... Dave Wheeler
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Hope There is shining light Flowing In back corners Hope is a toad That might not jump Gray black sackcloth Lines a coffin Meant for truth Truth walks by, whistles and laughs Scrapes off the cob webs With lobster claw hands and says Maybe sometime, but not quite yet" I sing songs Words don't matter Tunes vibrate tales that can't be spoken My soul resonates with the universe but I am numb Dropping quarters down a storm sewer Parking tickets six inches thick Under my eyelids I have forgotten What I am Why I came The school bell rings again The lessons do not lesson Almost waking I continue to walk Sleeping for the truth Is a back-alley Servants entrance I want the lobby Piano bar and all I'll buy truth a few strong ones To loosen her tongue Her song will flood my heart Words stacked like firewood Start to burn with her singing A pyre of the useless I am organ grinding A pale excuse for this opera In my head I keep turning the crank Stirring the feeble strains My ears only hear her voice That is why they hunger I have swallowed the last baloney bite My pallet is tuned for caviar Photons start to ooze Out from under the back door and That toad That toad still hasn't jumped Comfort I Want you To take my head Into your lap and stroke My temples and whisper that Everything is all right and purse Your lips to say shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I Want you To lie to me to Save my feelings When you know that The truth will hurt too much Swearing all the while it is truth I Want you To listen to me Smile and hold me Pointing to the good That is all around our world Swearing all the while it is true I Want you Tell me that Every thing is All right, head in Your lap, temple stoked Shhhh, now, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I Want you To, shhhhh, shhhhh I Want, shh I Shh, shh Shh Pendulums Your landscape Like slow rolling hills Invites me to explore Discovering breathless wonders Secrets beyond words and This sphere The pendulums of our lives Are swinging and overlap Of arcs We arc like frayed cable and Termination Sparking blue current of life Between us The electricity of your soul and mine Merges Into the power of creation We create Beauty That transcends the flesh Feeding the universe Honey milk from teat I become infant At your breast Suckling energy In profound joy Moving from summit to summit I land in valley between Feeling and irresistible pull down your Meridian To your center The center Of the universe Has no better representation Sparse golden strands hide nothing Of the perfect chocolate rimmed coral Iris Exploding with bloom and Bouquet I breathe the moist air Of your excitement Consuming your sacrament I become... I become more aware, more alive More natural, more me The breathy whispers from your lips Coax me up and in We merge Like satin against silk There is a painful slowness Like leaky faucet Irritating nerves With desire and pleasure God-like expressions of the universe We fill the void With our becoming We become like all living things Like all things Vibrating in the throes of destruction and Creation Everything in focus and dissolved Everything clear and blurred Clearly blurred Into pendulur swings We forsake other drives No other pursuit Matters or shines Moments meld into hour into hours Into ridiculous, past the limit Striving for perfection We are perfection Even through salt muddled, burning clenched eyes Vision is clear A sight beyond sight Breathless words Evoking images That began so many eons ago The collective mind is smiling To our contentment To our bliss As the hurricane Breaks apart Our ships begin to reassemble Into new forms The glass of the sea Is like your skin Smooth and perfect We are new I am new In the invitation to explore Slow rolling hills Your landscape Main Page
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