Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Movement and Repose
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
A Storm I Am
When I start to behave like a storm, when I billow smoke and steam, and strip the bark from trees, you should know I am coming for you. When I start to spit lightening and fire, when I swallow streams and shake the ground beneath your feet, you should know I am missing you. I come from the West, wild hair and mad eyes, dancing above the mountain tops headed East towards the sound of your voice. You sit there, counting the seconds between thunder claps, and me, I'm counting the seconds to impact.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
With Pen and Little Wit
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.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sophia
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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.