06 Thursday Feb 2014
Posted in death, fearlessness, poems, poetry, Uncategorized
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i stare at death directly
no barriers between us
blond predator eyes staring,
mine equally fiery, flashing
total dissolution
when and where we merge
i don’t care
every day is life or death
the strangely ignored baseline
i’m stripped to bone
and nothing
except breath
separates us,,
in this death i now face
beyond it i see
utter fearlessness
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in poems, Uncategorized
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New rain smell
falling
through the open window-
no more kicking shadows
down the road.
No slant of light
to shed them
with drop after drop after
drop
the clouds empty
for this thirsty land
to sip, no
gulp,
in the rare
and precious
openness of the receiving.
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in gratitude, poems, poetry, tea, Uncategorized
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if i can reach you when the darkness surrounds you,
if there’s a light i’m able to shine
to give direction when all orientation disappears,
i count myself lucky,
offering only what i know
from all the time i’ve been lost in the night
and faced the depth of pain a heart feels when it seems likely to crack in two,
i hold out not my hand
but point the way to the hand i hold
and, in its small way, this act
may be what it takes for you to save your own life
because
that’s what we do for each other,
and while i haven’t much to give
i do understand what feeds our essence~
love
compassion
kind words and laughter- if they come-
silence and listening..
you are not alone, for that which moves my blood,
also moves yours,
we are not so unalike, you and i
let us sit at the invisible table
and taste
this day’s hot brew when the cold wind whips
and we haven’t any idea where else to go
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
05 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in lost, night, poems, poetry, Uncategorized
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When the zeros line up
it’s only a new day
and
all things are possible
(spoken best, of course,
with the head woggle of a native Hindi speaker)
and the blankness before you
the discomfort of the void-
in that dark place, magic is born
where what normally hides from the day can play~
let it beckon with crooked mischievous finger
and whisper its haunting melody..
times come when the path must disappear
beneath your feet
and sitting, awake, through the night
may be exactly what is best for spirit
to guide you
04 Tuesday Feb 2014
Posted by feralpoet | Filed under nature, photos, Uncategorized
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03 Monday Feb 2014
Posted in death, gratitude, nature, poems, poetry, transition, Uncategorized
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When the trees reach their greenest,
that is when I will fly,
wings strong and broad for the long journey..
with feathers, iridescent,
reflecting the sky,
tail tasting the coolness of clouds,
eyes bright with the adventure
of following the setting sun, and
my heart singing the song
of every hour,
each tear and bubbling laugh,
that ever was
03 Monday Feb 2014
Every morning, often at dawn, I step outside,
taking bare feet into the empty pasture.
Connecting the circuit between sky and earth,
as surely we are meant to do,
blood finds a clearer rhythm.
And the birds at daybreak
speak eagerly.
I listen.
And pray.
And when worldly cares wet-cement my perspective,
the best offering I can sound
is only
thank you.
02 Sunday Feb 2014
Posted in night, poems, poetry, Uncategorized
While contemplating the potential benefits
of becoming a drunken recluse,
writing the nights into oblivion-
the dishes drip in the rack,
clothes agitate,
bills disappear from the list,
replies send.
Teeth even get flossed.
Pouring my pain into a tumbler
and drinking it down, only
to smash the glass into satisfying bits,
and repeat. The sound of those shards
crack through mind and all, really, I have to do
is run out and buy cheap booze
and glassware I’m not attached to.
02 Sunday Feb 2014
Posted in family, nature, poems, poetry, Uncategorized
When family
is a broken sandcastle,
pick up a stone.
One, tides destroy,
as they must.
The other,
they sculpt.
Hold that stone, and kick
a wide arc of sand, while diving
through salty arctic water,
and build whatever
wherever
whenever you wish,
knowing your creations
protect the royalty
of your own nature.
Salt, Smoke, Water and Stone 