Abandoning the Tao to Speak

I'll go ahead and try

but I told you before

that to say anything

to try in any way

is to deviate,

to fail.

To be, my love,

to be in love,

and completely be that.

I've looked at Nature

and seen you in her,

Her in you;

and art and music

even in time,

moments in which I dive

into you.

"I am you"?

I wouldn't say all that,

but I can pass through,

there is a road

we both knew

and we took it

and here we are

you are the air

the trees the stars

the path

the laughs

the companion

the object,

if I may confess my sin here,

the object

of my love

of all my real and imagined affections.

How I love you has no gaze

no particular look which,

in and of itself can say a word

or even dare turn the page.

There we are in the book

the babbling Ganjis making silt

of even those of faith,

the Chrenobyl of the totem

cold scroll, ocean black with gold,

the future upon the podium.

A slip into the blacknesss,

like a duck, my sympathies to the fish,

and to man,

my love must rise above these

laments.

And so I sit beside the window, open, 

write with the time of my sacred and short life,

that one might hear, I have abandoned that 

and no longer try,

That is when you and l lay

and I say nothing

and you say nothing

but the sun is burning there

keeping our bodies warm a millions times

in each cell, in each moment,

and we drown into sleep

a watery joy from which we leap

and slip around in the tides

of the winds and 

and

and

well,

I love you,

and you take me there,

round and about,

deep to the sweat of the Earth

where the seas still squalk

with gulls

and the honesty

of a heart thrown there.

No More (Canticle from the Fields) Song Notes

Blues song idea:

Things got strange, yeah

That compass

Flipped on us all

Well i aint saying that

we were fools

'less we insist

We weren't wrong

Regarding change, well

It takes a fam

No single man

Is that strong

Bridge:

Deaf to our prayers

Feeling alone

Fearing that we

Are destroying our home

Chorus

Well i can't take it

Not no more

I can just let you

Carry on doing wrong

Extra lyrics:

The crown

Has been stolen

The aftermath yet to come

Yeah we can change it

But it'll take everyone

The king sits there, naked

But he's not in a throne

He's within you waiting

Saying the future

Is yours

But you can't take it

You're dust to the bone

You barely made it

Through the day

Faith near broke.

The cattle on pavement

For the forests we burn

We laugh and get paid

A blind eye

Makes us one.

Well, i can't take it

Not no more.

a moment

An ominous cascade of notes

Transgressing his abominable rage

Gods furry barely touching the leaves yet, the chariots of lightning neighing like celestial monsters in that nearly black gray. The birds sang into the rain, a poetic moments towards which no one's attention was paid, and to the hawk upon high, on his way home, his heart felt a fire, and it was the burn of pain, which nearly broke his wing, sent him to be quils for awful poets preaching as if there was s coming if a new age effervescing from their very words. The rain never came, the turkey cackles, the chainsaw was perfectly tireless in it's task but there, the higher pitches chirped as that woodfall silently chipped, as the bricklayer worked l, too, silently un that barely visible distance. Across the field if coes honey white black brown horses too, that fight and run thumping neighing upon the wet fecund moaning world which they hear in the birdsong, in the things they have no mind to break up into parts and dilute the truth of. The have no fingers and need no quils, no history, no self control or machinery to live and know the way.

Complete

My love in lines

Be they rhymes

In time

My inevitable dance

Your hearts sing

Though not

In unison,

Not cacophonous,

But like

Sitting on the farm

Or even the subway

Of the city

There are musics 

In both places

Each place a song

Of space

Not moods,

Of thoughts,

But not from you

But for you.

Your walk 

Chats with your

Heartbeat.

You run,

I feel you as

Something lost;

You stay

And your warmth

I need to touch;

You love

No matter where you are

But how I love you:

The substance 

The manifestation

Of my pair

My complete,

From carnal

To cosmic love.

Web

The light thread

Does not unwind

In the wind

Rocking the bush

It's tensile strength

Completely and utterly

Remarkable.

Just s spider web, though.

Just a bush.

Just a window

To the same view

Everyday.

Some see no miracles

Between here

And the distant line

Nor our very own hearts

Nor the whole

Beautiful unit

Of universe heart

And mind

Raveling in ravishing lights

Smashed to shades

And sound smashed to tone and perceptible

Intervaled time.

There we both are

Yet i fear you have not marveled yet or

Enough

Or worse

Ever.

I fear you will 

Fly light-speed

Through galaxies 

Before you 

Ever

Dive into your own

Shadow

That terrific 

Black hole

That magnetic fearful corner

Of your inner cosmos.

But I, too, did not go

To any other corner

That i did not date know.

Our fears, perhaps inevitably,

We must necessarily know

But be as prepared

As for a severely windy road.

The Farm

Bathing in birdsong

Bubbling with

Cow moos,

Crackling with crooning

Roosters, out of sight;

One bird repeats the same melody

Flapping wings sound

Like what they are:

Feathered.

At night the bullfrogs

Say "oh, oh, oh"

Like stereotypical

Italians who don't understand

Why what happened, happened.

The maritacas garble

Their squaks and

Crack the tones

Of their squeaks

As they fly in couples

Symbols of love.

I wouldn't quite imagine

It all as conversation

Though i do presume

Things are being said.

That some logic

Understandable to me

Or not

Weaves within

All that expression

Even if it be

Nothing more

Than avian love song

Mammalian tenderness

Cooing life

Dreaming ever more deeply

Upon the breathing bossom

Of the Earth.

Goddess.