know

"Know that if we are children of one God, we can make ourselves one family in time."
"And if God is just a song?" Ha'anala asked, alone and frightened.
Suukmel did not answer for a while. Finally she said, "Our task is the same."


mary doria russell
children of god

quiet

"i have learned that poetry requires a certain emptiness,
as the sounding of a bell requires the space within it."

mary doria russell
children of god

libra love

your sting is never sweet
it is like a thunder clap
deafening
blinding
shocked to silence
but your eyes
your tone
your hands
even your glide speak of love
the deep messy kind
if one can get passed the armada
to the skin
where you're warm
and more alive than most
where you nearly crave to be stung
nearly

ergo

i dream i slip into your room. touch your hair when you sleep. slide in next to you and curl around you. feel your ribs rise as you dream. and sleep the sleep of the dead. wake with the sun in my heart.
i want nothing more than this.

i want to blindfold you. awaken your senses to a new level.
suck your cock. finger your ass. make you glow from the inside.

you bring joy to my eyes. beauty to my world.
and you run at the slightest advance. disappointing my heart.

the more i love you the more you run from me, my darling.
ergo i stop loving you.

and thus a sea change. an ebb. wash away to silence.
i awake, in the peace of morning.
warm in my bed.
still feeling the softness of your hair tingling in my fingers.

walk

linger longer in the sunset
walk slower in the rain
this path of light
this state of mind
will not pass this way again

Rwanda In Summer Colors, 2007, dylan mcmanus

"Historically artists have been the ones that have offered the most honest glimpse into the world in which they existed. It has only been recently that nihilism and self obsession have perverted our practice and distracted us from the greater verity of our time."

Dylan McManus

www.dylantmcmanus.com/

i do not love you

Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

remembering

i remember them today
the loves
they've walked through
annihilated my understanding of beauty
reorganized the air the sky the clouds
without knowing their impact

shaken
unable to breath
don't look don't stare
in awe

and now dancing in the night
hearing the music between the notes
i feel them here
i remember their walks
their voices
oddities
magnanimity
clemency
lack of perversions i wished they'd had
their TALENTS
and their dear dear friendship

tears come at that loss
i long for a new chance
to risk it all again

will i never learn...

but remember
the walk
the talk
the amazing spirit that matches up with yours
who makes your breath catch
how can we not?

falling

golden embers
sweet leaves
death at my feet
eaten by life
cold at my finger tips
and lips
your skin steaming
in autumns light