TL Boehm - Writer

If there is no forever
Then there is no time to spare
Let me put my arms around you
Hug you fierce so you’ll feel me there
Fragile at the end of your days
This prison of despair
Let me tear down the barriers
Hug you fierce so you’ll feel me there

All the last things I could say to you
So witty and so wise
Sensibilities slip away from me
Grief spills like rain from stormy skies
Find me on my face for you
Words of prayer God Oh God hear my cries
Just let me touch you one more time
Daddy’s little girl in your eyes

If I could erase all the troubled years
With the touch of my hand take your pain
If I could speak peace to your troubled soul
Say the words over and over and then
I’d lay down my life to set you free
Let my love wash over you as healing rain
I’d give my forever for one moment more
To see you whole again.

There is nothing more that matters
When we face the ancient of days
And all the tears I cry for you
Won’t keep you from going away
I could talk to you for a thousand years
With never enough time to say
I wish you peace and sweet release
I know you cannot stay….
My god I cannot bear to lose you
But I know you cannot stay.
050809

Ron died on May 10 2009

Cloistered manifestation 
Candle lit veneration
Indoctrination it seems
The apocalypse of dreams
subtle degradation
emotional penetration
a soul split at the seams

you whisper wicked words
pleasure and pain are blurred
subliminal hypocrisy
fingers slick I grip these beads
wheat and tares sprout from these seeds
twist the truth in a noose for me

formidible religion
this gospel of indecision
life bled out on your killing floor
render me defeated
my lesser gods unseated
wrath poured out I am no more

chant your litany of lies
This sinner you despise
clench that unread Bible to your chest
consign me to eternal shame
never again to speak my name
bury me with the rest
your religion is death
with my final breath
a means to an end is best
TLB 11/01/08

Mat 24:6  When reports come in of wars and rumored wars, keep your head and don't panic. This is routine history; this is no sign of the end.

Sleep, precious one
The sheltered oblivion of innocence
Passes quickly
In the revelation of darkness and light

Mat 24:7  Nation will fight nation and ruler fight ruler, over and over. Famines and earthquakes will occur in various places.

But consider the intimate whispered things
The divinity of DNA
I made you to stand unshaken
Uncompromised
Unforsaken, Child I am with you

Mat 24:8  This is nothing compared to what is coming.

The celebration of death
Macabre mutations of sacred and profane
Black and white will blur
And you will cry alone
Over gray shadows of lives
That might have been

Mat 24:9  "They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name.

But you have the courage
To stare death down
I am your forever
Each beat of your heart
Remembers my promise

Mat 24:10  And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other's throat, everyone hating each other.

Eyes blind they stare
At the mirrored reflections
Unable to recognize
The sanctity of a human life
But you’re not among the walking dead

Mat 24:11  "In the confusion, lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people.

One way, one truth, one life
This mantra whispered
In the cacophony of choice
Residue of lost souls, multiple paths
To a destination of perpetual separation
Just follow me….

Mat 24:12  For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in--nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes.

The conditional provisions
Bound, gagged and shackled
This was never my way

Mat 24:13  "Staying with it--that's what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won't be sorry, and you'll be saved.

Sleep precious Child
I will wait for you in your future
When you know its not in the victory
But the struggle
You will find me where I’ve always been
Within
I bring you Peace.

Love
Dad

08/14/08

Poetry is man’s rebellion against being what he is. -- JAMES BRANCH CABELL
 
 
Imaginary gardens with real toads in them. --MARIANNE MOORE
 
Poetry is boned with ideas,
nerved and blooded with emotions,
all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.
-- PAUL ENGLE

Poetry is....
 
Perhaps I am nothing more
than a spider in your teacup
Circling the edge of your pristine thoughts
Your porcelain skin sensibilities
Freckled with hesitation
Is it fear, revulsion or that curious fascination
The whispered intimicies of your own mortality
Look but don't touch as you shake me off

The blasphemy of angels
Hovers in my soul
Dipping butterfly wings in acid
Set the web
They never fly
I am empty skies and ashes
The cracked bones yeild no marrow
For my succor
Always hungry and the pot is cold

So we all have a pure light
But the days are evil and time trickles
Like phantom rain on the western wind
Droplets of poetry
On parched pallets won't soothe you
Arms uplifted
I pray the deluge
To flood my mind
Wash away all the tiny
Crawling madness
And redeem the lies.

TLB
062008

In fertile fields
Fragile blooms heavy with seed
Swaying lucid dreams
Coupled with a whispered destiny
Do you believe?
(Father forgive me for my sins)
I listened
Pulse quickening to the promise
Carried on transparent beams
the angelic rush of lesser light
Left me sightless
Blind witness to the culling
Harvest put to flame
Only aborted dreams remain
(My life ends where yours begins)
 
Fragrant flowers consumed
Emotional holocaust of volcanic ash
Scorched earth your cordial offering
Death is the memory of a smile
Shadows pass across your face
(Along this fractured path I race)
I let your passion burn within me
Fury, vengeance and rage
Your forever promise ever hellish
Echoes in my smoking soul
I let the sun set on my anger
(Falling far from perfect grace)
Let you shackle me with my own actions
My guilt a noose to snap my neck
You the author of defeat
another broken soul for your unholy altar
(resurrect this child from this dead end street)
I cling to life in the balance
Waiting
 
silence welling in the aftermath
Crescendoed message resonant
let go...let go...
Is there oblivion in the release
(place my spirit to worship at your feet)
Falling away from everything I know
The old man shatters within
(wash away my every sin)
(my life ends where you begin)

TL Boehm

Tendriled nightmares coil
Writhing blind knots
Restrict my inner vision
Peripheral blurred neuroses lurk
Morbid melodramas spin symbolisms
Of a tragic ending
Beyond the memory of moonlight
plaintive note of hope recedes
In the saturnine breeze
I am Lost to lower oscillation
Vestigial presence of the divine
Inert
My racing pulse thrums a dirge
for the waning day

You are the fulcrum
*Levo mihi per vestri lux
The arbitration of angels
My inner spirit luminesces
Hope regains her tenuous place
I turn my tearstreaked face
To the memory of light

**Amo Deus perficio lux
EGO mos orior iterum

TL Boehm
052608
 
*Lift me with your light
**Like God's perfect light, I will rise again
© 2008 TL Boehm

In the solace
Drifting transient
Before the dawn
Quiet light
Scattered sentient thoughts
Dreams lift on gossamer wings
Effervesce on heady winds
Like milkweed fluff on a summer day
From the narrow path
I stray

Lost in thoughts
Consuming
Stones thrown from distant shores
Placid surface
Fractured
This undertow defines my mind
Spinning evidence of chaos
Purpose slips away
From the narrow path
I stray

Fogbound vessel
Aimless deadwood
On a restless sea
Storm tossed
Lost and anchorless
Victimized by riptides and eddies
Uncharted course each sunless day
From the narrow path
I stray

TL Boehm 040508

Have I forsaken
The sanctity of dreams
Enabling the cacophony of small chattering crises
Droning desires dominate my days
Clinging to incantations and litanies of little lies
Repetitive resonance no substitute
For your whispered word
Sipping the residue of wickedness
from this burnished cauldron of the world 
Toxic stupor no replacement for you
Enabling vulgarities to reign supreme
This was never my lucid dream

I am blinded by your radiance
The mirrored pure light of your soul
Resplendence magnified
Purified in a river of pain
You cleanse me from within
Erase my melancholy days
I am uplifted from this abyss
You breathe my lucid dream

TLBoehm 061807

I have found myself

A wild vine

Growing away from the center of You

Tendriled pathways

Coil around themselves

Clinging to rough stones

Searching for nourishment from barren ground

That cannot feed me

Leaves crushed and trampled by treading cares

Of this world

Parched and soiled, by sin

Choking out Your son light

I am unrecognizable as Your child

A wild weed to be ripped from the field

                                                             Yet you find me

                                                            Wash me clean

With gentle spring rains of love

Your word cuts away

Bruised and broken foliage

Your breath stirs me

To put forth fresh leaves

The promise of fruit restored

I can feel your life  

Welling up

As you turn me again

Toward your Son

TL Boehm

021208

Broken, I crawl to you, dragging sins and shackles over barren ground
Offering nothing but putrid flesh and blood to satiate the hungry grave
No strength to raise my tear streaked face to Heaven
The wreckage of my life crumbling in your weathered hands
You could crush the shattered remnants of my soul
Beyond salvation, I lie lifeless waiting for your Sacred Breath

How long have you sorrowed as I wasted precious breath
Aspirations dropped like autumn leaves scattered on cold ground
My skin screaming curses and lies to fracture my temporary soul
Clawing the earth ferociously, I dig my shallow grave
Precious flesh and bone you’ve woven shredded in my taloned hands
I am lost forever falling far from your Heaven.

Yet in solitary moments you called to me from Heaven
My spirit cried out, I strained to hear your whispered breath
You broke my fall and sheltered me in your mighty hands
Dropping hope into my heart like seeds on fertile ground
You rescued me from my self made grave
You erased my shame and restored my soul

You remember the divinity within my soul
Reminding me I am a resident of Heaven
Never intended for eternal death in a shallow grave
You give me the spark of life with your Holy Breath
I am strong in you and planted on solid ground
You dress me in bridal white and cleanse this blood from my hands

And I will glorify You with every work of my hands
You are the mighty Protector of my soul
No longer condemned, I stand for you on solid ground
Sending sweet songs of adoration to Your Heaven
And I will praise You for your love with precious breath
You set me free from torment, from the grave

You remove the sins and shackles of a permanent grave
Remove the residue left by the dirty ground
And I will love you as you love me with every breath
I carry your Divinity in the center of my soul
Your precious sacrifice prepares a place with you in Heaven
My spirit soars no longer sentenced to return to barren ground

Your precious breath sets me free from the grave
Uplifted from the ground by your strong hands
The grave doesn’t claim my soul, I am yours in Heaven.

“How did it get so late so soon?
Its night before its afternoon.
December is here before its June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?” - Dr Suess


The children rebel as hearts wax cold
Our freedom dear just lies we’ve told
Conform to norms our souls we’ve sold
Cowards rule and the faint grow bold
How did our babies hearts wax cold

Oceans burn and wells run dry
In the midst of wealth the starving cry
We castrate truth and breed the lie
We posture and ponder our alibi
While oceans burn wells run dry

Rumors of wars and fire and rain
Exponential growth of evil and pain
Witch doctors will shrink the sense from your brain
Religion decision envision insane
Rumors of wars and fire and rain

No repentance when the moon bleeds red
No remorse when unborn babies are dead
No sympathy for starving millions unfed
No salvation for monkeys all up in your head
No repentance when the moon bleeds red

It’s the end of the start the start of the end
The bowls poured out the plagues descend
Intellectual assent cannot defend
The time is late do you comprehend
The end of the start the start of the end

TL Boehm

11/15/07

It was blasphemy I suppose
Sentient spirits congealed
Remembrance of life vivid
In scattered ashes
Your fatal embrace
Inescapable

Super Nova
Stellar birth I am smitten
Whispered wings against my scaly cheek
Do I wax weak?
In your infinite light

Bringer of light
Oblivion lingers
Licking souls from daggered fingers
Requiem for the lost
Strum a litany of lethal lies

Clarion call you lift me
Rarified air you breathe my grace
Gentle weapons of words
Cannot cleave me
I was born to consume you

Prince of the air
Defeated priest of nothing
When rivers cease
And mountains fall
The abyss opens for you

Dance with me precious
Porcelain skin delicious
My mouth it waits to feed
Melt with me
I am the inexorable flow
 

 And so it ends

Lets begin
This dance…..

Dancing with the Devil 6/14/07 tlb

an odd little poem about a conversation between an angel and a demon....all fiction

Temporal treasures
Wrapped in antique lace
Roseate stain
Exquisite lingers on my face
Hallowed skin remembers
The angelic embrace
Before my fall from grace

Crystal princess
A blushing rose
In your garden
Unashamed entwined repose
But the clinging vine strung serpentine
Snuffed eternal afterglow
Coiling poison's deadly blow

And the emnity
Twixt thou and me
Certainly you understand
The unquenchable light
Burning bright
Is the Fathers' flame lit within my hand
TL Boem12/7/06

Time does not fly
It crawls on taloned claws
Click click clicking in my afterthoughts
Coiled around me serpentine
Slowly sloughing off the crystallized
Shell I excrete
Leaving me raw to the chafing seconds
Slowly withering in the burn
Of a sunless sky
Seconds slip by
Tick tick tick
But time does not fly
It drips from pen to page
"Let patience have her perfect work in me"
Set me free from the counting clock
The hours mock me
Fear stalking my moments
My days in the chill embrace
Subtle bloodletting
Colors fade to gray
Time does not fly
It just slowly seeps away

11/30/06
TLB

when I say

Reconsider

I speak from the place of broken

the disgrace of words unspoken

Blood on the floor.

A creaking door

Life ebbing - a child no more

severence with percision

and my vision never restored.

I cannot say "Dont do it, sister"

Your wild heart your eyes

the tears you cry

Facing life alone unknown

Just a baby mama

What trauma new life brings

The things we give

When we live in the moment of torment

Dormant fears brought light

Passing years and sleepless nights

It took a sweet soul sister to heal

to feel me and this pain

to stop the rain

Now I'm older chances wane

Forgiveness so hard to find

Shame that made me blind

Wrapped that baby up in the Father's arms

Safe from harm

Jesus whispered in my ear

You gave it to me - let it go

Don't waste a life time letting death

Take you down slowly

Placing daisy chains on unmarked graves

Consider the life you save

I never considered the life I could have saved....

071706 

 TL Boehm

Above the chaos you see

Beyond your earthbound destiny

Cradled in the master’s hands

Dreams await and sacred plans

Eternal stuff for your weary soul

Fueled by love to make you whole

Generate the light where shadows break

Heal the cracks the wounds mistakes

Illuminate the chains by which you’re bound

Just take His hand and know you’re found

Kindred spirit deep within

Love never ends where you begin

My precious child I love you more

Never doubt what you’re created for

Only rest in me I give you peace

Protection, power and sweet release

Quiet child I am your source

Removing rocks I set your course

Swift water rises and winds may blow

Trust in me and this you know

Unconditional love precious and true

Victory and strength belong to you

Wherever you are I am with you there

Xoye your shepherd within my care

You are priceless by my infinite design

Zion waits dear child mine.

TB 090706

Run to me my broken child

And I will make you whole

I am the one who loves you most

Who breathes life into your soul

Run to me my broken one

And I will set you free

I’m here with strong arms open

Turn around and run to me.

You lie sleepless silence shattered

In the broken glass of your day

Your fragile spirit tattered

Your hope is swept away

In the deluge of delusions

Frustrations born of pain

But I am no mere illusion

Caught in a drop of rain

On my knees at your feet

I lift your tear soaked face to the light

I am your fortress your retreat

From terrors in the night

I am your warrior, your peace, your path

As your world tumbles down

I am shelter in the aftermath

You will not crash you will not drown

Let me hold you safe in my arms

Put your weary head against my breast

I melt the ice I keep you warm

This pulse of love beating in my chest

I have loved you before eternity

And after time stands still

You are beautiful and whole in me

I love you now and always will

Just a love note from your “Father”

TL Boehm

082206

Prismatic vision shatters

Crystalline stardust shimmers

As she flits on pinioned wings

Dusk downed flyer

She glides and spirals to the shore

Of your possibilities

Flashpoints of light encircle her

Like myriad halos of angels in waiting

The horizon rising

From the placid surface

Living water

The sparrow drinks deeply

Not one precious feather created

Without the gentle caress

Of the makers weathered hands

And so it goes with you

Dancing through your destiny

Of half hopes and abandoned dreams

Not one prayer

Flits on pinioned wings

Myriad angels waiting

Dream deeply dancing

Through your possibilities

Winged footsteps led

By the Makers weathered hands.

TL Boehm

082706

Parenthood is bittersweet. The older spawn is celebrating his sixmonthaversary with Brit today – that’s like 25 years in teen years - right? The younger is in his room playing with the archaic and often locked up N64 - and the hippie? Snoring in the bedroom, feet crossed, glasses on belly. We have that azure/tourmaline/crystal turquoise (in guy speak thats Really blue...) sky with no clouds...sigh. We must be getting back to lovely New Mexico weather. (that's codespeak for frickin' hot and sandpaper dry)

Hell aint fair so don’t go there
Don’t drag me down your path of pain
I been to this wall survived this fall
And crawled my way up again

I aint your superwoman
Aint your angel in taffeta white
Just another warrior bruised
Bloody battered abused
Screams in her pillow in the middle of the night

I felt the burn the knife blade turn
Got the scars all over my back
Starved for peace but no release
From a soul under constant attack

Sometimes I just dig my nails
Into the palms of my hands
In the blood that falls
Write your name on the walls
Pain is a drug we both understand

So you scream and cry and I leave you lie
Face down in a shallow grave
From ashes and earth I was there at your birth
But your fractured soul I cannot save

So I’ll just look away
Under my breath I pray
You’ll come around to the truth someday
But I cannot be your light today

TL Boehm
2/14/06

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