Monday, January 22, 2018

Firebird's Flamenco


The curtain was black
The artists’ clothing black
Black was the night outside
In the darkened theater 
For what seemed an eternity
Then came the leviathan
Swimming steadily toward the surface
Through the ages of time and
Within the souls of each gathered there
As she broke through the waters
The sky fell in a red wall of pain
Wailing, the gypsy woman’s voice cried out
Again and again riding upon mighty waves
Outside the leaves in the trees trembled 
No word dared speak
No sound showed itself
So the spell began
A people had danced 
On the edge of sword and flame
Now one of those wanderers
Danced before the hungry eyes
Of all who huddled together 
For the comfort of something lost
There rising up from the ashes 
Then settling down again and again
Alighted the Firebird
Fierce and proud was her beauty
Noble was her every movement
Attacking and feigning
Sailing, swooping, striking
Stretching up to her sisters the stars
Moving to the rhythm of ancient melodies 
The guitars strummed and 
Picked out each note with excellence
The singers voices sang on 
Like a tempest of swirling emotion
Carrying all of our spirits with them  
Along the course of the starry heavens
Together with the moon 
They stirred the many waters
Given power from the sun 
They penetrated every beating heart
Restless the caravan again moved on
Like Bedouins heavy laden with memories
To a land peopled with bazaars and silk
Overflowing with Jasmine and saffron
Tea, rosewater, bright red poppies and poetry
Rising up in the smokers contemplations
Hopes and dreams climbed and fell 
With the waves of heat like a mirage
Hardships and persecution came
With riches, sweetness, children and tradition
But when oppression spilled over
Against her people
Like ink upon the parchment 
The Firebird fierce as she was 
Could shelter their souls 
Like chics within her wings,
For only a few dynamic moments
Great and powerful was her magic, 
Spreading out 
In graceful complexity 
In each step
Every challenge, 
Every regal pirouette
Commanding head cock
Noble bearing and generous gesture
Powerful and loving
But this handsome people
Flowed like a river 
Winding and cutting across the land, 
A majestic life force
As free and indomitable
As the Flamenco’s fire of red and black
A people that could not be counted 
A generation that could not be imagined 
Nor could their spark be contained
So the Firebird in her great wisdom
Summoned that most monstrous of sea creatures
The Behemoth , commanding that he 
Swallow up the vast stream of souls, and
Carry them far away to a place in the sun
Where they might live and prosper once more
The majestic and glorious Firebird 
Having accomplished her mission 
Bridled and harnessed the winds
Flying away with mighty strokes of her powerful wings
Radiant and triumphant
Over the curvature of the earth and sky
Through the suns rays and clouds above 
Until she reached the mountains of red clay
That place of old 
Where she and her children had once dwelled
But had long ago been cast out of 
There the Firebird touched down
The people dressed in black 
Pierced the silence 
Filling the earth once more
With their enchanted music 
The gypsies held each heart hostage 
A prisoner to the rich 
Undulating palpitations
Of their songs and words
Locking in our very being for a time
While the Firebird allowed her self
To unfold her magnificent wings
Dancing, strolling, strutting about 
Stepping, spinning, posturing
Freezing still, statuesque 
Gently moving, slowing time
Transforming herself into 
A beautiful rainbow plumed peacock
In order that she might now 
Express with exuberance 
The Joy and pleasure 
She had in the knowledge 
That her people were safe
The Firebird exalted 
In the pride of sharing 
The mosaic of their story
The artists in black played
Out of the black their voices sang
The curtain was black, and 
Black was the night outside
Inside the darkened theater
For what seemed an eternity
Then, the Lights came up
With them the audience also
At once on their feet
Overflowing in emotions 
Erupting with shouts and hands clapping 
The Midwives together with the Firebird 
Had labored feverishly and a child had been birthed
Arm in arm they danced and sang a little more
Once again the crowd stood up as one celebrating 
Bursting with happiness and wonder  
Swept up in the experience of the moment
While quietly hidden away
Intertwined with their effusive expression
Somewhere within themselves, 
In the inner chambers of being,
They also wept, having taken hold of
The scarlet ribbon of the Firebird’s Flamenco 
Leading back to the past
Remembering the rivers of Babylon 
Running deep
Beneath the myriad blessings and pleasantness

Of this present season. 

Brava, Bravo - Leilah Broukhim and fellow Flamenco artists

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

An Imperfect Trust

An Imperfect trust 
Like a broken window
Lay shattered by the stones of worry

Landing against the mind’s eye
The storms came and the rain fell
And Like a frightened child 

Stumbling and crying out for help
I saw the man fall 
Only to land in the hand of Love

A turning Autumn leaf , red and orange
Upon the calm of rippling water
Then a soothing voice called out - float

Float - you are accepted - be at peace 
Covered in this blanket of healing balm

Once again a soul is comforted

Monday, January 08, 2018

The Universe Unfolding

The past lay smoldering, moldering
A voice was then emboldened to speak

The Universe unfolding
Upon the event horizon
Threatening arrows flying

The Apostrophe standing silent
Waiting, watching, shimmering
On the surface of the moment

Then the HAND holding the rose

COMMANDED

Sending radiant buzzing Stars proclaiming…

VICTORY UNCEASING

and

Majestic spinning Planets singing…

PRAISES UNENDING

Blazing peals of fiery light
O oceans of fluorescing colors
Resplendent shades of time

On the still roar of all whispers
Creation in cataclysmic kaleidoscope
In Clouds above the waters Shouting…

THANKSGIVING

Resounding, heralding, expanding
Throughout the cresting arc of Heaven
Beauteous awe of lightening flashing

Among the pearly body of softly flowing rain
Riding upon the white horse of fury
Sapphire glow, round burning golden bronze

IS THE OMEGA OF PEACE APPEARING

The Blossom of eternal spring 
Dawning light of a new day without end
Death and Darkness melting away destroyed 

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY IS ONE HOLDING THE ROSE

On a flying scroll was written
Ascribe all Honor and Glory to the ONE
Who reveals the Tree of Life
Who makes Healing a river unto the nations
Who causes Faith and Hope to endure
Who's Wisdom dwells enflamed
In the all consuming fire of HIS LOVE

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Good Enough


I jumped the hedges, but not high enough

I ran the miles, but never fast enough

My muscles grew but not large enough

I played the piano but never well enough

I won the scholarship but not important enough

I spun the tale but not grand enough

I got off the tread mill but not long enough

So I studied but not hard enough

I acted and performed but no one cared

And the masses trudged on 

I sang with the orchestra no one listened

I became a man of letters, it mattered not

I struck up a deal but it was concealed

I fought with evil and God prevailed

I bled away but the world looked on 

I gave my best, but it was not good enough

Never, never, was it good enough

But before there was nothing left


I found love and that was good enough.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Wish It Were So - with audio

When I was a boy so little and so young
Mama taught me many songs that I still hum
Lots of funny tunes that we had sung
Telling tales of many journeys begun

About Rip van Winkle and  ESOPs fables
Three cornered hats and schnitzel tables
Mother Goose fairies’ gold would spin
And stories from Brothers Grimm

Well I’d let out a sneeze and the birds in the trees
Would fly and float down on the breeze
Then they’d sit right here upon my knees
And we’d whistle out sweet melodies

About flying in the heavens over deep blue seas
Then they’d tell me ‘bout the beautiful things that they see
The secrets of  the flowers and the buzzing of the bees
And the mysterious whispering breeze

Don’t you know I wish it were so
Don’t you know I wish it were so
All the colorful pictures
The princesses and witches
Don’t you know I wish it were so

We would sail the oceans blue and true
We would climb the mountains me and you
Love would fill our young hearts with the sun
And we would have nothing but fun

Well the dwarves would scare the little snitches
Who got too big for their bright red britches
Then we'd go outside and make angels in the snow
Don’t you know I wish it were so

There'd be Houses made of cake and candy
Lots of Boys and girls dressed so dandy
Warm cookies in the kitchen
And Huck Fin is gone a fishin
Don’t you know I wish it were so

Dancing in the pouring rain
Floatin paper boats down the storm drain
Our days were played in song and dream 
Don’t you know I wish it were so!


Don’t you know I wish it were so
Don’t you know I wish it were so
All the colorful pictures
The princesses and witches
Don’t you know I wish it were so

We would sail the oceans blue and true
We would climb the mountains me and you
Love would fill our young hearts with the sun
And we would have nothing but fun

Friday, December 08, 2017

The Fires Came

The fires came in hours and days consuming all within their way
Bougainvilleas of burning flowers spread terror across the hilly tapestry
As moist eyes and beating hearts packed a knapsack getaway

The firemen flew high above and dropped the chemicals down
An orange wall of smoke descended and crept over the land with its dirty gown
Soot in snowflakes clothing mingled with the air as it floated to the ground

The wildlife and the once green life cried to the heavens for help
Flashing police vehicles called for safety and warned of danger’s stealth
Electronic voices called out alarm and alerts concerning air quality and health

In every direction conflagration, dark clouds, blackened earth, glowing preen
Communities and families connected in love, keeping an eye on the unseen
The stream blustered and blistered, ebbed and flowed, destroying the dream

Suddenly quietly the wind tired and calmed down and fled away to sleep a spell
All souls searched the expanse of the deep, a geyser of emotions rose and fell
What would be the outcome, would there be a way home, none could tell

Then news came that one fire was out, even as others scattered about and enraged the several distant horizons
5%, 10% contained the voice spoke, as on the mountains smoke loomed in ominous plumes teetering toward town and citizens
Like dinosaurs from a Japanese movie or escapees from magic lamps in the forms of rising genies and jins

Darkness came and came again the winds accusing of sins, the peoples whispered breathless prayers from their beds
O God if you will let the wind be still, the fires put out, but in the distance called out dancing wavy golds and reds
Light broke again upon the scene, some rose to joy, others to glean what could be salvaged from the ravaged homesteads

Tears fell and the old ones shook their heads, they said: I don’t know what I’m going to do
Hearts melted away with lives and memories, sympathy and destiny to pursue
The earth ached longing to be free of the hot angry passion that scourged it's back black and blue

The mind was driven away back to it's recesses, accessing places, foraging in the past
Away from school and work regressed, abscessed into various stages of the looking glass
Playing and escaping the charging glowering gas, turning away in fear, exhaustion and collapse

As the week progressed one did not watch or assess the news knowing of the sadness it would bring down
Those who died and of those who lived, of lands burned, raped and pillaged with only more to come
It was as crazy as a week could be, as scary as it could feel,  people were happy to be alive and at home
Grateful to all who save and rescue, Thank you, God bless you, while grieving all those who are gone.

Santa Ana, Santa Ana you wear a red bandana
Santa Ana, Santa Ana put away your sword and cannon
Give the land a rest from the violence of your caress

Santa Ana, Santa Ana you wear a red bandana
Santa Ana, Santa Ana with a burning horde behind you
Give the peoples respite from the pain that you inflict

Promise now to leave us
Take away your curse

Without death's violent cost
Without without his ruddy kiss

Promise now to leave us


Take away your curse

Santa Ana, Santa Ana your hair is full of ire
Santa Ana, Santa Ana calm your anger, let it tire
May God bring winter rains upon us, the land to cleanse and bless.

Friday, December 01, 2017

Turn Again Toward Friday

I turn again toward Friday in lesson-ing turns
Turn again toward Friday of diminishing returns
To plow hard in the morning and then in-joy staying up late
And doing things again because again I forget
Then slumbering deeply with no, or little regrets

Yes I lean in toward Friday as the night draws near
Look into the blackness of the future almost here
Nursing and praying over hopes, plans and fears
Will Friday come again with laughter and tears

And my soul ’tis drawn along irresistibly thus
Along the pathway of banquets or dry stones and such
It is then I think on the mighty men of old
Who’s hearts dried up and like the rocks grew cold
But me fair mother n burly loving dad gave me aught to hold

That which gives flesh life and eyes a kind of blindness
To see past the world and all of its unkindness
Toward the glory of that which is yet to come
As I roll the road to Friday in the crowd of mother’s sons

Here comes Friday with love and successes
Long loving kisses and gentle caresses
But gone she goes again with the wind in her tresses
And where the sun shown the moments are gone
Weekend days of rest, family, chores, do best
Monday’s test to peck like birds and build the nest

Sailors in the seas, churning at the mirage of Friday’s behest