Tuesday, May 17, 2016

F-utility

Why carry the burden when someone else takes what has been wrought?
Why reflect when entertainment is there in waves to drown the inner voice?
If buying that thing will it last, will it not have a blemish, will it satisfy?
Quiver not the liver when atrocities are committed against the meek, leaders ignore such
To think is a bothersome thing when the society dictates the thoughts
If there is a God does He command murder, deceit and perversion of justice?
No, but if there is evil, wickedness demands the same of adherents
Why be religious when so many have worked so hard to change blue to red?
Anger rages against injustice but slaps the face of those who call upon the Name
Stifling voices make alien and an outsider of all that which is true and heals
Why plan the future, do not the pitchmen point the way?
Do the tyrants, kings and world's owners war, blacken and take?
Fear not, for their end has been prepared, and death comes to all
Why hope for change, is not the change that comes worse than what was?
Save and spend, get and give, play and be played, usury and bankers print
Why shed a tear to give the hard ground false hope?
Why does the sky brood, to make a mirage for the bedouin?
Should the eye explore the deepest mystery to know the number of things?
For ocean upon sea and sky upon earth comes with coral, and silt in tides and mountainsides
Valleys laid low and civilizations past yet tiny dominance seeks to last
The spark yet flickers, the sapling bruised yet grows
The wild vine and olive thrive in the rocks and the fig-tree blossoms
The great spiraling unfolding wind of Truth blows away the old
So many myriad schemes of little hearts and minds wonder what of me?
Entropy of the old fades and dissolves in the fiery heat of purest gold
New life and creation is bursting the old seams of existential staleness
These pale things cannot endure; the ground shifts, death, decadence and time are broken
Can there be a wonder at change and its call to futility? F-utility and status quo
Something Infinite comes to crush that which is finite, with a finality everlasting
Why cry out, because there is One Who may listen and answer?
Are humility and humbleness come, fraternal guests?
Be still then for in that place there is peace.

Friday, May 13, 2016

Poems Naive

Hello All:

The poems herein represent original drafts, most of which remain here in all their glory and have not been edited. I'm not sure that I will get around to tidying up around here, so if you see them elsewhere in the future looking a little different and some with changed titles its all good. You can say; well I knew those poems way back when, before they were all clean and shiny. Thanks for looking in.

Regards,
Dusty Crucible

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Alive and Breathing and Bigger Than Life

Alive and breathing and bigger than life
The freedom to grow and expand in the great expanse of this world
Or to lie vacant and vacuous in the virtual claim that has laid hold on the soul

How is it that we can prefer empty repeated critiques of others so eloquently born
As to fly across the world and back again in an instant
No fresh air is to be found there, nor the cry of something living
Only a silence to break ones heart at its being and essence
Is that what we must be fated to and how is it that we have given ourselves
Given our time and substance so freely to that which is not real
Which does not really exist or have blood and breath

My arms reached out my soul grew large until I inhabited the place of the bird
My legs sank deep 50 feet down into the earth
I felt my chest heave until it loomed wide over the neighborhood
I saw the policeman look up from his motorcycle and ticket writing
The people walking through the neighborhood
This then is our destiny without limitation of space, stagnant form and matter

Not to engage in endless meaningless chatter of unanswered scribble and blather
For a few glimpses into the lives of our distant loved ones
We are willing to die a little, and then a little more until we bellow
As hollow and as loudly as a distant bell tolling to the sudden jerk of a cord
Give up, oh give up, I say,  surrender the right to be right
The hubris to put all others down because of their wrongs and because of my searching and wondering ignorance.
I want my own kind, to seek that which wells up in a river of life, that which lives and loves, and prays… To speak the Truth with singing, Spirit, cursive and Word.

I grow, I live, I expand, hovering over the landscape as if to scoop it up in my arms
Crying out in a place where sound can be heard without digital assistance
Looking up I soar into the azure field flooding over the burnt mauves, flowering pinks, and gentle calming grays;
Through the misting sheets of cold and dewy white.
The deep dusky purples call out their threats, taunts and challenges
Be still darkened ones and bring about the renewing, refreshing squalls and showers.
Cleanse all the face of the earth.

I rise up ever higher arcing over the horizon with the barrel chested winds
My body stretches out like the northern cross against the spectrum of mercurial light
There in silent waves to contemplate with the pulsating warrior Orion
Riding upon the back of the charging solar breeze
Passing through the horns of Taurus, onward to kiss the Seven Sisters
Showers of love and luminous blinding radiance reaching out to heal
While the darkness continues to melt away, cringing, scattered, dying
Before the presence of the vast saving heart that beats out the Cosmos
Where the Seven Spirits dwell who witnessed the first spark of all creation
To the One who holds all things together and designed the final new beginning

Passing through all, hoping all, forgiving all, with an exuberance yet unspoken
Feeling the pain and the joy of a myriad of those with light and being
Raise me up oh Lord, now and at the end of days that I might cradle some
That my eyes might see through tears the souls of others and behold my God
There among the lightning, rainbows, and fiery Nova's refining heat 
Then I can fall into the eternity of your highest love while fearing not to care
Withholding not my hand to do all that is set out before the quantum of time
Before the never-ending sight of the heavens above and all the Holy Host.


Thursday, July 23, 2015

A Day of Seasons

Peaceful Shadows
Patient light
Winter dawn
Faded Heaven
Icey fingers weep
Grey headed frost
Praying rigidly
Clenching teeth
Hugging sweatered soul
Crunching walk
Turn muddied steps
In melted grass
Sun is out,
Yet the air is misty
See the bits
Of colored light 
Sleep flys away
In vapors musty
Leaves us now
Morning in clover
Dew on flower-tops
Feet cold and wet
Dirty bottoms,
Wet tops
Peace in green
Life in heat
Spring in song
Singing rainbow
Clear flowing water
Chirping Sparrows
Cooing tardy
Morning doves
A crow calls out
His off key song
Rouge pollen petals
Hearts without loving
Till crystal teardrop
Should adorn each
The torrent sounds
Yet the flower
After the storm
Begins to stand again
Tempering Brilliance
So softly sounds beauty
Braided green
Budding Birth
Oh fattened Butterfly
Hello Mr. bee
Shimmering and fuzzy
In the sunlight dancing
Take your time and clean
I won't chase you
Rest while you may
Until you fly away
The sunbeam pierces
The cool stream
Reflection yielding not
The warm hand of One
Cleansing the life within
Drifting in the quiet
Gliding Hawk
Tracing out the
Turning warmth
Flax gold swaying
Hot wet spirit
Warm moist earth
Cloud floats in blue
Watercolor view
Summerset afternoon
No more orange rays
As the sun slips down
Other side of the horizon
Orange, reddish leaves
Let loose like falling stars
Skyward vanguard 
Geese flying south
So tempting,
The Autumn air
Holds one captive
Filling the senses
Pure damp cool life
Wrapped in darkness
Shades of night
Standing in the earth
Canopy of whispers
Feeling life
Mighty oak and pine
Wooed by the fire's story
Quickened restless limbs
Stretching toward a star
A pine needle away
Warmed by existence
One of many in a great house
Seemingly silent

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Feral Fellow

Thursday came in the cascade of days
It rained down like an avalanche
Rolling down upon eyes that
Could not see the oceans blue sky
For the mists that yet rested
In the minds valley

Come now and walk upon the rocky peak
Wind on down through the hollow
Pass under by the mild mannered Ponderosas
Upon the dust and dirt worn path
Up around the bend and back again
Aching hinge and stubborn ligaments

Pour down the social cup
Piece together the puzzle
Of the yet tender day
Purposely proposed thanksgiving
For those loved, lost and living
As peace can make a home in that place

Journey beyond the morning garden
To another of worker bees and marching ants
The telltale signs appeared announcing
His presence, that feral fellow
He was there though out of sight
Fowling up the bushes and corners

Wallowing in the throws of life
Vacant uncaring blue eyes
Scanning sunbeams awash in warmth
Desiring nothing, needing no-one, cleaning sullied paws
Coming near he speaks an empty greeting
Listlessly forgotten the days of bloodied prey

Swatting at a fly, capturing a cricket
Earnestly hunting down an old lizard skin
Rustling in the breeze and thorn
But these are the secrets of another creature
How dare one condescend to put to pen
That which is forbidden, and primitive

Is he in his unkept imperfections
Not, but a shadow of ourselves
Does not the pool of words
Give cause for one's own reflection
Oh Diviner of hearts were it not so
That colored inklings should so paint another's expression.

Pslam 103:14-16
14 For he understands how we are made,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 Yes, a human being’s days are like grass,
he sprouts like a flower in the countryside —
16 but when the wind sweeps over, it’s gone;
and its place knows it no more.
Psalm 8: 4-9
(3) When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and stars that you set in place —
(4) what are mere mortals, that you concern yourself with them;
humans, that you watch over them with such care?
(5) You made him but little lower than the angels,
you crowned him with glory and honor,
(6) you had him rule what your hands made,
you put everything under his feet —
(7) sheep and oxen, all of them,
also the animals in the wilds,
(8) the birds in the air, the fish in the sea,
whatever passes through the paths of the seas.




Thursday, June 11, 2015

Life, Death and Remembering Our Loved Ones, excerped from a eulogy for a friend

"... Lay me down like a stone, O God, and raise me up like a loaf,"
- Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace, Ch. XII

I had heard the phone call that they had taken ill
The soft voices, spoken prayers, eternal hopes, miraculous dreams
In that stillness of heart we wished and offered our support
Knowing the certainty of sadness to follow
A little while longer and our loved one was gone from us

Retreating into the garden of quiet wandering and drifting thoughts, I began to reflect on the Following; Sleep comes to us all, covering us, as we slowly struggle and fall, with an Irresistible Blanket of peace. Each winter season brings its news once more and only time Serves to Cushion the blow, till it becomes like a bell tolling in the distance. Our friend has Overcome Great hardship and we now join in this endeavor with help from one another and A loving hand from above.

The motion of leaves whispering before the storm
Is it not like the footfall of those we now recall?
Faces turned to shades of memory hidden in the heart
As moonbeams hiding in the folds of satiny clouds
Announce the great light's silhouette, though it be obscured

 Are not the raindrops that fall out of heaven's door
Messengers that come to refresh the land and its people?
To bring good news upon great and small of life and of cleansing?
Are they not but a mirror of our tears and the outpouring of our souls, 
Renewing  the deepest parts of each, helping each to love one another?
For a seed has been brought to bear in the earth, to grow blossoms and fruit
So that now the landscape is peopled with plenty, and each bosom is full.

 So precious is that which cannot be bought or contained, in the sight of the Almighty.
That which is sent from on High and then returns again on the wind unseen
As is has been said "For a little seed must fall to the ground in order to give life"
The great and beautiful community of lights is made up of these, as are our families and Friends gathered in this place. The mustard seed has done what the Husbandman Intended, and we have witnessed it. It has Grown up into a vast network of love, 
Of sowing, of harvesting and of abundance here today.

 Are not the footsteps of those remembered here with us now
As the sunshine that comes after the showers to warm and brighten all things?
Do we not see the gifts of our loved ones expressed in the faces of our friends?
When we do, our Maker walks with each one and holds us for a little while
And so we celebrate the fine diamonds mined deep within the earth
The gleaming of purest gold and the sparkle of dazzling jewels,
As we look upon the treasures of life, and celebrate those who've left us.

The good are taken from us, as the world cannot countenance them any longer
It turns away from the evening only to behold the dawning of a new day elsewhere.
  And so to, Each friend is like a fine wine, rich in sweetness and royal color, satisfying the Heart and calming the mind. Taken together each enjoys the blessings of one another's Company, and in this way joy shall overtake our sorrow, until it is time to rest. So it is then, That we in this life should be like a loaf of braided egg bread, sprinkled with the laughter of Children, friends and loved ones, like poppy seeds, sesame seeds, and raisins.  When Looking upon It one sees not the beginning, nor the end, but rather, only, the Sumptuousness of its sun-like yellow, the filling richness of its doughy taste, and the exalted Pleasure of its Rising


 

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

Chasing Life

When I was a little child
I chased my food

As a young boy
I chased the my friends

While I grew
We all the chased the sun

Later on as a teenager
I chased the rainbows

When I was a young man
I chased the girls and many dreams

As I got a little older
I chased marriage, home and community

While a father
I chased after my children and my love

Later on in midlife
I chased success and vanity

Sometimes I chased futility

When I was a little older
I chased black cars, souls of loved ones, friends and acquaintances

As I continued on this journey
I chased health and physicians

While I was slowed down
I slowly chased meaning and forgiveness

Later on while laying in the years
I chased the wind

Then, when time and chasing life stopped
I was caught up in a Place, HaMakom

Chastened, made chaste, chased into Eternity.




Monday, November 24, 2014

Again Gone Lost

I am again what I was once then
A meandering vine, a Bedouin
Wandering through from place to place
Not belonging in any one space
Like a tumble weed blown along
In a black and white cowboy song
Long goes the way but so short the occasion
A shepherd, not brave, yet sometime brazen
Having failed to speak and then too much
A wayward boy again gone lost
Past and future ripped asunder
Gives the thoughtful soul to wonder
Life unreconciled strewn about
Synthesized in dreams of the heart

Friday, November 21, 2014

Blah Blah Blah

Blah Blah Blah turns the clock
Blah Blah Blah crows the cock

Lie, lie all the more
Hidden hands toll the bell

What the truth is
Who can tell

Ask the King o'r your head
When you lay thee down to bed

Government meetings
Solicitor pawns

Enforcers ride the tide
Money, fear greed pride

Keep the sheep
Like shepherd dogs

From wandering down
Forbidden roads

Dumbfounded, downtrodden
Lowly, oppressed

Keep their heads down
The powers know best

Scramble now, no not to rest
Please the parents in the nest

High above
In Ivory Towers

Hoping below
For candied showers

Try to run
While they take and take

In this life
No escape

Hope then on
Kingdom come

Trembling those
Who hold the gun

There the dawn
Of Freedom's Sun

Birthing out eternity
Giving Death to tyranny

All those trampled
Down as bitter grapes

Pour out now from the vine
A bouquet of sweetest wine

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Beauty - a poem by Moshe Safdie from his book titled " Form and Beauty "

He who seeks Truth
Shall find Beauty
He who seeks Beauty
Shall find Vanity
He who seeks Order
Shall find Gratification
He who seeks Gratification
Shall be Disappointed
He who considers himself as the servant of his fellow being
Shall find the joy of Self-Expression
He who seeks Self-Expression
Shall fall into the pit of Arrogance
Arrogance is incompatible with nature
Thru the nature of the universe
and the nature of man
we shall seek Truth
If we seek truth we shall find Beauty

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Bearing with the Bard ( for Pat)

The bear came to my table
Strong and able
Telling of the field and meadow 
All with great longing he 
Wanting company and tea
a very sociable fellow

He drank my wine
Ate my loaf in time
Whilst visiting for the day 
Wanting to play an affable host
and turning white as a ghost
I invited him to stay

He taught me how to hunt and fish
For berries in the chocolate ice cream dish
He waxed philosophical
Then lectured on earth and religion
Making points to man with precision
Of saints, and Shakespeare metaphysical

Though gruff and snorting
With fearful cavorting
He meant no harm you see 
By and by as hours past 
Making all clear at last
We learned of his history

None dared move him from his place
As in the several hours space
He licked his paws and all plates clean
Til off to bed we crept
Above the angels laughed and wept
Watching down upon the scene

When came thereafter the morning dawn
There he was upon our lawn
He quoted me his poetry
But my ears they could not hear
Then came upon me a kind of fear
My mind bewildered at the symmetry

I realized then that by some magic spell
While stumbling into the camp of day
As if still in the night of forest play
For reason that no one could tell
Sitting quizzical on me his wide eyes stared
That grizzly bruin once so terrible had been made a bard

While I uncivilized, held others at bay
My Dragons breath, and claws bid them pray 
A grumpy growl said, not now, don't care
There found in me, my heart and eyes
By some twist of fate to my surprise
This Nick Bottom, surmised as wise, did himself become the bear 

epilogue: serves to make one take note of bearings and moorings;
The proclivities on the high seas of humanities' knees.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Banjo Song

Carry me away by and by
Through the trees on the breeze way up high
Lay me deep down in love by grand canyon river 
so that I might rise with the doves

O little bird, o tiny bird
Darting in and out of blossoms like a bee
Like a rainbow cross the sky, as you buzz to and fro, 
Humming songs that set the lovers heart free

In the eyes of a child I saw a lovin pure heart
It gave me joy, it gave me joy
Watch em run all about, hear em scream hear em shout
Fair blessed goodness is each girl and boy

Cast me off now and then
Just like Jonah and the sea faring men
Send me far below in the belly of the whale,
spit me up on the land once again

 Looking up at your face in the dome of night
Moon and Stars swimming in the deep and wide
I get dizzy as the wind spins this old world around
Wheel in wheel beneath His majesty on high

In the meadow stands a man and a wife
With the flowers, full of love and the strife of life
Cast your cares upon Him, the bright morning star
So that the little children might know peace.

Catch me up, catch me up, take me away
In the Heavenly Host's eternal day
Like Enoch and Elijah in a chariot of flame
Bowing low before Jerusalem's King

Sky above and Sea below
Curling wind playing in the sun
There's a secret rarely told, what gives life to a soul
Warmth, love and laughter in a well lit home

So lay me down, down to rest
Let the tombstone read: he did his best
To humbly care for those on earth
While givin praise to the One above
Please raise him up in the Savior's love

Carry me away by and by
Through the trees on the breeze way up high
Lay me deep down in love by grand canyon river 
so that I might rise with the doves

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Wind and Sky

In the darkness came a light cast down as a shield of love and encouragement

Then the wind blew in from the north like a bony finger poking me in the ribs

It was cold and relentless, it blew up the mountainsides and over the snowy peaks

Spraying the dancing prisms in every direction like flocks of white arctic terns

It blew down the slopes into the Valleys in the black of moonless nights

Banging metal gates, chasing palm fronds, and limbs with giant hands, causing strife among all

Leaving husks behind on the street that looked like dried up sea turtles that had lost their way

It blew through my nights, in my sleepless dreams, and then onto sunlit harrowed day

There, breathing threats, anguish and fears in the breast of beasts, and in the families of man

The winds crashed through the window of life through the desktop, script and parchment

Blowing letters right off the page's edge; passing over one week of days and into the next

Blasting they came again and again, like restless whispering souls in the swirling strokes of Starry

Night; herded, pushed, lead along by the unseen beating wings of countless celestial singing angels

It blew in sickness and then carried it out again with the dust and leaves and old papers strewn about

The hand of the Great unseen Spirit sent the wind to cleanse the land, to scrub it clean and test each one

To refresh the air and all the creatures in its path like children waiting to be clothed and fed

So forceful was the caress from this tide of breath that it swept two and three weeks aside,

As it broke into my sleep again and again so that I wandered aimlessly and anxiously

Through many places of the past, lost and confused, making deals for no one, stumbling mazelike,

Searching out friends that were no longer there, trying to find my way back in other cities and times

Then a voice spoke from within my sleep, within my heart saying today is one of special happenings

A time of new beginnings, but someone called my name, and then again, till I awoke and went with her

She took my hand and showed the way outside to the yard, and gestured toward the sky in awe

Dawn, covered in a stunning onward stretching shout of, burnt reds, pinks, and mauves,

Gentle looking down upon us in innocence like a big blue eye baby covered in rose petals

The wind agreed to be silent for a while, as was the morning, so that every still bosom might drink of its purity

This Winter's day every beating heart,  great and small is renewed and the world is given life once more

There we were,  a part of it all,  I in my T-shirt and boxers,  Love in her robe,  smiling at one another,

Sunlight in our hearts and in the eyes of our children.

Monday, December 02, 2013

Love's Embrace

Forget now the deeds done, all the words said
Time to brush teeth and digest the day's bread
Don once more the clown like clothing
Give into gravity tired bodies groaning
Fidget about lights and tiny cares
Whisper Scriptures, speak quiet prayers

Cold night warm bed
Lay beside the one I wed
Gentle breath, heart thats giving
Reminds one now that life's worth living
Kindness there in love's embrace
Soft the utterings of heaven's grace
Then plunder slumber in sleep's chamber
There the soul to unencumber
Swiftly sort and sweep away
Cares and reasonings of past day
Shadows, shades, memories, ghosts
Dragons, bears, tigers, boasts
Fears, tears, hoping visions
Family, friends, not forgotten
Falling, flying, floating skies
Stars upon the flowing midnights
Turn and churn within the clouds
Misty frosts, life's lovings crowd
Planning, machinations, scheming
The mind brings forth in crazy dreaming
Confused images of silly stages
Tug on covers each engages
Falling down back into bed
Reaching out in the darkened stead
Safe harbor from wind and storm
Silent wisdom enraptured forms
Stay until the dawn arise
Fix thereon the souls bright eyes
The Eternal One restores each soul
Thank You G-d, shuffling to the goal
Fuzzy clarity innocent warning
Calling out to each good morning

Spirit, breakfast, shower, soap and face
Clothing, coffee, tea, and off to race
Now again with sleep unfurled
Carry we this comfort into the world
Each on pace to his or her busied place

Within cups overflowing FROM love's embrace

Thursday, November 14, 2013

The Grand Design

The grand design it snow blinds
Great life travels on and unwinds
The powers commanded failing
Exasperations of the future flailing
Nuclear Fires fanning
Quantum leaps spanning
Waves come in with foam
Out roaring again they go
But the staircase seems to get sharper
With each step ever cutting steeper
Ticking tells the fierce lion sleep
His place gives way to timid sheep
Flowers bloom and petals fall
Winged ones fail the ear to call
Appetite like the moon wanes away
Little fears fill the night and day
Morning prayers weakly spoken
Dreams inside the night awaken
Forgotten childhood's loving lost
Longing family feelings past
Mighty steed slows down his pace
Mane grows grey, to pasture race
Garden blooms lie down their bed
Once fecund, now their leaves to shed
Who can tell the wind not to blow
The colder north no frost to show
Sooner stop the world from turning
Better stop the fish from swimming
The breath comes in and turns about
Heart marches on with legs once stout
Climb the way of snowcapped mountain
Flow against the river boatman
Each step is heavier on the path
The knife cuts an ever duller swath
Fuzzy fellows in the trees
Past the point where vision sees
Comes along the misty mind
Shady weeping willow kind
Lazy Political and spiritual reflections
Gone the hard chinese elections
Tired limbs pull on the sleigh
Comforting is the setting day
Little ones now all grown up
Testing lessons, jewels yet rough
Weaker hands fold and pray
More's the cost, Less the pay
Set about in and out
Meaningless to fight and shout
No time to listen less to care
All that's left is love to share.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

The Well

The hollow self came off the shelf      
Hidden away till season and day
Trade their grace for cold embrace
Unhappy is the way to good that has waned
Weak is the arm of one who is stained
A misshapen heart drags down thistles and pain
O thirsty soul tis water that refreshes
Deep down below the watercresses
To the walls beating of empty caresses
Into the well traveling there to make a splash
Rounding walls closing in make sunbeams flash
Can't stay there, can't say where, damp moss is balderdash
Once inside, the eyes, they lied, as the price was just too high
To winter in the unseen water no matter what to justify
Then came spiraling the sickening water snake
To steal what wasn't his, having been denied pond or lake
But voices from beyond the well sighed and cried
In they fell like knives, hit their mark and cut him up alive
That dank sound fell silent in the round
Then quiet drew away as something else was shown
There the water drank it up, filled in the bucket cup
It catapulted this floater with cap to the top

The well of that which is good does not run dry
Living water lifts high to beloved hope drawing nigh
Coming home to fire warm, and cheery eyes of lives inside
Once again, despair, the wilted orchid lies dead outside

Monday, November 04, 2013

Shut up the Skies

Where are the mighty men of old
Who shut up the skies so that the rains cannot come
The strong ones who burst the locks and chains
Of gloom in the hidden places
Who will heal the eyes of the feeble
That they may once again look upon fair Helena
What physician can heal the sick at heart
I hide away like Job from the stormy seas
Deep in the belly of the ship
For it comes upon me like the Dark clouds
Without reason or explanation, a howling wind
Slapping the face of thankfulness
Blotting out the Sun of all that is precious and dear
Where shall one go to get away
What potion is there that will relieve meaningless anguish
Floods and torrents without foundation
Whose hollow speeches threaten to carry off our very soul
So I leapt into the jaws of the great sea creature
There I sank ever downward toward my rest
Yet the thing of sadness followed me there
So I wept even while under the shroud of sleep
Even there did I toil on pillow and shake inside
I came to the surface of the waters many times
Only to drop once again like a struggling stone
And the hail fell and the torrent poured
Filling up the earth's mouth till it was refreshed
Only then did this one rise again well enough
Rehearsing for another day
When Perfect Strength shall set us free
And nary a dark day ever dawn

Friday, November 01, 2013

The Blues and Autumn

Autumn came, and with it came the blues
Money trouble arrived with the cold wind
Finances blew away like the turning leaves
My mind and heart become grey with the skies
Mice and traps share my attic space
They conspire with sour stomach and restless shades
To keep me awake at 3 bells
So I take a pepcid and shuffle out of the bedroom
and down the dark hall to the kitchen
There I have a tea and read the scriptures
These become my blanket and I pray
I pray for life, family, sick, government and religious leaders
I pray for people to turn toward G-d and
remember compassion once again
Sigh, sleep will come again friend
Like magic, the Fall brings back old voices, new fears
The cold doesn't wait for night it comes by afternoon
It makes me thankful that there is greater reason for hope
Than what my eyes see, my ears hear and my hands can grasp
The feelings puff up my insides and threaten my eyes with tears
Thank G-d they don't come to fill up my furrowed brow
Like irrigation canals crossing this fallow field
Still that child who longs for the family time and tide of youth
Can find solace in the white and quiet of the biting snow moon
In that place, people and time are slowed
Down to timeless crystalline stillness
Warmth then has time to return to the heart
Like cognac after a warm embrace or handshake
Perhaps just a smile from a stranger, a kiss from a friend
Or a whiskey poured down the throat whilst fishing on an ice lake
My father's voice comes back to me, now like a flake of falling snow
Always carry a little change in your pocket for the stranger
A little compassion, a little compassion
The past and the present come together in Autumn
Do we cry for the present, are we sentimental about the past?
Or do they come to prepare, to make us mindful of the unseen, pristine,
Glowing diamond ship moving on oceans black?
There to fly the longest journey 'cross silent starlit sky
Sleep will come again my friend, sleep will come
In winter's brightest solitary night
Toward Affection's ultimate day.


Monday, September 30, 2013

Thoughts of You

Jasmine petals
Thoughts of you

Midnight dew
Days renew
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you

Midday waves
Crashing down
Leaves of brown
Hot cracked summer ground
Thoughts of you

Lonely rose
Fragrance spend
Bee upon the diadem
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you

Sounds of traffic
Rolling by
Heart that tracks
Across the sky
Thoughts of you

Sighs and Smiles
Days pretend
To forget
A tender hand
Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you

Nights shine dull
Moon in vain
Sleep undone
Must rise again
To thoughts of you

Tasteless food
Careless wind
Seasons end
Then begin
Without you

Stark space
Empty chair
Cool dry
Autumn air

Little wings
Flutter by
Voices sing
Away on high

Soaring through
Blue expanse
Seeking there
Love's advance
Roaring clouds...
and you perchance

Thoughts of you
Thoughts of you
Only you
Only thoughts
Of you

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Where Fowl is Fair and a Hound's to Wonder

It’s a Woman's club Cluck, cluck, cluck
It’s a Woman’s club gobble gobble gobble
It’s a Woman's club chirp chirp chirp
Its for the the birds
How on earth did I wander in
How did I come to begin
I feel a little like Rin Tin Tin
Now it feels just like a sin
Bark bark bark bark bark bark
Stumbling through a henhouse in the dark

It’s a Woman's world cluck cluck cluck
It's a Woman's world gobble gobble gobble
It’s a Woman's world chirp chirp chirp
Its for the birds
Where a man ‘s ascribed with voiceless guilt
Hounding the hound, like a longhair shirt
To wag a tale in the dirt Bark Bark Bark
Were Mr. Rodgers eats milktoast
Where members run from shadows and ghosts
Where fowl is fair,  only the effeminate boasts

When the chickenhawks fold
And the kanines blunder
Shot down from the skies
Chained in yard and torn asunder
Anything is possible in this brave new world 
Where Fowl is fair and a hound's to wonder

How shall one then fail to turn away
To live and bark another day
Take up the sword and save the day
Find the passage in the maze
Avoid the mines in the craze
Walk through the door and on his way
Gaze with high regard for fairer sex
Maintain his place as noble rex

Cats meow, horses neigh, hens will chase chicken feed
Oh me, Oh boy, oh my, birds must flap and chirp and fly
In the wonder, no reason why,  just to pause, only to sigh
For a dog becomes a pest of a guest
When he makes his den in a birdsnest
Cluck cluck cluck, gobble gobble gobble, chirp chirp chirp
Bark bark bark bark, bark bark bark
Cooked Goose, Roast Duck, hot dog!


Tuesday, May 07, 2013

I Was There

I was there, but could not stay
There, but my mind wandered far away
Away from the overtones and undertones
Buffeted along the way by grave objectives and vapid directives
The meeting's voices now like vast and distant moans
And deep within there were groans, a longing to be free
Free from bleeding away bits of a soul, free from bitter carrot's lure
With each lopsided pledge to taskmasters, in each bloody signature
Away from this empty caricature and towering condescension
Gone sleep-like in a bed of the mind's wandering suspension

Littered is the landscape with houses once walked through
Forgotten are the candy wrappers of past conversations that I knew
Faces of little ones with questioning looks, then chirping fly each on high
Hi, hello, somewhere below, friends pass by with eyes full of love you
By and by with laughing sigh, I to, stretch up and fill the marshmallowed sky
Trees in the breeze so elegant to behold, dancing, whispering
Whistling secrets that cannot be told, caressing and addressing
Their care for one another, and the flowers call out a blessing

The wind's wailing speaks of a way that waxes above the mundane
While below lies the common train,  marching on dutifully till all is drained
The breath of life in everyone can see what is not expressed
From poverty, sleepiness or pained of hearts' distressed
But, turning that night into day, the universe spins as if to say
Let you not be troubled, employ your hand to care and bread
Love one another, be not afraid little ones, is this not what
The messengers that dwell above the stars have said?

Bits and pieces ebb away, though others may choose to stay
Shaking off garments of day, sparks released like mighty waves
Altogether, the old ones say, we like the leaves fly away
Off to join the dust and dew, where all creation is made new
In the heat of pulsar fire, cast about within the great light
There to sing, there to shout,  there to praise, in delight
Embedded in a cloud of voices, with countless countenances
In the heavens to enjoy, announcing love, growing bright
I was there, but could not stay, what it is, I can not say
Till the smallness of things and ambiguities grey,
Announce rainbow stained horizons, radiant in array.

Friday, May 03, 2013

The Skunk



The skunk
Came by at 4:am
To putrefy
And stupefy
To cause my
Sleeping sky
To fall down
Utterly on me
I couldn't breath,
Because this
Country beast
Had been brought
To my city
And brother,
Oh my L-rd,
Does he smell
Even now,
Oh so very #$%&*
Being considerate
Of animals and
Feeling so hot
This one wishes
He could prepare
The little Peppe
A breakfast of
Black barreled buckshot
Traveling to
The other side
Of the house
Did not help
We'd been attacked
and Bombed
By this little welp
Though unseen and
Black as night,
He makes his presence
Felt alright
Oh dear G-d
Take this one away,
Along with
His Offensive
Olfactory quandary    
Drop him along side
The fishes Beneath
The Unknowing
Waves of sea
That sleep
Might once again
Rain down on me
Morning's florid
Fragrant pungency
And forget this
Buggers spray.