Rules
of faithfully dreaming hearts
like a mineral mines,
bleed to stain
poems
delivered to doors
with posted commentary
in pursuit of community
Faithfully dreaming hearts
live hope's love
to write the future
as minerals mine
their intuition
to write the present
blood stains
greed and
demonization
for coercion
and marginalization
by noble corruption
to write the past
poems
transcending time
prove relevancy
only in expressing
hearts inner recesses
where folded
my emotion
recalls the air
as a distant memory
eaten by organization
burned by expression
no longer latent
like a secret
watering well
delivered,
a fire in my soul
consumes
till quenched
by ice
hardening ideas.
Ideas smelted
from crude ore
of my life
given form
from the hammering
against glowing ideas
with brawn.
Commentary
civilizes
wild paths
but strangely
this forest
is quiet, except
for my smithing
and a random wolf
or crow pecking
at the garbage.
Community
writing the future
writes the present
and wrote the pasts
of secret watering wells,
brawnily
in this quiet forest.