Blessed Foolishness

m parkes inappropriate love
from my favorite artist Michael Parkes

After belaboring sowing and reaping,

and reminding that Karma is a bitch,

I laud blessed foolishness.

There are things in our living

that can make tricksters of us.

Absolute fools.

The high card of them all

is love.

Praise affection

familial and friendly.

For me, nothing compares to

Eros —

Who sets one cockeyed silly bombastic

earthmoving and roving,

melt-earth-and-rocks foolish.

I do experience this

addicting affliction in my lifetime.

It is fully irrational,

falling to pieces to give all my pieces away.

Mister Toad’s wild ride careens

between crashing chaos and

pummeling wind

euphoria

mounting the silken enchanted carpet.

This love takes body, soul, goods and

sanity.

Foreshadowing of the searing slicing

pain

of Eros’ love’s end

haunts, bites and blunts.

It leaves me with

gratitude

that I live authentically

recklessly

from my foolish smitten heart.

I lose all. I find all.

No one can take this away —

body and soul are knit.

I am the fool clown for love.

I live on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A. B.

scary twitter.pngPhoto ~ my own

I know a she-zero that takes pleasure
in stealing human treasures
from women she can never measure
up to, ever.
She brings one-hundred-fold of her own jealousy
and hatred back upon herself and her cohorts
for generations
and generations.
God/Karma have pity.
I don’t.

KICKED TO THE CURB LAMENT

harps-on-the-willows
Online art

One keeps living on,

but has no idea

how it is even possible.

Can lungs that breathe

no oxygen

still function?

Can a body with a cavernous

hole in its center

exist?

Can a mind with no meaning

still process thought?

I am living proof

of animated flesh

that no longer

has a soul.

 

 

 

 

CAREGIVERS LAMENT

clarity
Photo ~ my own

My day is so full of countless incongruent pieces that slip off the table.

It is like being in a nightmare where you are running as hard as you can, but the landscape doesn’t change.

Then the fear chatters at me and I do wonder if my mind is sifting away bit by bit . . . .

 

 

 

Wrestling with an Angel

mparkes unraveling himWrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

Ah, the mystical

mystique of the thought —

To wrestle all night

with a mysterious stranger

who begs to be gone

before daylight.

Wrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

After such a wrestling match,

you still get wounded

and you limp with the imbalance

and memory of it

for the remainder of life.

bonnat-jacob-detail
Detail from online art

Something more.

Not sure what I am longing for.

Something more

comes to me as an impulse, event,

wind for good,

illusive wave upon the shore.

Something more

like the descent of a silken love god

draped in that “stop time for awhile” cape

whom I adore.

wind andrew wyeth
Painting: Andrew Wyeth

 

Winter Evaluation

goddess
Online Art of Goddess

Her best friend tells her not to take the rejection to heart.

“You make them feel unworthy. You’re formidable, boho and smart.”

She wonders how she managed to alienate such a crowd.

She has always been a “pleaser”. She is not crude or loud.

Her friend says the problem is brains/sass mixed with fun.

She’s the patron saint of unwise decisions.

There is no regret for wild actions,

Except those deeds she has not done.

 

 

In Memoriam — To Hope

agonizing-wolf
Online Wolf Tattoo

“Rumor has it he’s the one I’m leaving you for.” ~ Adele

 

There is a kind of peace knowing I treasured you.

I always will.

You hurt and disappointed. I forgive all involved.

I love you still.

 

You can celebrate and dance because if this has been a duel

Of beauty, pride, making an impression,

Having meaning in life,

You are winner without question.

 

My life was a phantom of being loveless without you.

I’ll put in my time — whatever I’m due.

My essence was an unfinished sentence . . . .

I no longer have to be completed by the likes of you.

 

 

 

 

 

Swan Song

Nightfall painting and giclee on canvas by artist Michael Parkes
Art ~ Michael Parkes

Curious, isn’t it.

I perhaps never loved you.

I just needed your distraction so badly. I was bored.

You perhaps never loved me.

You simply needed me to be your fairy god mother. You were oppressed.

Now we have separated because of our dis-eases.

After all our investment.

I am still bored.

And you are more oppressed than ever before.

But.

I loved you.

No perhaps.

 

 

REMAINS

familiar
Online Art

Of all the people I ever met, I thought I knew you the most intimately.

Of all the people I ever knew, I loved you the most fiercely.

Of all the people I ever loved, I was the most wide open to you.

Of all the people in all my life, you knew

most thoroughly my inner and outer terrain.

And yet, until that evil day,

you began to believe her lies about me,

there did not exist a love pure as mine for you.

And yet, you withdrew.

Body, soul, heart untrue.