Automatic-Biographical
Son of the King
you, them, they, We
Alexander’s great brother
lover of sun moon stars rain, glory Love treasures and unselfish pain
Feeling chemicals that’re telling me they’re just liars
Needing a fall to the crash to Her heartbeating close by
everything is what I’m Giving and it’s all I’ve got is my will
Fearing... afraid of a morning of a sun’s final shine.
Seeing the memory of the dive before She cometh, so breathe deep
I live in Loon Lake, Washington, the United States of A-
& I am you-know-the-Rest Kraft.

Angelic
Beloved

If we are Temples
You are the altar
Of some of my most divinest worship
Every kiss a sacrament of gratitude
Laying in the arms of her Ghost
Is one of experiences most Holy
And there is no man what can say
Any doctrine to sway my devotion
Through you, closer to Alpha
Closer to you, through Omega
For the Word is the truth, and so are you
And all Light is one, and each truth, too
Not a blasphemy or one before the other
But a support and foundation unforsaken
And so I return to the Temple to worship
Eager to come reverence you eternally...
I am not questioning God
I am saying, “Thank you”

Love-by-Grace
Scattering leaves –
like my scattering ash –
Are sealing the edge that reaves
into this soul.

And no one sees –
and no one can dash –
This pain, so I pray, “Help me, please,
make me whole.”

There came heart-felt thought by shadow –
your heart eagerly felt –
And it’s your eyes that let me know
this will everlast.

Now scattering leaves –
it’s gone; I am scattered no more –
And as we gather our faith and beliefs
I know our souls are sealed fast.

The Brook by the Waterbirch
Sable and thorn in brook
A trickle by edge of care
A breeze on my thought

“...Tragoedia...” sings
A woman far from this place
I know, and love deeper for it

Ivory petals
Like mirror facets aglow
Shining on our kiss