Three Mona Lisas'

                                     

                                              Fiery Mediterranean eyes and skin of

I feel so helpless seeing you so broken Just tell me what you want me to do I'll do it for you mama even if I have to go up the highest mountain Mama let me dry your tears for you I hate seeing you like this You are drowning in your pain and sorrow So mama just tell me what to do and I'll surely do it I know it's not easy but an angel has been birthed to spread her wings and guide us each day She is in a beautiful garden but I'm here to help you get through this I want to help you to be strong again So just let me in mama

some people settle for what is on the surface
because of its pretty wrapper
thinking transendental beauty is enough
to keep the cold hand of death at bay
never taking the time
to look beneath the surface
at the beauty that flourishes
and nurtures all that is important
blind to the facts
that things on the surface
only conceal the deeper meaning.

Infinite is our universe
Ten thousand Milky Ways, Orions, Cassiopeias
Beyond imagination, blue, gray, invisible, infinite
I fasten in my seat, here
Visualize the portend heavens cosmic power
A helpless traveler in my mind, grandeur of constellations
As an early voyager, but at lightning speed
In heaven’s time and mine
Too vast for my mind to comprehend
How many star constellations?
Born, shine brightly, dim, explode and eventually die
For like our loves on Earth so nature’s crescent blanket ever to hold
Let’s not forget Zeus, the King of gods

I dream of building a subsurface maze,
scooping out loads of earth, constructing roads,
great humps and hills and highways. Holidays
are absent from my dream. The warm abodes

I’ll fashion from the soil will last for ages.
Born from an extraordinary mother,
my million kin and I will earn no wages
yet jolly in our job with one another.

We’ll cut up leaves and lug them to our lair
and feed the greenery to wholesome fungi
gorged on by our larvae. We’ll take care
of all our waste so nothing’s ever grungy.

I dream I am an ant. I dream of leaves.

is absolutely relative,
precise and differential,
linear and curved.

When you listen more
and more carefully
to its progressive
chord progressions

and calculated harmonics,
its convoluted waves
of sound grow more
particulate and fanciful,

with strange notes and
a stranger resonance,
like a room filled
with milling strangers

at a crowded party
you begin to wonder
whether or not you
should have attended,

where no one can find
the host or tell you
exactly what’s in
the hors d'oeuvres.

                                          In the American wilds there is
                                          kings and queens of the timberland,
                                          their pups born into a fraternity of royalty,

put on your fur coat

run prey down

wake naked on a

hillside printed scrap

of fabric

stuck between your teeth

the universe
in millions of bits
of an infant's eyes

in the courtyard
between the gods
the water never ends

it is my face
and yours together
in water as one

eyes never closing
we hide but cannot forget
the sideways glances

free as the sea
the wind-blown salt
that seasons the earth

I hold you
with lotus hands
that cover your eyes

as you baptize
yourself within the water
green as the earth

Where is my wisdom?
I seek to reconcile -

What I started,
I shall finish.

I have missed my purpose;
I have squandered a moment

Outward man shuns
Inward man.

My reflected image
Does not live.

I am fleeting -
Fading heartbeat in temporal death .

Alas, O swaying sapling
At wind's command.

Your strength
Wanes in melancholy.

Dissipating, needing God,
His guardian eyes.

I know He is here
I know He waits.