You are a well!
A cistern of cool crisp water
In the desert of the mind!
I would delight in nothing more
Than to dance and delight in
Your elegant song!
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Pie eyed and mystified,
Watching the play from Plato's seat.
You took my hand and led me
Out of the dark allegorical cave.
Count me among the spectators,
Sand sifting through the fingers
Of both hands.
That gentle welcoming glance.
Overburdened fire quenched in the
First crow then gull now cardinal...
Poinsettia pointing to where the sun sets.
Just slightly to the west of me.
There, a new haven.
A song bird with eyes all aglow.
Nestle down beside me.
Teach me what you've discovered,
Let it not be brief,
Angles and angels
And clouds on the ceiling,
Where Muir burns myrrh,
And Frankenstein scents assemble.
St. Paul, thank heavens for these gifts,
My silent spirit has received a lift!
Saturday, March 25, 2017
The alarming sirens beckon!
All these names, faces, people and places...
Stumbling over numbers,
Staring extra hard at all the clocks,
Waiting for the time
I've been told I would recognize.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
There it is!
In the trees!
Sensing all the subtleties.
Are we giving, taking, sleeping or waking?
What position are the hands in?
Reconstructing a lost fine art...
The gift of judging matters of the heart.
I saw a forest,
A single special tree.
I know I will leave an offering here.
Perhaps that which enchants the tree
Will bear blossoms or fruit for me.
I sit and marvel at how the breeze frolics
Through the bending branches.
I hear the birds sing.
I dance to the song,
The call of the wild,
Howling past my ears-
And I listen,
Should something click into place,
For this must be the place,
Yet, this is not my home.
A stranger in a strange land...
But the math adds up!
And in the dream I've been here before.
Guide my hand and guide my heart-
Set the inner watch and remember
When I awoke with a start,
At just the perfect setting on the clock,
That precise moment-
Time to embark.
Sunrise calling me to that familiar stream,
I hope if I awake, it wasn't only a dream.
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Watching it all go round and round
The carousel of the mind
The sickening hum
My tired whine
Thought I had a call from home
Just debt collectors on the phone
Reminding me that the prize is not mine
That motivation is hard to find
I try to keep my eyes closed
South Bronx parasite
Red white and Hoo Hoo Hoo
Friday, March 17, 2017
That faint orange line grows by the sea,
Over the houses and trees,
Pourin itself out for me.
The dark knight recedes.
Sleep is placed in our pocket &
We rush out into the world.
I would like to take my steps slow,
I have no knowing of where the current will flow or of its rate of travel.
I sit in contemplation,
Allowing this light to grow,
Awaiting the melting of the snow.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
There is no snow,
There is only you.
There is no rain but the reign of the Most High.
There is no wind, just a wind-up toy.
Return to the Sun,
Revealing it's reflection upon its counterpart,
And she too, moving mountains,
With a gentle ebb and flow.
Monday, March 13, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
Bells in the distance.
Heat drumming on the baseboards.
Sirens singing the songs based on sine,
"a saw-tooth waveform with complex sub-harmonics,"
And then silence.
Now I breathe &
the waves break upon
the beaches of my heart.
And the grove of beech,
In the forest of my mind,
Stretch ever upward,
In search and praise
Of the Great Light.
When I don't catch the sunrise
I feel like a bucket head
What a great way to start to pop that top
Put some Buckethead on the radio
Re member with some reggae
Celebrate the King of Kings!
The sun is home
Staring at me from the southeast
As I type with thumbs alone
Feeling prime mate
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
When wonder's water wheel,
Brings that point which I marked,
Back around to me,
I will see me in you and you in me.
We look eye in eye,
& I & I,
Forever will we dance.
Dance the fears away.
The city never sleeps,
But at times this body must rest.
When the stars fall heavy on my eyelids,
My blanket I will seek.
And your grace I will keep.
Love with all my heart.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Sleepwalking with ghosts
Ribbons of truth descending
Through the layers
So much time, not enough time
Hoo would have thought
This awl would be popping another
Notch in my belt.
Gathering stones, collecting thoughts.
Rain water fills the bucket.
Let it grow.
Monday, March 6, 2017
MT I repeat,
Be leave I repeat,
Crushing the worms inside of me.
Relics of the past calling out to me.
Eyes try to breathe,
The youthful fountain of tears,
Tearing it's crocodile teeth into me.
I thought in FL I'd be free,
Man, what a leaning tower I'm building.
And I hope I didn't crush your spider legs,
As the cupboard door swung closed.
Static lightning in the dark
To catch it with sight &
Not just a crackle a pop
The majesty of a thunder strike
Upon my blanket
In the middle of the night
What a treat as I rest my tired feet
My head sinks into the pillow
Like the banks of the river
By the weeping willow
Follows the Sun's day,
We put our heads back down
And grind along
Preparing for day 2, Martes, Mardi;
Awaiting the hump of the great camel
to take us to the Promised Land.
Everybody loves on Freya's day,
when the great clam shell opens,
Displaying the pearl of the return of the Sun,
But only once we pass though the
greater malevolent, bearing the weight of lead,
does the glint of gold arise on the horizon
of the mind. ∞