Sound-side

This home place
gliding gulls
dropping clams rocks
familiar crack
shells opening
my shell breaking
likewise

This great sadness
about time
that is lost
already, she'll view me
with disbelief,
much the way that
I fathom her
grandmother spirit
I'm caught
midway
thus

Those marauders
costumed
as believers
once bled life away
stupidly
I ignored words
widening lesions

We love
all wild confusion
that family
muses through
blessed
the whole mess
a gift

Ignorance often
blissful
like a breeze or
a whisper
my heart
a child
who needs
wisps of hair
lovingly brushed
from eyes
drying tears

Clarity

The opera lens clicks to focus…

HD’s view upon the world…

Expectations wound frustration’s glance…

Unleashing the voice and taking the chance…

Screaming.

Perhaps it’s just self-pity, babe…

Perhaps it’s just self loathing.

Perhaps it’s just the way I was trained.

Perhaps I’m saving nothing.

Perhaps.

But if it’s my real you’re wanting, then…

You’d better get in line.

Behind me; I’m still seeking it.

My vein of gold; buried inside.

Burning.

I’m a power shot of something…

I rarely understand.

Got to take your coffee black and strong.

Got to take your coffee black and strong.

To keep the beat; to sing the song.

Always.

I was there all along, babe.

I was swimming in the light.

I was dancing in the darkness, babe.

Trying to get it right.

Trying to get you, right.