Union of Peace

Union of Peace

When unity calls peace takes position
while some take advantage of the release
and surrender to failures again
Meanqhile quotes Chomsky and Schlovsky
But forgets there's nothing new in the mix
The union of all numbers is greater
than what has no meaning's triter than trite
only honor can fix what is broken
The rest keep on going Caterpilers
No reason to stand still and see  Rose
For it's lost its perfume has no more scent.
One third of it for the chivalrous fold
And two halves of the precious third portion.
The immigration agent wears his robe

Peace Lion

Peace is not a cessation of conflict
Peace is an active meditation rite
Enjoyed and partaken is decisive
Beneath it are torment's disastrous ticks
The never ending horizon at bay
while daffodils dance under cloud layers
Still peace is aware of no happiness
Only the long expectant interlude
The seeming appearance of tomorrow
Unheeded and Unknown future hours
Still peace sits as still as a Lion Mare
She is both a protector and hunter.
Her tail and her broad joints and jaw
The musculature of her spine and legs

Peace Fall

When you want to say something you've felt it

All along it was shrouded in mystery

it waited for your audience to speak

It would have to be a message of sort

For it urges itself forward with will

As though it were broken by a mandate

A thorough recognition facing life

The inherent inception of that force

In itself is no more a perception

Of everything that will come to happen

As surely as something is not nothing

Then by that passage and with this prescience

The word is the phrase of the word's grammar

Ambidextrously, announcements of nouns

Taken upon themselves to get it done.

Begin to Be

A bell, a dish, and a flower image

Placed all together around a table

Which fuses the time, place, and hourglass

As teacup is a reversal of sage

When was Warmed and turned to liquid essence

A Circle is drawn as we’re drawn in it.

Inhabiting the surface it is in

Like two halves that don’t match still emulate

What seems is what was made as possible

That has no author is a material

Bound all together and insubstantive

Have worth when no other is similar

To be is not to be all but being

It is to become, be still, and begin

Life Song

Song with your wonder Song with your Beauty

Sing as though nothing compares to these Lines

Bring from out of their memory the Time

The birdless birds as their singing enflames

And songs drawn from one song drawn from all Songs

The universe is itself a song too

Its Multiples are multitudes so too

Song belongs to all of us as we Know

It is neither for itself what to Us.

We are its material it our Source

Smaller than song there is nothling but Love

More mysterious than it its power

It is simpler than it is existence

Everything that was became nothing since.

Heart Rose

I Am The Voice of The Rose’s Heartsong

I am born of Love’s Virtuosity

Draped over with Purple or Blue speckles,

and Small as are the Strings of Sorrow Yet

It is Beatifuller than a Leaf’s Gold

The enough of it scatters a Lullaby

and lays down its head as to die slowly

but hesitates its destruction it Holds  

when suddenly as it braves fearlessnes

is crownd as a thorn full of blissest best

Love is a force of its gentlest strengths

crafted of  cuts that are Threaded sheening

I was not a Rose to speak of at all

I am neither one now nor be one will

Chantilly Chair

As the chair sits it sits down on its legs

The squared frame of its back forms a pattern

Auster toned wood reminding of a church,

and a likely very serious guest.

The chair embodies her stern qualities

and as a group that gathers around her

as eager for enterprise as for art

Certainly, darling, my dye it is Cast

Of sterling veneer and official sense

sheer perceptibly doubtful of reason

which needs to make itself ransom to bonds

an Empire at once is an instinct

There can be no greater power concedes

but to its confectious fertility