving
Love is not blind
It is forgiving.

Rends and bends and
Never descends
It weeps
And goes on living
And feels so deep
That life can never hold it
But never ends in death.