have a new magical experience next time you open the door

may light bathe you from your path onward
may love always grace your door
may happiness walk alongside
and strength lift up endeavors forward

may beauty surround you
and the fires of all the brightest burn within
may the hills of ancients protect you
while the earth around you blooms

oh blessed of this earth are we
who dance to the same god’s breath
as earth and sea and wind and death
live brilliant light whose flame
burns within

lost illusions

a washed clean doorstop
danger’s just passed.
now bags packed
seasons have changed

quick glances exchanged
nervous, and breathing deeply,
limo is here
climb in and
shut the door

Transitory travel
which all of life endures
momentary glimpses of light
behind the many doors

we can only describe our hearts,
or the blood of our dreams
when our souls are old enough to skry
beyond our illusions

-kb

while i fly

while i fly higher than the sun
maybe you can see my shadow
while i hide under the river
maybe you can catch my tale

begun before i knew it
awoke to signs on my crib
and sighs and cries while
familiar people vanished

and dry skies and shaded eyes
swaddled me till i could walk
hidden by desert veils
unbidden anger fighting with
fists against closed doors

why am i unknown
why is the sky so distant
where am i and who
who knows

our existence like sand dunes
under the winds
of time

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.