Dream Time Poetry

Go, go, go – let no one stay
to see the wreck of yesterday.
Where once a body tall, proud, stood
now lies the shell of soul.

Humbled by the mighty sea
I dream again of you and me
and merge my senses all as one
to hear the scent of you.

My voice trails wide [...]

There’s always a sign be it glint of an eye
death, illness, or turning aside,
in the strange and mysterious movement
of soul to an ultimate goal.

I stand a spectator in anticipation
of correct interpretation
amidst the constraints and restrictions
of physical needs and desires.

But heaven on earth can only be bred
when I painstakingly relinquish [...]

The worms are in the woodwork
happy to be buried
because they can not be knowing
what was can grow again
if they think of sunlight
as similar to love.

It only takes one ray
like a knowing in the soul
to bring forth the manhood states
of perpetual forthrightness
and an upright stance
in the aura of a need.
But dark and dank [...]

It caught my eye one day towards the end of May,
obscured but partly so by wayside flowers wild,
and I paused to feel and enjoy reflected memories
glinting, gleaming, glistening, in the field of hope.

Confused it seemed familiar as if I’d spied before
a diamond in the broken bits of a tall [...]

There was no where else to go except into my soul
and in the closet all my clothes awaited my free choice
but how to choose the look, the feel, the way I ought to be,
to travel through the murky depths back up to being me.

I chose the naked truth, laid aside my human guise,
and [...]

The similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
can’t open doors to anything or anywhere at all
and I wait outside a stranger to truth and honesty
similar to, familiar, and almost but not quite,
the poor of Africa awaiting their hand-outs.

And too I know of dreams and needing to be free
unshackled to the similar, [...]