Bomba: A run on sentence

My world explodes dry bombs spreading with the dark silence behind the words of protest and blind teachers hide and run to save face for the fearsome as the class room children run blue fingers over block keys learning the alphabet of tame pain shamed and blamed my rocket men see it all from horrid distances twice removed that my jacket buttons burst the next point of destruction this walk our feet no longer bear and the talk our mouths curse you and I falling as clouds come down mimicking phoenix thought power leaks and oozes out of every corner adrift as a septic wounds knowing no discipline and showing deadly disease among my people's sickness spreading among the dead as it has for so many centuries before today's survival wish to stand among the living who condemn the down and down sinking belief knowing there was once a way out this thunder we all hear and feel in our bones.

If

If a life of servitude toward the inner purpose of man,
Rising upon dawns' free breath flowing unto heaven;
If in bearing thought wisely as to natures own cursor
I become what my birth intended me to,
I stand to welcome the vessel of time itself in me.
Greeting the blessing and its challenge of being.

If as provided by the forces of humanity surrounding,
Salted tears dissolve as sea gestures to the tides;
If in wearing the abode of gracious patience anew
I teach myself the words I learned to bear,
I push forward the notion of love beheld thereof.
Resigning unto the gifts and pleasure it brings.

If as solemn night shows witness's infinite domain,
Striving to become a wiser setting sun defined;
If in knowing lessening brings it together undivided
I beckon its resolve to know me more perceptively,
I entrust willing shelter of spirit unto my song.
And hereupon call it my one and only life.

Mystery

Mystery I want to swing in you
Holding the tidings of unknown
there upon my tidings a floor
dancing between the huddled
there and back again though younger
touch inside the gracious newness
of me that I never and always knew true
unafraid to love again below the skin
same as I trouble becomes prison free
to speak of selflessness anon
I give up throne wonder of speech
to show the one thing that holds me
My messenger so deeply you brown hair
I know how to care, I know who you seek
forlorn the days that told wisdom ignored
and by the by whispered leave it now
life breathes this treasure as I see it
growing into my body anew
Take but the solid tears of the path
forgotten, take the long days
and flush them with breath
My grip is but a burden , never take hold of mine.

I want to get out of here.
Pack an over night bag,
and hide out in love.
Wrap myself in some one's lap
put my head down and just cry
if I want to.
If even for a while.
Sometimes I choose respite in a bottle
Just to change the scenery,
Just to change where I am for a while.
Knowing full well the consequences.
Im a change junkie.
Im a love junkie, addicted to
The essential nature of being.
Time 'out' is both impossible
and strict against me.
Calling, beckoning me ever
Into a hole of peace.
The 'to do' list is longer than
the 'what's been accomplished today' list
and grows like an automatic
boobie trap just to spite my willingness
to obey its orders.
As static augments itself in billows
around my head,
Its dizziness making me hide or run.
Either way, all I can truly do is
Take it full blown in the chest,
"take it like a man" as they say
No room in my society for quiet
contemplation with exception of a two AM.
No room for giddiness just for the
stupidity of fun.
Sign this, stop here, go now, turn left
and go on .................
well, Ill go, straight on out into
the universe where holding
understands me, where the breeze is free
where direction doesn't matter
where the big heart of unity pulses steadily.
ahhhhhhhhh.

breathe the elements
as flowing feeling
residing in unspoken
tears of loving touch
life pouring as rain
inside the hearts echo
resounding humble like
etchings of prayer in
beings vessel rising
new dawns dreaming
pain away for miles
spirit knowingly
smiles perceiving light
wanting itself ever
uncovered song drifts
on high uplifting
souls beckoning

फर्स्ट try

March

My tower, my vast and broken dream.
My river, resounding in its scream.
My coffin, buried in the endless game
My face, constant dull ignoring pain.
My streets, bare charred and black.
My soul,turning from its sunken back.
My child, rising naked out of shame.
My innocence, gone without my blame.
My sunset, nevermore returning red.
My sight, blinded by the fading night.
My distance, surrounded by the shade.
My desire, cut by dulled thin blade.
My wanting, shot by a million arms.
My bed, deserted in the empty charms.
My beloved, consumed deaths eyes.
My thought, consoled darker sighs.
My abandon, true to the deep divide.
My gifts, no longer with me reside.

If I dont reach out
is there nothing that
reaches me?

Drew

Drew across my wilderness a path
Alone to stand in trouble and peace
Of child and age alike in my heart
Gift and beggar to places I know
Both hurt and healing in one bow
The pedestal and the prison of body
Suns and moons lead to renewal inward
Storm and calm flowing out again
Like it always does away from the maze
Away from my gaze that asks one thing
Into land comforting to see
Impregnated with the rest of night
Quiet in the friendless time
To seek the one joy of being