Scopophilia I can see my father
in the curls of my y's.
My mother
in the dips of my q's. I can see my brother
in the dots of my eyes
My sister
in the steps of the Mews.
I can see my own self
in any old body.
My forehead
wrinkling there anew.
I can see the future
in a pool of rain
My savior
O mirabilis,
in you. ---- Anthem This is a day
for poets.
I can see them: Leaning up against the window pane,
Whiling and wheeling in worlds and words
unseen. Trapped beneath the stretch of skin,
their hearts and minds soar sweetly
taut. Bearing songs from Mount Olympus,
and trailing fairydust do they return
to me. O poets, do not linger with your syllable
but spread and spiel and stretch and say
fearlessly. ---- iPoem You told me I could take it,
I'd never walked to school with it before. Sight and sound mesh and blend in one
And I see pieces of your soul
Each time the music surges.
----
Non-sense I sense a pattern, here, it sits
Waiting for acknowledgement.
In the breathless words you stole
From your aunt who said them
Better, more eloquent, more quaint,
You live her DNA even though
She is rock and bone and flesh
Beneath the slab. Still, you can live with yourself
If only the people recognize the
Genius you scraped off your own
Blood's back and now with it clothe yourself,
As if you had sewn it together
Piece by quilted piece, all alone,
In an Alpine cottage, over some sherry and brie. But you did not, did you? Insolent ruffian,
You are now called to the test and asked
To reconstruct the lie for your shame and
For your aunt's poor memory, dearest of creatures,
Whose tears and strife you would exploit
To gain a thimble's worth of honor,
Of which you have none, and shall have none,
So long as you boast with arsenic. ---- Conceited Silence falls like a leafy water drop upon her crescent face,
It drizzles down in the cracks between her skin where the bone
Rises up and meets its maker. Can she step around the crease, where the water leaves its trace?
It follows down its path and curves around her like a broken blanket,
A bracelet of little lives dying now coming now passing now leaving,
Silence quakes the steady drops and they fall parched and dry and rotten
Into the unforgiving earth, never to be seen again. ---- This one really blows You loop me, Laura, in a seductive dance
I cannot understand.
You dupe me, Laura, in a writhing trance
But you cannot make me laugh. Sideways, wandering, Laura, see that I'm on time,
Nowhere, falling, Laura, be my bride.
Lovely lady, there in green, with wrinkles in her hair.
Crinkled smiles, dressy seams, gems from here and there, Thus, the ball, thus, thus, my Laura
Dance your dance for me,
Weave your silent steps and be
My time, my earth, my sea. ---- ?????? (one of those 3 a.m. just-finished-writing-a-paper things...help...?)
half the battle is knowing how to be happy
but i know how to be happy
you have shown me how to be happy with Yourself
Death, dying, sacrifice, littleness
How to Be Happy:
(CHRIST) Joy in Sorrow
Life in Death
Redemption = Happiness
King in Pauper
Good in Evil
Hugeness in Littleness
Wholeness in Brokenness
Fullness in Nothingness
Fullness in Lowness
The heart is in the feet
The Soul is high, the Feet are low
But the Feet are Highest
And the Soul bows low
Before its Master, Little Feet
the Soul is in the Feet, not the Head
The Head is crushed at the Feet of the Virgin
Ego is crushed at the feet of a Jewish Virgin from Nazareth
Ego is drenched in the Blood of a Carpenter and cannot breathe
Drench me in your Blood, though I swallow you, really, you swallow me
Your brokenness makes me whole again
Your Death makes me alive
I must die so as to live
Just as you did so that I
Might contemplate your Goodness and your Grace
As I die to this world, but live in the next
The first act of the mind is dreaming
In the womb, the first thing you did was employ your imagination
You contemplated God,
You dreamed
The first thing you ever did was Dream
You Dreamed and you were face to face with God
You were whole
You came out and were broken
You saw your mother's face and thought she was God
You saw your father's face and thought he was God
you saw your family and thought they were God
you saw the world and thought it was God
you saw yourself and thought you were God
you saw the sun and thought it was GOd
you saw nothing and God was not
you saw your lover and thought she was God
you saw your enemy and thought they were not
you saw yourself again, in mirrors plain and everywhere in people and that God was all
and all was God
you saw the Church and thought it was God
you saw Love and knew you were on to something
You saw the Cross and knew it was close
you saw the man and knew Yourself.
you knew Yourself, you died to self, you saw a glimpse
And knew what you'd seen
You dare not repeat it
You seek it always
You see your Mother and know she has seen it too
You see your Lover and know she can take you through
To God Himself who is everywhere and not
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