wind sails

don’t think you can pass by me
like a wind
pretending to impress your latest girlfriend
whose little dog is biting your toe

your dreams are like wind sails
found wild on a ship they never knew
blowing their winds toward what they know nought of

kitchen sailors, stepstone admirals
commanding ther fleets
on a collision course with my dreams
expecting nirvana
tonite.

-kb

you

don’t think you can pass by me
like a wind
pretending to impress your latest girlfriend
whose little dog is biting your toe

your dreams are like wind sails
found wild on a ship they never knew
blowing their winds toward what they know nought of

kitchen sailors, stepstone admirals
commanding ther fleets
on a collision course with my dreams
expecting nirvana
tonite.

The Ghosts

I will always be sad for the ghosts
I feel them standing near
But I know I am a ghost to them too
As if my life and their death
were a mirror.

They sit in their drawing rooms
saying darling and my dear
I hear their echos from so far
yet they feel so very near

And my voice is to them like another dream
they don’t know
they’re the dead ones
it seems.

–kb

all saints day poem:


white edged thoughts of blinding lightning,
deep caves of cool blue sudden darkness,
your dreams tell stories to your midnight daylight
you are different than you think
-kb

crazy angels

I am not as holy as I could be

I am swimming in the stream of life

I am dancing with my devils

Giving birth to angels on the side.

I am living with my sorrows

And dreaming of my joys

I am honoring my heroes

While playing with my toys.

Oh crazy angels guide me

For I am one of you

A human trapped inside me

Dreaming of becoming new

Sun rise and sun set

Moon rise too

Starry sky abounding

Dark pool, face reflected

Is that you?

the tree

Haunted
and blessed
the tree
stands forever.

Blasted branches cling
to the fierce sky
Roots sink
into the secret earth

The sky’s the earth
and the earth’s the sky
meteorites streak by
while diamonds
deeply lie.

this day

will you welcome it with open arms, or cry, resisting its embrace, this riddle of life in which we are enthralled, this life, this day, this place

fog

the fog advances
like a wall enclosing
hiding ridges, valleys and distant lights
till all I see is my own piece of earth
and that, dimly

sounds are muffled and thoughts too
i draw my own circles around me
when I cannot see
my eyes are opened

 

floating mountain

where are you in the world
floating lost
last best mooring let go
forgotten by the sea’s heart
driftwood floating in the ocean

come find me
one golden autumn
I let go too
peace and stillness made promises
in the dawn

where is my mirror?
i see you there
our old snapshot
when we were headed out
to dance

i long for you
like a field of heavy earth receives the rain
you are known to me heart to heart
benthic elementals meeting
again

-kb

poetic gaming

What hidden reality is present in life when we see with eyes of wonder

Do we need technology to show us what is always present

Or do we sense it and feel it now.

Virtual reality populates empty rooms

Life lives in open spaces.

 

May the virtual reality artists make their games poetry.

May the empty rooms fill with life.

Dreams and visions are the conditions of the people.

Reality imagines, even technology can dream.