all for the being of someone

someone is a child

is it you

or is it me

while death swallows as

an earthquake

leaving not even sound

to remain

the island stands alone

still unseen

still green

a smile, all in waiting

not to be found

by man

come sir - as fast as you

can

your race is the bird

quenching its

hard before another

take

her this woman

and meet her warm

let all those dreams be

torn for all

new children need to be

born

hand with hand

do build a wall

and atop shall you call

one man and one

shall build it a stall

that

now you have conquered horses

to run so the

much faster

she turns to grow so

joins the march & its movement

i turn to grow so

and leave the marching feet to move

alone

in rhyme do the colors

fold out

to bloom into

eternity

all the colors unfolding

if you are something

you are not all

but

if you are all

are you something

are you

everything

- jude

ever quickly

try the tears of death

before it melts away

for all too soon

do you come

just watch

all the pictures

fade

into facts into time with

all now’s gone

to memories

into nothing!

no more towers

to be built

and all the sun worshipers

become words

to lie in another’s bible

alone in a field

on a mountain

he sits

'and he is i'

feeling

as he is a poet

so the words appear

it is his poem

it is he

watching, he reads

writing he sees

and to feel no more

in energy a line

into lines

lines into patterns

patterns into reality

reality

but fact

so, he knows for he has

felt

and understands,

for he sees

now

the death dies

and birth

continues on...

ever quickly

ever, quickly

- jude

who

time forced us to pass

and

alone, i stood

to watch her go

in a dream

i wouldn't listen

i rewound the rhyme

i passed again a once treaded

line

and still only i could find

that

time forced us to pass

no one’s valley

so colored that no

reflection can fall

a pool of glacier fears

and within am i

painting tears

who may die as they

are born

- jude

he wanders

with winter lying in

its silent

waiting stance

so, still roams those

reaching august

winds

wrapping time so loose within

itself

that

for a moment

in a chance

i do breathe

something free

a candle burns, flame into

nothing

as its wax melts also

carried by that

unseen eternal current

drawing all breath

so far away so far close

and again

and still i

am an only figure shadowed

by my own light

but

a silhouette pictured on

a wall from a light

whose only

learning comes from its

own eternal death

but before day does

creep through all the small

cracks

in that wall to

name his candle insane

he leaves the flame

alive so

eternal,

and reaches through his

only reflection

in the night

carrying himself

an only light

breathing through

all he may see

he wanders

- jude

for the lies that fill

frightened children on

the run

dreaming, always

dreaming

yet still they hide

so try to hide out within the

sun

watch the children's shadows

in dance

watch the children’s faces

in trance

and to them

it is dear

'who circles their words

about the shadows

and circles their shadows

about the words'

in fear

caves are built without

walls

but stand the people

in the stalls

one to another

and another to one

sweating hands to

hands

but wanting to run

with their children

born taught to dream

taught to scream

at their shadows

never to be seen

and we're all born

in a dream

but whose

- jude

who are we

i woke again

through the dream of time

into hearing her

of a when past yet never gone

of a here afloat yet

what is on

of motion skipping through

time touching nowhere

and still

always there

of a now

who breathes

regardless but a part in

of eternal

through the veins

of she through

of i

through she

i name no dreams

and reach never more then

what the seams

of time holds not

"i hear you within

a you

a woman

and in opening

my hand lies unto you

flexed free

a swirl of colors am i

creviced open

to your liquid

pour

in an eternal sky"

to stand before her

grasping our now

in care

to touch to feel

who are we!

for it seems that

we are...

- jude

untitled

warm and quiet

i watched her

just past a

more then simple touch

and on a crystallized

tear

i yearned to lean

for

it fell from a

dwelling of she

and somehow

not mirrored but me

so the tear

i lost was

it.

- jude

to win to die

still-life done upon a

mountain’s

sky-fall

and somewhere

wrapped in the feet

of tree’s rhyme

do they lie

two children of

earth

who fought to keep their

hands stayed

to breathe in

equal breath

one grave

huddled still beneath the

cold of the wind

they are death

- jude

tiny sky dancer naked within a tree

tiny sky dancer take a

chance to see

i have heard your stance

and so webbed

about a tree

living leaves in breath

your drinking form

in thirst of the earth

and the fingers of you

in dance upon the

sky

and in try you bend

beyond form

lusting that eternal

edge

of energy so pure in its storm

yet turning through

those eyes torn

to be born

a streak of one

worn into eternal

movement

and you are still

dance woman dance

dance upon the wind

in it’s touches

you are in

and so across a night

winds tear

you have passed

within me

within dance

within you

naked in a tree

are born the skies

in poetry

- jude

a dance dreamer, a dance screamer

she names herself female

but who does she

see

quiet-lives

a voice

in tree only echo

upon the depths

and ever so

lightly

upon it’s sea

and those dreams of now

stretched so tightly

across her void

of light

must they paint color so

clear that

they must evolve with

never bright

somewhere

in dream will the dream

rattle it’s birth

rearrange into mirth

till the silent

is a woman

once more

never to die

without time

to fly

the sky

within does

(try)

wondering in the long

of your tree

your song

for mountains relate

you

“to smile on his face

in embrace and dream

allowed

he belongs

maybe that he was along

to hear my birth

maybe please

alone is she within

eternity without

reflection

a woman in a moment

a child in the cry

a female as she doesn't

try

a dance dreamer

a dance screamer

in the sky

- jude

gettysburg jam

all the noise makers

so up they stand

and gleam their noise

for a sound

maybe a song

ah! but their fingers

are just playing in sand

dance rhythm,

chance rhythm

make a pace to see

draw a line

a cross through time

fake a moving moment

to be

i forgot, not to hear,

just hide in soundless

fear of " "

laughing as i paint

my tail

yea all the noise makers

are but

making noise again

- jude

on doors without rooms

this strange beauty i feel

within myself

such that i yearn

to paint her

a dream poem

but dare do i not

time carves into the stain

of eternity felt,

slicing words into letters

words who should never

die

- jude

but facts spread across a moving sky

frozen tears on a winter’s sneer

and the rage in the wind

continues

to begin

show me no more smiles

across these corridors

as i have seen

the

silent crawl of death

and for all

the rest,

is there no best

to be done

when you've lost you have won

again to remain unstained

by the pain you carry

faces without words

people without names

march, so wooden by and in full

cry

- jude

blowing free ...

so long ago yet still upon

now

i named her woman

but could not

hold still

for the child to

grow

and in honor to the woman

i had

to but walk on

and time across time we passed

while the fighting did last

and woman

she but had to be

and i maybe blind maybe weak

for only woman

would i ask

i the child a child no more

i a man a child never!

for who is ever allowed.

i see a woman,

she is life

and within i carry

her

a warmth of fire soft who sweats

easily within i

as natural as does

a waterfall’s

fall

strange am i

i see a child

the female

and more

breathing through life

and within i carry

her

a smile drawn straight

a mirror of color

a hand am i

at rest upon the wind

and suddenly maybe always

i greet her as woman

in touch upon touch

given free

as is a meeting

within the wind

i greet her as alive

i give her my hand

free

as breathes the

wind

in eternal care - for a life

who is there

both: either

and if we pass but still

i smile across my silent tear

for touch is only touch

as; is wind only wind

blowing free

- jude

a shadow within black light

staring out across empty streets

watching lamps cast empty

shadows

onto a darkness of

empty light

and there echoes

the walking motion

of a man

fading before he

comes

leaving his shadow

but within the

shadow

he has passed

but

is not seen

cold is the wind

it tears not across

but through

the skin that

holds he

and faces fade

as dreams are turned into

a charade of

dancing stones

children die

as they are born

but no tears

fall fo;

in the wind

does time stand unearthed

leaving him free

to be

to see

alone

carrying all too few

alive within

but one face

untouched is life itself

and one face

seen as light alive

though still untouched

gives this man

his dream

within a dream

he touches yet lies untouched

a stone

he is called

for they see but the shadow

still he walks alone

a shadow within

black light

alone

blinded

they name him stone

yet, as they see a stone

he is to be

- jude

catching time in an ever quiet smile

time against time

to take your eyes

and juggle

them true

light into black

black into clear

and near

you lose the rhythm

to dance turn

into the rhyme

take a walk

into a climb all

to the top

lie to stop but

for a second not past

lean into the last

in fast

rise naked of body

still

drink out, hold the sky

fly you are

the wind

less then space

more then space

breathe in

turn around

grasp that single sound

touch

pour ever so deep

into thy self

her breathing

catching time in an

ever quiet,

smile-

you reach in calling her

she'll reach

to climax

in through

into eternity

- jude

and eternally, ever more

blow wind blow

you're the sin

i've chosen

into me

is sewn your

web

of light

forced sight

ever so gently

ever night

long winter within

and a quiet where all men

fear to know

empty trees bare but for strong

dead leaves not

but to belong

no birds sing and yet

the wind is a song

passing through trees in a rhythm

of the long

steps walking within the echo

yet just step beyond

step

does cross my presence of sound

the earth is but the ground

and upon i walk

the sky is the sand

and upon i talk

and eternally

ever more

i am know in

it’s reflection

- jude

closed knit dreaming

no more screaming

except, where one doesn’t hear

colored smells

pouring clear till

they are no longer

near but pictures of

war lost

more then long

ago

a woman in glide

counting across the fields

she does cross

leaving her silent dew drippings

a touch on the moss

with footsteps on a cloud

and the sun eating them

away

always wanting to stay

yet with nowhere left

to stand

watching frozen hands

swallowed

by a hungry earth

in tired sight

a woman stands,

with a stick, drawing pictures

on the ground looking for flowers

who

will grow by her hand,

with all

but no command

across the night

a moon in coloring

her white forms her breasts full

and her fingers learning

a solid sight

a flickering night

she's gone

yet on the sand

fingers like the

hand

are footprints

in no command

and in the night

dreams drifting

through a cloud’s hidden sight

need no seam

onto the earth

and color is anyone's right

- jude