Know- Something Knew

What one man says
(If he thinks he know),
Generally go, and well so.

Once more men come,
And more men come go,
He go lost, and he don't know.

He never said he know,
He said he knew.
And now the world has grew.

Yet, as they come go,
They see, and they know-
He know, they know...
Enough for, to know, not knew.
Never. Knew not enough.

Djinn

No other vessel of my humble soul
Is so free to live boldly, to speak
Its phantom art of mind;
Yet, I am possessed just the same.

His eyes are narrow, fierce
With only small wonder-
Small flakes in a shallow stream, pure gold.
A current blurs
time against the tide.

As if he had a planet,
And I, but its faraway star-
We watch its lonely fate turn,
His dusty trail around the teartracks.

One day, he'll stand alone,
Sighing at the last glass jar,
The lamp I held all this time.
Gone, I will be, with all my wishes.

Magnolia Tree Revisited

It was I who was mistaken-
Seasons do not follow,
Old words could not lead
Some tale of true permanence.

Sweet, blushing green, still sharp
Cuts from the shadows, intricate,
Until they are clearly jigsawed away,
Swiftly peeled, near unseen,
From the secrets of each breeze.

Here, the only place so pure-
The warmth truly rests, lays
In ripple pools across glass shadow,
(For the summer turns such tides).

Here, the start of suspended pride-
Cracks and crevices holding unfaded sky,
All amid blessed creamy frame, wrought
For the most delicate trickle of light.

Empty Ideal

A broken kingdom, the one at hand-
The king is far away.
The stories, the stories of what he be,
Fine ladies' tongues at play.

They say he has a skin so bronze,
It needs no golden dusts.
They say he has his nights so sweet
That every lady lusts.

They say his shoulders are so wide,
And ever are so strong-
Every knight does envy him,
So what, pray tell, is wrong?

His lady, the queen, knows him best,
Beyond all woven lore.
Before his leave, these tales he sowed,
But his heart was gone before.

Here's a Miracle

To look down all paths,
Still winding and unwinding, be
Tempting behind-
Some dancing with others, to become
A tango of what could be, should exist
Some other phenomenal fate.

Still, time locks every particle
Blessed,
In the cold arms of Gravity-
Muse, yet unrevealed
Her binding spell- the last thing
To fall from days gone by.

Written Away

Bind me in my sweetest castle,
With no maids, but old words of mine,
Who smile upon my empty need
Of them, and their riches fine.

I'll have no beggars, no dreams misspoke,
Waiting for their release.
The poorest though of commonfolk?
I'll pen them as they feast.

Love, life, day, and night,
And death, not many times.
To live is the trouble,
My restless body chimes.

Fill and fill, this court will fill
With lovely lord and lass.
As queen, I hear none of them,
My previous works, en masse.

Lost, Yet Found

Sweet mortal of her finest age,
Formed of finest shape-
A harmony, a goddess boasts
Beneath the veil and cape.

Fairest yet of face and flesh
Does grace on simple tongue,
Entangles unread passions,
(the wisest men are young).

Hands and hands, be handy,
They scarcely gift of price.
Like sand to pearl, come beauty sheen,
No finish would suffice.

Last Magnolia Tree (V)

Gone, the glamour held- 'twas green,
Fluttering so clear of worry, and
Spilling with sensual wealth.

Dear summer, its slow dusk
Comes too soon, old and faded;
It lies unpainted at edges.

The rafters once filled, bursting with
New celestial pearls, songs
That spring left behind overdue,
Which took the foundation with it.

This left no heiress,
No accounts to burn,
No ashes are left in fragile light
(Lest the sepia rise like shadows).

Miracle

Sweet angel, who comes-
A breath of wind so sad,
Bruised in the broken tumult,
Lost in a sea of anger;

The poorest man could save her,
So I did, and was blest
With joy- her eyes opened,
She saw what I was.

"Madam, you are restless,"
Her bright eyes said.
"Madam, you are weary.
Madam, we are both lost,
You and I."

To love, to be held
So close- no easy thing.
The arms are wider, wider
Until they hold the world.

Modern Belles

Venus truly rises, at her best
Amid no stars, no light-
She never found herself vain.

Beauty after beauty,
Night after night
Finds itself vanquished, thus-
One after another fights,
Tangles for the spotlight
(Where there is none).

The ground is littered, dusty
With those who glitter, yet
We all must look up.

Wisdom

Mother, Mother,
My eyes are dimmed
In past lights of day,
In wars not mine.

My tongue is weary
With the same strange speech,
Again and again- I know
not to say, otherwise.

Mother, mother,
I know not tomorrow
Nor the day after that.
Maybe you don't either.

Starboy

One day, he'll take me
Through the simpler veils of open night
To gaze upon his starry sky.

There, his world sits still-
He tucked his firmest mark there,
Hid his gentlest smile.

No stepping stones, introductions
Prompt well in that place,
No words could stay.
We will just be.
Up there, he'll be;
Only he will take me.

Plead With Me

O, Romance, if you hear me sing,
Soft as a stream kissed raven's wing;
He gives his shadow to the shade,
Where days are broken, and persons made.

Where night is cruel, a beau of death,
Who serenades in hollow breath;
Never theirs, yet theirs to give:
Until dawn breaks, glass castles live.

So, make me gentle, sharp, and swift,
With glowing visage, yet a shame to lift.
Bury my joy, beneath thorns now mine,
I see one handsome, that naught refine.

Forbidden

He took me where I found me, first,
Where the wind told me my name
And I told it his, scorning
That either us betray.

Yet, it wrapped itself in my hair,
Thin ribbons binding severe
As any broken goddess could say.

It brushed me hard in torn pastel,
And he, in lavish nesting, thread
Hidden in the open breeze-
Sheer, pulled layers a beautiful sin.

There we were, years later,
Cloud after cloud had gone,
Tearful, wreaking stains breaking
Only ghosts from the shadows.

Unfinished Business

One escape will always need another,
For truth is ugly, as dark and pure
As any diamond could tell you,
Its hardness is its cure.

The diluted shreds- merely ash, but
Dead, and growing fine-
They leave their roots upon the sky-
And upon illusions dine.

False fears breed false hopes,
Lust that never fails.
What began as bewitching glory
Ends as darkness pales.

To stab that beast when it was light
Would end it- bleeding and cold.
To enter it, and consume its rage
Would find me foolishly bold!

(At last, I walked to it, unarmed
And gave it up, resigned.
Perhaps I'm no good martyr
To take that hell to mind.)

Orpheus

Emboldened in cold reflection,
The mind takes its wings,
Lent from the altar of dreams.
Mine, mine, it says
And I am to win.
There is no other.

That dream, I built-mine,
The people left behind, mine,
The forbidden luck emptied, mine,
The time, which kneels for me to plead.

The fake sun crumples, emptied
Of the pride it kept from us.
It becomes real, for once-
A place of sworn, forgotten foothold.

May It Be

Find me in the summer's end,
When dreams have had their fill,
Eating at the irony- long
Abandoned by my will.

When time is bitter, lost to chance,
(Silent parley, so it fell)
That I should still be me,
And still you know me well.

Hold me like it's sunset
And little shall we know,
How moments aim to spare,
And miss to overflow.

Zebra's Fray

I found someone, strange to me,
Who found this world unraveling.
You see the stripes, she said to me,
Black, white, or just traveling?

One knot to another, they walk
A tightrope, just the same.
Each other's dreams, they stalk
A worn, beaten frame.

Wno knows where it began,
When life fell black on white,
And turning it around
Meant turning from the light!

Knowing

This be a slice of reality,
A sheet of paper fallen, conveniently,
Away from the empty weight
(On which this love affair began).

Feigning silence, architects?
They dance around a universe created,
Projected, calculated, desecrated,
At last, dejected- a shrine.

One slice, just one, and
I am far from here, leaning
Far past the breadth of life, daring
To fold, peel this sheer leaf- anew.