Proclaiming your heart

With a lion roar
As I proclaim this heart,
This pure wisdom,
There is no dearth
Of naysayers,
Conjurers of potboilers,
Evil imaginings
Within and without beginning.
As I speak
With several above me,
No one below me,
Humility beckons.
I reckon
That this is it:
The way of the world,
As I win it,
Hold close this pearl.

Dichotomy

What is abnormal
Is normal.
What is bad
Is good.
What is ugly
Is beautiful.

An ode to my mother

When you smile,
I say something.
Mean.
I mean it.
But I don't.
You want something,
I take you for granted.
But.
I love you.
Priceless.
Unconditional.
Tigress.
Puppy love.
Dove of peace,
And fortune.
Know.
That you are irreplaceable.
Milky, sweet, strong, firm.
Like.
Honeytrap.
Deluding me.
From the harshness of the world.
My love for you.
Not enough.
Tears.
Don't leave.

Our love

Love. All knowing.
In flux. Surefooted.
Love. Peace.
Compassion.
Memories transformed.
Tigers vs pigeons.
Rats vs elephants.
Mother's love.
My love. Your love.
We love. We decide.
We give. We give up.
We take. We slander.
Love. We fight.
We shriek as the
Pain gets too much,
But we know
That we have to
Love.

Forgiveness

My heart was hard,
Unbecoming, crude,
For all its afflictions.
For all the misfortune,
You bestowed upon me,
Silent, closed, rueful.
My stomach a pit,
My mind warped,
My heart was hard.
No feather seemed
Heavier on it,
My shins burdened
By the weight of my belly.
Till your friendship
Touched me
My heart was hard.
I love you now,
My blood is gentler.
It flows not knowing
Where it goes
But surer.
The dark cloud,
I don't oft see,
Because
My heart is lighter now.

The wayfarer Cat

The cat is after the fish,
Swimming into the vast sea,
It's ears are wet,
It's fur too, for all to see.
But it hasn't caught one yet,
Fishing, swishing, bungling,
But, unto death
It will go on,
Far out into the vast sea.
Chasing a dream,
Chasing a lie,
That cats always get
Their fish.
All wishes
Are granted,
A wayfarer cat
Was it.

The torchbearer

In the middle of the night
The torchbearer summons
The beauty of the light,
Going on into the darkness
His soul summons
All that he is sure happens.
There a sprightly maiden,
Here a bustling youth,
The torchbearer reddens,
His suit far too crude.
Marching forward, guided
By incandescence,
He brings forth a mighty
Nose for nonsense.
Scurrying feet,
Bursting loins,
Here the torchbearer arrests
His march
And barges into the darkness,
Lobbing his torch at the comers,
Not sure what happens,
The torchbearer lies.
Deathly silence,
On into the night,
Running with spright,
The torchbearer lies.

Blue

Infirm and total, total and lost,
On this red day, i'm blue,
On this red day, i'm in a soup.
lonely and alone. lonlely and blue.