Who has you in memory... |
Before You Lead Me to Prison... |
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Who has you in memory From fiddle-faddle days? A hundred scattered scenes, Fractured, secret memes, A golem, Their you, portrays. |
Before you lead me to prison, Let’s wait ‘til the sun has risen, For the night is long And the stars are calling my name. If the angry gods are willing, And hungry hours need killing, Fate matters not, as It’s really all one and the same. When the sky is hinting at blue, I will savor the morning dew And then close my eyes, Turn my back to the glinting flame, Just to wander through yesterdays, Moments wasted a million ways When the nights were long And the stars were calling my name. |
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Endless Stairs
Why go down?
I’ll just have to come up again carrying as much as my arms can hold so as not to waste the trip and then come down to bring back the things I carried up before. Up and down, down and up, more and more. Impatient ApparitionsWindows open on a windy day.
All the ghosts come out to play, Fluttering curtains, Slamming doors, Not waiting for dark To haunt these floors. Cruelty of Ice As hours amass and days pass by,
The Wind grows cold, its wintry sigh. Leaves once green, relent to gold, Tired and old, And soon covered by a snowy net Captured for three months too many. see more... The PatriarchFrom the narrow slit in the door
I saw him there, Commanding The space of his leather chair, Reading the news with a steady eye. I watched him silent, not wanting to pry. Such a man he will always be. That’s all the door-slit would let me see. Wednesday 12/13/2014Basket crackles Doubling down Nonsense writing Frowning clown Nature vs. ArtFinely crafted art or nature flowing free.
One is simply shown, the other artistry. Darkly furrowed brow or eyes gently closed. One a concrete thought, the other supposed. Beauty lies within, structure stands without. Shapes form, then change, acquiring doubt. What fool measures nature and art? So intertwined, why tell them apart? |
RegretGoing forwards backwards
Tail into the wind I can’t see what is to be Only what’s already been PretendingThis is me pretending
to sleep like a lioness who never sleeps This is me pretending to glide like a swan with furious feet beneath This is me pretending to laugh like a hyena hunting the edge of madness This is me pretending to soar like a hawk wings beating furiously swifting me away Crickets
Screeching crickets
Pierce the ears Ever-deafening A thousand years Evolution Stagnant science Wish for silence |
August
Good-bye August
Good-bye Moon Darkness fades Into noon Softened hearts Summer late Grasping hands Separate Better Off...and there were two or three or four
How many, I couldn't tell. Perhaps, it's just as well. A Proper ScreamA proper scream shreds the air
And leaves no room for Wonder Come Summer's EndSay goodbye to hearth fires and icy landscapes white Say goodbye to chilly breath, sugar on snow, hot cocoa Bid adieu to ice skates and sleds Wave away your coats and scarves Winter's gone for now Spring is here for now Say hello to blooming trees, southern breeze Welcome in the warming sun Come summer's end We will dream of the first snow again |
