Feeling Dented

May 25, 2001 ~ Feeling Dented ~ There is thunder beneath my eyes Blue streaks of lightening Scuttle before me While my garden lays strewn Of all the wanting flesh of my enemy ~ Exactly whom can that be My crying falls into nets Filled with hooks and knives As they hit the black waters That are filled with fire upon waves ~ Running in wishes and solemn shame A stranger has returned to me We murmur in talk of tombs Speech broken by silence That only the deaf can know ~ Nothing remains but my nightmarish thoughts Filled with dents and all banged up I need to be anchored to the floor Under the earth the loud sea can be heard Pacing among the sandy shoals I may be found ~ No wings upon my feet to lift me Sweet glowing vigor vanished . . . again from life No balance No gestures Dented and stepping down ~ The sky has not moved much these days I see no wonderful shapes to create Trees are much to high for me to reach Strong flesh I once knew so well Has overpowered my own cries ~ The delicate flowers have now folded Odors and aromas seem to blow away to soon A sensitive confusion moves through my blood Waves of emotion are breaking my mast Soon I feel I may list to one side ~ I want so much to believe But my body is bound in pain The symmetry is foundering Sinking to leagues where oxygen lessens Here I shall find no trees ~ There will be no gestures of kindness No love There will be no renewal of life If I should want for such The thrill and breathe is smothering ~ Tlb Written May 25th, 2001 © on Jun 02 2001 05:19 PM PST   0 • 1