O’ Divine Beloved, if Thy face would shine,
What nectar sweet, what bliss divine!
In that gaze, where truth does dwell,
All worlds would merge, all hearts rebel.

Thy mercy flows, an endless stream,
Filling the soul with boundless dream.
The very earth would bend and sway,
At Thy command, night turns to day.

The seas would bow, the heavens hum,
Each star would dance, its light undone.
Thy rays would pierce the darkest skies,
And angels tremble, lost in Thine eyes.

No soul would thirst, no heart would bleed,
In Thee, the cure for every need.
Every prayer, each sigh, each tear,
Would rise to Thee, O’Lord, so near.

Thine eyes, O’ Suns, with blazing might,
Would draw me close and end the night.
A single glance, and I would fade—
In Thy embrace, my soul is made.

Could I but see Thee, once and true,
My heart would soar, my soul would strew
Its love upon the winds of grace,
And in Thy gaze, I’d find my place.

No storm could rage, no wind would tear,
In Thy embrace, all would be fair.
Love would reign, and peace would call,
In Thy sweet mercy, I would fall.

No longer lost, no longer blind,
In Thee, O’ Lord, my soul shall find
The light it seeks, the truth it craves,
In Thy grace, all doubt behaves.

O’ Divine Presence, let me see,
Unveil Thyself and set me free.
In Thy light, all things would grow,
And in Thy love, I’d cease to know
The world, the pain, the grief, the strife—
For in Thy love, I’d live my life.

And when this fleeting time has flown,
Thy name, O’ Lord, will be my own.
Whisper it once, and I will fall,
Melt like dew beneath Thy call.

For in Thy grace, all things align,
And I, O’ Lord, forever shine.
Thy love, my soul’s eternal song,
In Thee, my heart shall dwell, lifelong

I've lost the plot
Or maybe it was in a memo i never got
Like it or not
It happens a lot
One after another,
After another,
After another
Just another blunder
Or another missed shot?
What where you taught?
What have you had to try to unknot?
I wonder who's fought
The same demons I've fought?
Struggling with a foundation of dry rot
Every lesson has been forgotten
Might as well be the mascot
Of a bumbling idiot
Stumbling in the darkness being heartless brought
In and out of a rock bottom that is always finding a new, deeper spot

©2025

I am aware of the voices
Aware of the choices
That led to these scars
Each one is beautiful
Each one is dark
Each one tells a story
Of how they left their mark
Some are from anger
Some are from pain
Some of these scars even have a name
I remember how they cut me
How I felt ashamed
In a moment of weakness
I’d play a little game
Sink the blade deeper
Grit me teeth through the pain
Each one of these scars
Tells a story
No two are the same

Never get to close at the zoo
A hippopotamus can step on your shoe
You could get bit by a rabid racoon
Become lunch for a lion or get **** on by a loon
the zebras are crazy they'll eat your baby well humming a tune
They’ll  make a dessert out of your lady  
And eat her with a spoon  

YES! You can die when you visit the zoo
So.............
Here’s my advice to you,
***** the hippo, the lion, and the loon.
Stay far away from the dangers that lurk inside of the zoo

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”To dream by the oak and awake by the sea
when August has ripened and turned Jubilee
you must enter dominion of summer's delight
and live in the rapture of candescent light

Oh to live and to love one must first learn to kiss,  
the kinetics of summer, with eternal bliss.”

~from vienna bombardieri’s poem, “Kinetics Of Summer~
(with her kind permission)

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First verse pinpoints accurate, this,
my spot!
by oak and sea,
my precise longitude and latitude, where my summertime
eyes open to receive the gift of morning’s light, observing
the conjunction of land, hard by the sea, the land-ed avian gentry
and sea~sailor birds interacting, sharing the uprising currents,
for sport and observation, travel and pleasured sailing,
these “Masters of the Sky can fly for hours (or days), while barely flapping,” and this verse stuns, and
my shock,

at these, her words
my breathing is gasped and grasped
by oak and sea, for so it be,
this is where
my morning’s operatic scrum, ballet and dance hall hullabaloo,
my diurnal natural choreography is performed,
while slow sipping my very heated first coffee

it was here
that I learned to love more easily,
for the kinetics of summers trio of sun, sky, and moderate breezes,
lulled the turbulence of my disheartened lives into an easier
order, the world~surround, a living, breathing exercise that
warmed the spirit, cooled the soul, and spoke without uttering
a single word,
here dear person, is the where and the when,
the comfort of the natural-blanket
that enwraps, covers, cherishes the atmosphere entire,
containing the healing elixirs and protective ointments,
that remove the
plaque of life’s accumulated injuries, slights and scar tissue

simply put,
here I breath freely,
here I see with clarity
here the infusions of
living in nature, prolongs,
restore, remind, enliven
and enhances,
the intermixture of
body and soul

here in actual deed,
the kiss of summer bliss
upon
my tiring cell’s walls,
are resurrected even unto the nuclei,
by the warm breath of sun life and sun light,
and the breezes of salty sweet caramel air
and under their loving, combined-dominion
am I
resurrected and will yet sense,
one more Jubilee again
as I lay dreaming
by the oak and the sea…