The Meaning of Life

You’ll just know.
You’ll just…
know.

I finally know.

Intuition
like a lightning bolt,
like a realization
at the tip of my tongue
yet light-years away
and not composed of any words at all.

Reaching out to touch it,
my chest caves in
as I cross over dimensions
and break through magnetic fields.

Crushing. Imploding. Recoiling. Resounding.

The universe aligns
and I catch a glimpse
of a worm-hole
black-hole
holy grail of light.

If you open up the sun,
life as we know it
will end.

I catch my breath.

Yes.
This is it.

Armor

Our shields.
Our shells.
Our egocentric shelters,

protect us from
swords
predators
and storms.

But love is none of these,
so let down your guard.
For my part,
the armor is thrown to the ground.

I wield no weapons.
No poison,
no pistols,
no swords.

I am a harmless herbivore
just chasing after sunshine.

And I thought I caught a glimpse
of a sparkle in you
that was more than the shimmer
of your shining armor.

Let me see the man
behind the mask.
Let me love the heart
inside your haven.

But if I am not the one,
stab me quick,
while my armor’s down,
and let me bleed it out.

Otherwise I’ll always wonder
why my knight just walked away.

Undressed

Who needs dressing
with such an exotic salad?
Fresh earth glides
right past my lips,
fat-free
but still
straight to my hips.

Come reap the ripe flesh
you have sown
into my garden.

Thoughts of love
sprouting like spring time
in the autumn
of a weary heart.

You will be my undoing.
My untouchable.
The undressing
to my salad.

Groundhog’s Dandelion

A cluster of vital organs
with profound prophetic potential
was planted in the dirt
twenty-six years ago today.
Nourished by a diet of
acid rain
and intermittent blazing sunshine,
a strange and unstable seedling
was born.

Here mother!
I picked you a beautiful weed!

Yes, indeed.
The dandelion is a sight to behold
in all her un-glory
and poison
and pitiful waste
of unrooted
undisciplined
potted potential.

For the Love of Life

The beauty of a flower
can bring me to tears
and love
is one of my greatest fears
for the simple fact that
life
is my lover.

And from the sky
there can be no cover.

No philosophy,
religion,
or science could hide
the turmoil
of letting love inside.

And inside me
there are no words at all,
only thoughts
looking for the right words to call,

to express
that which does not exist.

An illusion
that I cannot resist.
A love
that is the same as fear.

Because I don’t know what I’m doing here.

Nocturnal

Colors die in sunset rays.
Night is bled into the day.
White light sheds a silver moon.
Darkness never comes too soon.