Movement and Repose

I shall no longer stay idle. I will walk swiftly and with resolve. I shall speak the truth with determination. I will gaze and see the beauty. I will move with conviction and pause to reflect. I will bring to light what is lost in the dark. I will look out from mountain tops and rest in the valleys. I will span oceans and jump continents. I shall no longer stay idle.

A Storm I Am

This is just the beginning. Will post the rest when finished.

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.

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

Level Six

Charcoal drawings
Black finger tips
Smeared ashes and there's
No time to clean

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Strobed lights, flashing signs,
Epilepsy, shutter, blink
No time to think

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Now they're not going anywhere
And they're angry
Now they've stopped moving
And they can think clearly

The white is stained
People complain
The elevator's stuck on level six

Jump

Sometimes letting go,
Jumping without looking,
The trigger goes back.
The deafening thud tears into consciousness.
Extreme reality...ahhhh,
I have found my Bo tree,
Shade at last.

The World Falls Apart

Right there in front of me
Man is screaming
Man is retreating
Man is no longer competing
The world falls apart
Right in front of you
The Gods you made are running
The Gods you made are cursing
And I am blurting out the first thing
On my mind
The first thing I can tackle with my
Tongue
It's you

Superimposed Reality

The millions of pixels glittering fancily,
with the digitized smiles and modem madness
sending signals flashing like stellar
paraphernalia over and through the satellites
and the fiber optics, blasting your face with
mans satiric scheme, cut and paste, now you
have your reality, but really your electric
empathy has led to your system failure, and
your hard drive heart has crashed, and now
you must reboot reality, cut and paste,
profound serenity all because...
"You have mail."

Blood

He's always sayin'

"I promise"

While he's biting his toungue

And she's always wonderin'

Where her love has gone.

Her love has gone

Love has gone.

And he's always wipin'

The blood off his chin

And she's always wonderin'

Where the hell he's been.

Where have you been?

Where the hell have you been?

Well he doesn't know

Cause' he lost track

A bit down the road.

She'd always known

She'd be letting him go

Yeah he'd be the first to go

I'm always the first to go.

You can see it in the paper

The headline reads,

"When they arrived he was dead on the scene"

And you can read it on my tombstone

"He'll always bleed"

Yeah I'll always bleed

&

Always be the first to

Go

Story by the Sea

You and me walked out to the sea
To lay our bones upon our weary skin
and took the day to rest all dreams
You would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole
Your heart
And we would watch the sun
Lay down his head
Behind the hills and trees
And wait for night
To tell the tales of home
And listen to the groan
Of time
And you would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole you heart
And the tide started to rise
Swept up and carried us away
Been cast off in unknowns
A place where our love will find a way
Then hope in the shape of an anchor
Held us both steady at bay
You would listen to me
As we laid our heads by the sea
Where I stole your heart

Run

A sound sparked me to run
I couldn't see the source
That sound that put in motion
My final act in this world
To jump out with palms upturned
To blindly catch the front of a train
"release"
A sound sparded me to run
I couldn't see the source

Twigs and Stones

I built my house out of glass
So everyone could see the mess
When I picked out the biggest stone
And from my knees down to my toes
Gave the stone a mighty throw
Well now you can't blame anyone but me
The polished glass you could plainly see
A naked man with an outstretched hand
"Oh walk away before I shatter your heart"
A little piece of glass your'e lettin' beat too fast
A porcelain frame and your twig like bones
Don't stand a chance
When I hurl this stone.

Currents

Fish feel what I feel

The year ending

Time bending

Now to swim

Up stream or

Down?

Sayonara Basho

The moon and sun are eternal travelers
Even the years travel on
A lifetime adrift on a boat
Wind blown clouds turning into dreams of wanderings
I swept the cobwebs from the corners of my room
Just in time for the new year
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes
Straightening the spines of prose
I dust off all their shells
When would I see them again?
As the springtime mists begin to rise from the fields
I left my house in the hands of another
And left a verse at my door:
Spring passes
And the birds cry out
Tears in the eyes of fishes

Swell

With the ocean pounding in the background,
the stream of thoughts does not always
flow swiftly, undesturbed. Undercurrents of
insanity are swelling, and the brooding
storm is near, and I alone in my boat, alone
with fear...let go.