“The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is swallowed by the icy comber Of eternity. On the frightening reef The purple remains go to pieces, And the dark voice mourns Over the sea. Sister in my wild despair Look, a precarious skiff is sinking Under the stars, The face of night whose voice is fading.” Georg Trakl. Translated by Robert Bly; The… Read More
I joined the crew I found my tribe I wear a patch Over my I Too much to do And so little time Shape these words To make them shine I’m a one in ten Been gone too long Presence of mind Will keep me strong The wounds I claim Have shaped my life I’ve found my soul She’s now my wife The sun and moon And now the stars Have carried… Read More
A year of darkness You keep me under your spell But I’ll conquer death © Bluecusp Creative 2018 – All rights reserved.
How we choose to carve each other up Using words as blunt machetes Hacking away at emotional limbs Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground We replace authentic light with manufactured Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises In the name of self-improvement All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds. © Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights reserved.
I kissed you tonight, The full moon blushed, Pink as cherry blossom. The sea swelled, But the tide lamented. Ebb and flow, Give and take. You look radiant tonight my love. ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.
Imprisoned flowers Parched of light Refuse to open For the honeybee Yearning to sip Of the nectar From under the Cherry blossom tree ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.
The bleating of corpses passing by with Dead words spoken from frost bitten lips Linger in the air like vacant cobwebs Their refrain silently torments Dejection creeps stealthily, tiger-like Through the moonlit bulrushes As the lone cricket chirps scornfully Amid the darkness of the night ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.
The dark night rises… Love unfurls like a stubborn petal in the twilight of its existence… only to be extinguished by the harshness of light, wishing for the liminality of life to dissolve into its fullness of being ©Bluecusp Creative 2017 – All rights Reserved.