With Pen and Little Wit

I set my pen to paper
To sketch the face of God
To trace his rocky lines
And fingers made of pine
But my pen won't move an inch
And my paper stays the same
And this way it shall stay for
An undetermined time
I'm only left to play
The feeble part of mime
And read some dreary words
Of old and bygone times
Just remember this young face
Grows older all the time
Oh, but while I moved a moment
Trace
I've made a crooked line
Could be the smile
Or a wrinkle caused by my
Unworthy shaky hands
Not meant to understand
How time bends under
Such command.
So still I sit with pen and little wit
To capture forms beginning
Please some one come and tell me
That I should up and quit.

Sophia

I sit idly in the coffee shop, my head down in contemplative thought. The music has at this point become nothing more than the dull drone of a poor, trapped housefly, living out the last of its days caught on the wrong side of a dirty window pane. A slight fancy dances into my head giving me the inclination to look up. Walking past the large windows of the shop, caught in the arcing eclipse of fog and glass, I take in movement. The people of the day struggle to align mind and foot as the thought of work causes their feet to hesitate in every step. I see this and know that but a momentary lapse in their concentration would cause their feet to immediately change their course, directed at once towards home. Their body following, giving no fight continue on its current forced, and laborious journey. Ah! But there comes a soul lightly stepping down the sidewalk. So light and free I know at once it is her. The way each foot, so small and delicate, steps one in front of the other, with no sign of struggle, alignment, perfectly in sync. The way she floats atop each yellow and red stained fallen leaf of October, leaving a floating fiery wake behind her. Light stepping, leaf to leaf, she slowly raises her hand towards her cheek to address the stray wisps of hair that tumble off her brow, so slightly out of place. This is the only way I know she is not some ethereal being, those stubborn bangs. Lost. My mind swerves down roads long forgotten. I'm chasing her down country lanes, dusty, dirty, lonely. I spent one thousand years chasing that wisp of stray hair in the deepest corners of my mind. I climbed trees, surveying the land below, I jumped streams, and leapt down mountains. A sound sparked in my ears, unearthly in my dream land, and I crashed backwards through the dark moss covered limbs, I came screaming back over country lanes, and reeling back to the coffee shop. I moved my feet, the sound of hard soled boots scuffing along the polished cement floor, that was my undoing. She was gone, I never did catch her. I huddle inward, respite. Everything pauses, and I see her again, alignment, perfectly in sync. I tried every day to walk like her. I tried everyday to be one. I am still with three, and I, the fourth, struggling behind and always shouting at the top of my lungs "me, me, me".

My Love

I've got a question my love,
Would you meet me here in the summers heat my love?
I've got a question my love,
Would you stand the temptations to defeat my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could we chance another chance my love?
I've got a question my love,
From here to the stars could we leap my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could infinity treat and make us complete my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will oceans swell and dispel the fleet my love?
I've got an army of unknowns my love.
I've got a question my love,
Would the winters trap us in my love?
I've got a question my love,
Would a path easier paved move us my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could the Earth gravitate towards the sun my love,
And not burn us, but encourage my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will the blossoms compete my love,
With a blooming so rare my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will we see another day my love?
I've got a question, my love...

An Inexplicable Sigh

We walked until we could walk no more

Turned and waited and searched for a floor

To spread our weary legs and eat

And maybe catch a good nights sleep

We found a building all crumbled and broken

with a door that was useless and hanging quite open

among grass and vines and human waste

we hurried to enter this decaying place

A warehouse it seems, had this cage once been

Though what it had stored was a mystery then

We sat on our packs and gathered our food

some cobbler pie and a rusty spoon

We spat in the dark, and listed our day

out loud to each other to keep spirits at bay

But come they did all quiet and meek

Tip toed or floating they shuttered and creaked

Huddling close to our simple fare

their pale faces glowed as they slowly neared

They listened and whispered, though sometimes they whimpered

to our stories and tales of travel and adventure

When it came time to dim down our fire

To lay on our back and dream of desires

They skirted back and returned to the shadows

and drifted and floated back to the meadows

A sigh I think escaped from me then

knowing that is how eternity I would spend.

Three Lines

Three lines meet and a corner is formed,

a shadow catching spirit,

dancing in the blades of the twilight fan

with a golden scalp reflecting last nights tragedy.

I pull on the beaded strings

to shed some light in the dusty room,

but I leave the light off because I saw the vicious blue rainbow,

a halo formed reminding early risers there is still beauty here,

there is still a hope unsaid in "waiting phrases",

spoken in hidden agendas of "once"...

"once this is over"...

Whisper

Have you ever heard the whisper of god?

It sounds like a turning page

or the scratch of a needle.

Each distinct,

and awakening that being

crawling beneath the flesh.

A mother calling you home,

a father exchanging his throne.

Let it be heard in the silence on the moon,

let it be heard in thunders deafening boom.

A star created, a world in bloom,

it's the sound of a moth winging towards noon.

In stillness and in movement

I hear the words of time,

a swinging dance stepping out of line.

Latitude and longitude

breaks their earthly tides

and gods mighty whisper

breaks the best of minds.

Zaphnath-paaneah

I watch the crows circle

I watch them circle high

The bread atop my head wont last

This feast is about worn out

Pluck out my eyes

Eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Water rises

Water recedes

The fat cow will outlast

The other, dont you see?

Hes gonna fucking eat you

Pluck out my eyes

Eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

The king doesn't see

what's there in front of me

The jailed, they all fail

to find the meaning

Find the meaning...

Technicolor dreams

they scream

of famine and disease

Zaphnath-paaneah

Pluck out my eyes

eat my meat and bread

Dive in, dive in

Wing and feather

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Wing and Feather

Zaphnath-paaneah

Dive in, dive in

Zaphnath-paaneah

Grab hold the flesh tether

Zaphnath-paaneah

Wake