(resonance of reforming)

happiness

less an event
more a state

that you and i

and we

create.

to stretch the veneer of life
over inanimate characters (text)---
safe-haven found in one name
capability a culpability to deriving abstract

we kindle our fires in the ancient forge
so constant and regular in neglect;
love, felt.
love, chosen.
love, augmented by incarnation
                   in-carnation
                   formulation: solidarit-us.

simple complexity-
the only contradiction
is in the indictment raised//nothing is simple
                             without being likewise and equally complex
                             and nothing complex is not reducible
                             to a simplicity (of explanatory
                             impetus)

what?
-yes,darling-
you mean all
and i   will  kill / whate'er interfere
and i thrill still / fore'er in here

tag a suffix on
the common : love-lock
let man not separate, let us not separate
let I not---
            mutiny.
            subvert
           insurrect
           undermine
           (       )
            destroy

wicked:
the murder of my heart is a daily task
too urgent to restrain---

[your mental affairs
[always were adultery
[and it surprises not
[that the fruit of
[thoughts and keystrokes
[is the desecration
[of your bed

what?
-hey,stupid-
            (pants-on-head...)
axe-grind the root?

just
a week/world away
emerging from the wilderness of names.

can i have my ability to think coherently back
now that the fate-spasms have lifted?

(displace the heirarchy)
redefine self | rediscover health
-blame the magnets and the magic;
the singularity charge...

a single
        pulse;
("blood"has a new meaning)
- a new;
        blended identity

maybe there is room for two in this universe?
(no, just one!)

soon the eyes will be on us
plotting our maps to forever
and when i allude to you it is everything
i treasure in this life;
                       lyrics, substance, colour, light
                       and poetry so meaningful.

you/make me terminal
    "       hope
    "       (hate abortion
                          of love)

i make/cut this covenant
-never to half-mean
never to half-love
-never to halve us
for

we've waited long enough in these
states of matter, states of heart:
(ice to preserve, water to waken)
vapour to breathe a beautiful start

Oh,
how sweet the sound of You changing me!

It sounds like my heart torn out, through every vein and artery.
It sounds like a million doves in slow descent.
It sounds like my thoughts engulfed in flame…

It sounds like galaxies cowering, universes quivering,
and the bone-crunch of fallen worlds beneath Your feet,

Oh God; All of them my own!

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Every morning, no matter the time, feels like Stupid O'Clock™.

And I feel like driftwood - dead and rotty and far away from you.

My face is growing back, or at least what's left of it.

I know that in time, I'll find the old me here and that scares me to no end.

Words in my mouth feel like a fistful of unswallowable soda crackers - chalky at best.

...and all I really need is sleep.

(i wrote this to the sound of cities burning)

and it is
a choice i made
but a choice i feel
sounding my depths
in all of time;

and you
you are the entirety of my need
the riptide pulling me together

every instant that passes takes me, just a fraction
just a fraction of time closer to
that stable place;that stable face (intricate & without blemish)

call it my stable race,
                       the stability chase ended all but a heartbeat ago

so i stop shaking
and my quivering ends
in the quiver *(fills for me
to shoot this world full of ballistics)

though i must confess a
preference for

melee
combat - as a

general
rule

half frozen…
not quite water, not ice!
an abomination;
beautiful glorious layers of death upon the fertile soils
slowly freezing every precious tendril of the human spirit

solid veins stiff:
bring a sun

Note: This was mostly written by Steph; I just fiddled with it at her request. And yes, published it with her permission. I’m good like that. Collaborative poetry is fun. Can I say that?

words have a way of
words have a mind of
words have a life of
their own.

One word can spark a fire,
Two words can put it out

Three words can change a life.

bring out your sword
cut down the words

before
they leave my mouth
they change my world

or pour
your healing touch
upon them
so they

become
a tiny seed;
a rainforest.

sit down, stand up
feeling bad and feeling better
i’m just a bicycle wheel
on heavy rotation,
this silent radio signal
ain’t helping me none

bed; a coffin
clock; the nails
clock me
right in the head