Yurodivy

 Unpredictable the highway is his dancefloor
He wanders and dances as if in a fever
He kicks out of his stride with a taunting cabriole
He blows dust from the road up into the ether

Where it vibrates madly and become planets
He moves through the villages detached
No expression on his face, life unplanned
Then suddenly a playful smile

Every secret of the cosmos well known to him
He speaks in cryptic riddles with a cheeky grin
When confronted he becomes provocative and fearless
He lives without possessions, under clothes is hairless

Out here on open roads he screams into the lands chasms
randomly cartwheels, sticks his hand up to tease the wind
He walks harmoniously avoiding danger in his careless wisdom
Watching the miracles and tragedies of our times unfold and kindle

Age and time tied the knot

 Age and time were married
They would wake and eat together
Each day like a child of their own
Each step in unison

Breezing through mornings
giving their faces to dawn's brightness
What was time doing with age
Age showed off time like it was statue

And time pushed age on through the ebbs and flows
Motivating those essential changes
Age greeted time with celebrations
Time reminded age with clocks and phones

When they made love the fresh and the old disappeared
Their climactic gift was the present
Their feelings were moments, exciting seconds
Something was born like a solstice or eclipse

Humans don't feel their movement
Have lost all notion of history
Uninterested in the transitions and progressions
Neither pious nor athiest believe in the consequence of time

At the temple for washing souls(a free God)

 The two gargantuan temples awaited.
God was a child kicking a stone in the broad courtyard.
He knew he was God but played his reality as the child all the same.
He kicked the stone, it spun and hit the concrete.
He put his hand up to block the rays of the sun, as if this entity wasn't a family member.

Then he skipped just to enjoy the sensation of it.
I witnessed him do all this, as I entered the small rooms between the temple.
Once inside the elder women greeted and drew my death on the rock wall.
I grinned and gave myself up. I will let go here.
The hard rock wall covered with dried blood flaking and beckoning for me.

The elder women started their song which went from melodic and harmonic.
Into shrill cries, proclaiming and screaming blood curdling refrains.
As I felt my body smashed on the course and rough rock on the wall.
My body would be no more here under their strange wailing.
With little God planning the next millenia with the sun in his eyes.

I gasped my last gasp as teeth tongue and mouth were no more.
Crush me destroy me until I am finished my noble women.
Between good temples release me from existence.
Dance oblivion across me with your steps and words.
But before you do, split through into two.

My original two, the lamb and the wolf.
The giver and the taker.
Let me give my final offering.
Take my final fire from these sacred temples.
Let my name be dead forever...
Thus I witness the stone be kicked for eternity!
For I love a free God.

The fleck of you

 one fleck of dust flew up through that sunlight.
a lost desire, a whim we didn't know we had.
A tiny piece of ourselves flying off.
Being thrown upward exposed in the sunlight.

Gone forever on the chaos of the air.
The sunlight glints off it,
radiating the beauty of it.
As soon as you reach for it...

The air between your hand and the fleck,
pushes it away.
Oh these lovely people that I loved,
pushed away.

The kids I cannot save

 Helena looks out of her cot into the slits of sunlight.
Iluminating the updraft of millions of tiny specs of dust.
Like a waterfall falling upward in an empty room.
She was born with a disease, am I not a dispicable human for not saving her?

Lucas is on the floor, he is making noises with his mouth.
Words don't come yet, he was born slow.
He moves the tiny horse a long the tile, no smile, no focus.
He still needs love as she does, what kind of monster am I to not accept them?

God bless these children for I am not noble enough to take them.
And the world has no empathy for them.
I have no soul, I am the same mess of a human being.
In love with acquiring, in love with my routine and fantasies.

Not willing to give anything up.
I am part of the selfishness.
I am the narcissist and the self worshipping illusion obsessed.
I am a silly man with a wounded child in his heart.

Purple screen

 She slowly pulled away like a flower you forgot to fertilize
She sunk into bathrooms and well glazed mirrors
Losing herself ever so slowly but eventually forever
Into the creams and recipes the methods and secrets

She went inside the ocean of it all
I couldn't follow her through it
The purple screen waving back at me
giving her last goodbye

the solid screen shut and all I took was memory
Who would i be without her
Just an observer not a liver of experiences
Was she my courage and gift?

Could I not be more unto myself without her
The iron patience of that woman
The grace others seldom notice
her secret smile that takes hours to unglue

The sophistication of the primitive

 At the french villa a wealthy father gave his son a yacht
One he would take to the Mediterranean
I told the son not to sail as he had never done it before
That he should learn first

I walked through the vineyard the random grapevines thick leaves
made me think of hands reaching out toward the constant changing seasons
They reneted out a huge part of their land for outdoor sports
Exclusive people would do their trekking and rock climbing

Up on a pass on the range far above the estate there was a cave
There we were to prepare a barbecue to symbolize the primal
Cousins and restless drunks arrived insisting on how to build kindling
I inched them out with a handy shard and lengthy knife

Then went about conjuring that sweet fire that turns the raw into cooked
I lost myself in the turning of meat in the bragging of colleagues
I lost myself in the madness of overdressed macho obtuseness
Tools and matches, soot and charcoal, we were primitive