my guitar

hangs there
with six voices
bleeding with songs
living very deep
in the mirror

when my children were born

I could see it in their eyes
each time I saw another poet
has come with passionate wisdom
to wail alone into the void
with fists raised high in the air
constantly contemplating this chaos

a poem

soars above meaning

and liberates every soul

open to its song

silence

my mind

tears out pages

waiting for voices

to wake the poems

evening routine

*
grave

forget tenderness
serene silent threnodies
rage deep in my soul

*
intelligence

shines in his deep eyes
as he spirals in circles
through the garden leaves

*
angry

ranting and raving
in the overwhelming light
collapsing in sweat

*
response

he sticks out his tongue
and bangs his head on the wall
behind the garden

*
sweating

mother revolted
by the dark blood on the wall
screams in tender fear

*
later

oblivious he
undoes the lock on the gate
washed clean by the moon

beneath whispers

the heart alone
has taken charge
thoughts fill too slowly
prayer acts as referee
between the heart and mind

the dance alone
has vanished bright
thoughts fill too darkly
prayer acts as laughing joy
between the feet and mind

memory

a death seed sings the distant
melody traveling toward sea
with such quick impatience and

claims new worlds
to light the roads
dawning beneath your feet