Wednesday, May 30, 2007

the tattooed man's compassion


the tattooed man's compasion feels like sadness
his heart goes out to all that lives and breathes
he wishes for their moments of sheer gladness
as he settles in to memories thick weeds

the movement on his skin is holigraphic
as memory it passes time to time
the many lives he's lived tight in his grip
he longs for his compassion and his rhyme

the simple things that take life every day
the wife who kills the ants and he the wasp
make him shudder slightly he will pay
for all that he as taken all he's lost

the tatooed man grows older by his markings
showing for all time his loves and workings


Friday, May 18, 2007

the tattoed man in exile

the tattooed man in exile
the tatooed man has left his mark in maps
scratched upon the surface of the sky
the moon and stars all measuring his days
as slowly and too quickly life goes by
he walks his paths in memory of love
he stalks the latest mark upon his skin
he longs for things forgotton and things lost
waiting for his new life to begin
here he sees his lovers in his arms
his children marked with joy surround his heart
his sorrows (there are many) on his brow
hold his secrets as he stands apart
his colors sail his mind in azure skies
his truths his songs his victories his sighs

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The tatooed man asleep awake

the tatooed man is residing

under the bhodi tree

he sits around unnoticed

knowing how he can be


he watches as his world goes by

disguised as that and this

his tatooed soul and body

watching for his bliss

he laughs his soul to sleep at night

humming a tune or two

feeling safe in dreams at last

giving him love to do

he sails his dreams in silked robes

that glimmer in the moonlight

he visits places childhood places

of mystery and light

he pauses in his story

to see just where he is

whether luck or glory

stands in him with a kiss

oh the trails adventure

this dreaming state he's in

living all his markings

his holiness and sin

the tattod man awakens

knowing that all is there

nothing is forsaken

under his tree so fair

the tattoed man is sleep awake

awake and sleeping too

it's all the same for in the end

he knows one more tattoo

ha ha

he knows one more tattoo