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The birds fly toward the sunset
When they return I know not
I asked for a sign
From the One on high
I found then the place
Where the Peregrine slept
That prince of freedom
That traversed the
Sunrise heavens
Beyond the peak of day
Lay broken now
In the bushy green shadows
His lifeless talons
Still clutching the tender branch
As if at life to hold
The splendor of his royal coat
Remained undiminished
As was his glorious winged form
So, I buried him
My daughter marked his grave
Beyond the estates and gardens
Not less than 3 loved ones
Flew away
Each one
Greater than most
Each sweetly fruitful
So this is the message then,
Even the greatest among us
Those that we wish to emulate,
Are plucked from the stock,
Tree, bush, field and vine
We to then,
Who, either lowly in visage,
Or climbing to the stars,
Will be harvested
When ripe and
No amount of mourning,
Ceremony or memorial
Can make clear the eroding,
Extinguished life
Save that which is
Eternal and unknowable
At this time
The only certainty
This proclamation brings
Is that with every rising sun
Many countless stars
Drift beyond
Our gravity and view
Until we are invited
And taken in
To shine
In that community
Of the unseen
Forevermore.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Sleeping in the Clouds - with audio
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Melting, melting
In and out of sleep
Like a rock thrown
Into the slow and deep
Like the pebbles
Back down
The mountainside
On a silent Harley
Blue Electra Glide
Up and down the
Slow motion scene
Thoughts and Whispers
In my head careen
Till the buttery bumpy
Jet engines scream
The G forces
Press my mind
Like soft rubber
Ice cream
Slinky neck
And brow so low
Floating into
The eye of blue
Cold air hangs about
All to cover
Like frozen dew
Then scratching over
My consciousness
Comes the tin can voice
Of aft attending stewardess
Thus the Time is traced
By the dull yawning roar
Speed and splendor embraces
Ethereal snow drifts
Blowing cotton Graces
So turn me now
Like a New York
Spinning door
Hold my soul
As my spirit soars
In the mist, thoughts
Lay on the floor
While In my fist
Lies the grist
Of this
Sleepy
Awakening.
Melting, melting
In and out of sleep
Like a rock thrown
Into the slow and deep
Like the pebbles
Back down
The mountainside
On a silent Harley
Blue Electra Glide
Up and down the
Slow motion scene
Thoughts and Whispers
In my head careen
Till the buttery bumpy
Jet engines scream
The G forces
Press my mind
Like soft rubber
Ice cream
Slinky neck
And brow so low
Floating into
The eye of blue
Cold air hangs about
All to cover
Like frozen dew
Then scratching over
My consciousness
Comes the tin can voice
Of aft attending stewardess
Thus the Time is traced
By the dull yawning roar
Speed and splendor embraces
Ethereal snow drifts
Blowing cotton Graces
So turn me now
Like a New York
Spinning door
Hold my soul
As my spirit soars
In the mist, thoughts
Lay on the floor
While In my fist
Lies the grist
Of this
Sleepy
Awakening.
On Family - with audio
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I would steer my ship on board the prow
With that woman who has grasped my soul
Took what I offered and gave me children
Rather than bath in the seas
Of uncontrolled stormy wanderings
To desolate places of isolation
Entertaining and sustaining loneliness
She reached from beyond my place
Plucked me up to maturity in
Safe harbor where the world could wear off
In that solemn peace
I found awareness
With greater warmth
Of connected-ness
Moored to those
Who teach something greater
The giving of oneself for mate and kinderlas (children)
O how is it that this tired selfish one is so blest
Only God Himself knows
But in your arms and
By your side I am healed
My breath I take from gazing
Upon the smiles of my children
The stars in their eyes cause my heart to beat
How has this dream become my life
Many thanks offers one
Whose words cannot match the task
Of uttering such to the Holder of all things.
I would steer my ship on board the prow
With that woman who has grasped my soul
Took what I offered and gave me children
Rather than bath in the seas
Of uncontrolled stormy wanderings
To desolate places of isolation
Entertaining and sustaining loneliness
She reached from beyond my place
Plucked me up to maturity in
Safe harbor where the world could wear off
In that solemn peace
I found awareness
With greater warmth
Of connected-ness
Moored to those
Who teach something greater
The giving of oneself for mate and kinderlas (children)
O how is it that this tired selfish one is so blest
Only God Himself knows
But in your arms and
By your side I am healed
My breath I take from gazing
Upon the smiles of my children
The stars in their eyes cause my heart to beat
How has this dream become my life
Many thanks offers one
Whose words cannot match the task
Of uttering such to the Holder of all things.
Opera - with audio
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There comes next the steady roar of the great falls within
Seldom seen, seldom engaged these days
That underground river, from the aquifer of creativity
A force from which I came and to where I go
Until that day there is a shadow of such
Here in this life, most wondrous of opiates
That bathes the soul and takes it to the heights of Orion's country
Then plunges down through the fiery earth's core
In the sun's flares and the ocean's green and blue depths
You are loved, constellation of this constitution frail
To you many visit and are captured all in all
By your flames, heroes live and die in the heat
Then carried with the vapors, we rise again
With wings that do not wear out or fail
Even while in the bonds of fleshy sanguine clay
What can vanquish you that plays the human soul
With your caressing torrent of sound, song, colors, lights, blood and emotion
Leviathan, Gaudy Beast, Opera is the wrong name for thee
For you are not the stilted thing that some suppose
By those sleepy authorities who propagate your Via dell'Amore
Resounding with the force of life in the deepest heart of man
Your name can only be uttered in dreams and cannot be recalled in waking
A Lunar whisper from behind the Northern Lights
To call us back to the creation of all things, raw and untamed
'Til the spinning pulsars cast the soul back at speed of light to ourselves once more.
note:
This Opera thing, must surely be some foretaste of a glory
Yet to be revealed and beyond the realm of the known cosmos.
When I first heard Luciano Pavarotti, and Leontyne Price,
I thought heaven must have opened and I was hearing the voice of angels
come down upon lowly humans.
There comes next the steady roar of the great falls within
Seldom seen, seldom engaged these days
That underground river, from the aquifer of creativity
A force from which I came and to where I go
Until that day there is a shadow of such
Here in this life, most wondrous of opiates
That bathes the soul and takes it to the heights of Orion's country
Then plunges down through the fiery earth's core
In the sun's flares and the ocean's green and blue depths
You are loved, constellation of this constitution frail
To you many visit and are captured all in all
By your flames, heroes live and die in the heat
Then carried with the vapors, we rise again
With wings that do not wear out or fail
Even while in the bonds of fleshy sanguine clay
What can vanquish you that plays the human soul
With your caressing torrent of sound, song, colors, lights, blood and emotion
Leviathan, Gaudy Beast, Opera is the wrong name for thee
For you are not the stilted thing that some suppose
By those sleepy authorities who propagate your Via dell'Amore
Resounding with the force of life in the deepest heart of man
Your name can only be uttered in dreams and cannot be recalled in waking
A Lunar whisper from behind the Northern Lights
To call us back to the creation of all things, raw and untamed
'Til the spinning pulsars cast the soul back at speed of light to ourselves once more.
note:
This Opera thing, must surely be some foretaste of a glory
Yet to be revealed and beyond the realm of the known cosmos.
When I first heard Luciano Pavarotti, and Leontyne Price,
I thought heaven must have opened and I was hearing the voice of angels
come down upon lowly humans.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Vegas - with audio
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The drumbeat of lights
Hit upon the hearts
Of all who swam
Through the sea
Of turbulent sensation
Ping, Pop, Bing,
Ring, Tatatatatatatatatat!
The sounds like waves above
Pressed down
Then ebbed away
In a steady rhythm of tides
The smokey zeitgeist
Waded in and swirled
To flow within every breath
In pale inky silence
While each sensual statement
Expressed in procession
A play for passion
The Statues ached and cracked
As they blindly drank in the show
Naked and unfeeling like lost souls
While the crowds alternately
Bled and wept in tormented ecstasy
Or collapsed in brokenness and dejection
As in ancient times,
The spirit of forgotten Rome
Galloping, and cavorting now
Along this ocean-less shore
Draws in the wayward hordes
To give us milk and nourishment
From wolves boasting the breasts of a goddess
Like Romulus and Remus
At Lupa Capitolina
Only to cast them off again
After the games and revelry
To make war and plunder
Fountains of coins clanged
As they showered down
Like little metal birds
Pudda ping, pudda ping ping, ping ping, ping ping ping
Filling unholy grails
Fabric gold, satin dress
A plunging back line
Like an Athenian Arch
Eyes crawl down along
A neck fine and rare
To a vanishing point
Dark and unrelenting
There many dreams
Have found their rest
From the vaulted brush beaten sky
Ancient pillagers looked down
Upon reflections in a polished marbled plain
Those of the caught up,
And of those calling out
Lions, Warriors, Senators,
Caesars, Victims, Martyrs all
Till another, and another
Should fill the eyes and soul
Again and Again
Along the Appian Way
Like an overwhelming fountain
Upon an endless thirst
Aqueducts overflowing
Candied lips, dazzling eyes
A turn of the hip, A stab of a heel
So fair a skin, So keen the smile
Rounding away on a beautiful thigh
Coming back once again
O Those generous seekers
A shoulder bared
To catch a sigh
For the gaze of a Venus
Atop a sculpture of cream
Beneath the flowing flax
To the curves clinging well
Of all that ripples
Breathing in the night
Here, is capital gotten,
Stolen, spent and lost
In the wealth, and hearth
Hounds, and snares
Cats and cops
Politicians and kings
Perspiring, and expiring
Here, in the crowd,
A wash of humanity
Cries out veni vidi vici!
While asking, E tu, Brute?
There, in the fangs of hunger
Lay the hind and the prey
Bathing, Sinning, smiling
Laughing, living, blooming Moon
Waxing, waining, dying twightlight
Sweltering, melting asphalt Sun
Crying, loving, lusting
A Bloody city, a Cathedral
Of Angels and Demons
Of the Living, and the Dead
Of the lost, at once -
Exalted and Lifted high
Or Beaten and Cast aside
Set up and knocked down
A Great Unholy Host
The Intoxication
Of Vegas.
The drumbeat of lights
Hit upon the hearts
Of all who swam
Through the sea
Of turbulent sensation
Ping, Pop, Bing,
Ring, Tatatatatatatatatat!
The sounds like waves above
Pressed down
Then ebbed away
In a steady rhythm of tides
The smokey zeitgeist
Waded in and swirled
To flow within every breath
In pale inky silence
While each sensual statement
Expressed in procession
A play for passion
The Statues ached and cracked
As they blindly drank in the show
Naked and unfeeling like lost souls
While the crowds alternately
Bled and wept in tormented ecstasy
Or collapsed in brokenness and dejection
As in ancient times,
The spirit of forgotten Rome
Galloping, and cavorting now
Along this ocean-less shore
Draws in the wayward hordes
To give us milk and nourishment
From wolves boasting the breasts of a goddess
Like Romulus and Remus
At Lupa Capitolina
Only to cast them off again
After the games and revelry
To make war and plunder
Fountains of coins clanged
As they showered down
Like little metal birds
Pudda ping, pudda ping ping, ping ping, ping ping ping
Filling unholy grails
Fabric gold, satin dress
A plunging back line
Like an Athenian Arch
Eyes crawl down along
A neck fine and rare
To a vanishing point
Dark and unrelenting
There many dreams
Have found their rest
From the vaulted brush beaten sky
Ancient pillagers looked down
Upon reflections in a polished marbled plain
Those of the caught up,
And of those calling out
Lions, Warriors, Senators,
Caesars, Victims, Martyrs all
Till another, and another
Should fill the eyes and soul
Again and Again
Along the Appian Way
Like an overwhelming fountain
Upon an endless thirst
Aqueducts overflowing
Candied lips, dazzling eyes
A turn of the hip, A stab of a heel
So fair a skin, So keen the smile
Rounding away on a beautiful thigh
Coming back once again
O Those generous seekers
A shoulder bared
To catch a sigh
For the gaze of a Venus
Atop a sculpture of cream
Beneath the flowing flax
To the curves clinging well
Of all that ripples
Breathing in the night
Here, is capital gotten,
Stolen, spent and lost
In the wealth, and hearth
Hounds, and snares
Cats and cops
Politicians and kings
Perspiring, and expiring
Here, in the crowd,
A wash of humanity
Cries out veni vidi vici!
While asking, E tu, Brute?
There, in the fangs of hunger
Lay the hind and the prey
Bathing, Sinning, smiling
Laughing, living, blooming Moon
Waxing, waining, dying twightlight
Sweltering, melting asphalt Sun
Crying, loving, lusting
A Bloody city, a Cathedral
Of Angels and Demons
Of the Living, and the Dead
Of the lost, at once -
Exalted and Lifted high
Or Beaten and Cast aside
Set up and knocked down
A Great Unholy Host
The Intoxication
Of Vegas.
My Old Norse Poem in Deutsch - with audio
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Ich reise, ich reise, und leben tragen
Aber ruhe finden ich nicht
I travel, I travel, live and bear
But rest I cannot find
Warum und wo geht das spöttische Geschrei der Raben fliegen
Why and where go the mocking cries of the raven
Wie kommt es, dass Krankheit , Gier und Tod sollte so laut,
So dreist und ohne Reue zu prahlen
How is that disease, greed and death should so loudly boast,
So brazenly and without repentance
Sie haben sich durch die das Schwerkraft,
Ein Horizont der Dunkelheit getäuscht worden .
They have been deceived by the force of gravity,
A horizon of darkness.
Aber keine Angst Kleinen sein Denn ich sage euch ein großer Tag steht vor der Tür
But be not afraid little ones, for I tell you a great day is coming.
Wann Die Himmel erschüttert werden
und das Universum wird wie ein Fanfaren Glocke schwingen,
kündigt eine neue Geburt , klingelt ein Erwachen
When the Heavens will be shaken
And the universe will resonate like a clarion bell,
Announcing a new birth, ringing an awakening
Wisst ihr nicht, der Tag der Freude?
Ja, ich wieder sagen, es kommt !
Wann alle Menschen frei sind.
Know you not, the day of joy?
Yes, I say again, it comes!
When all men are free.
Das werden wir im Meer der Sonne wohnen
Und in das morgenlicht
Unsere glucklich ewigkeit werden wir finden
Diese neue Tag ist heilig und Heilung
We will live in a sea of sun
And in the morning light
Our happy eternity we will see
This new day is holy and healing
Gesang inmitten der Engel und heiligen Wesen
Im Hause des Allmächtigen
Singing in the midst of angels and holy beings
In the house of the Almighty
Siehe, dann und dort , wie fortold wurde,
Hat unsere helle Morgenstern auf uns angestiegen
Behold, then and there, as was foretold,
Our Bright and Morning Star has risen upon us
Komm Messias, der Fürst
Mit ewigem Licht
So dass die Nacht und der Tod gebrochen werden!
Come Messiah the Prince
With Eternal Light
So night and death will broken!
Ich reise, ich reise, und leben tragen
Aber ruhe finden ich nicht
I travel, I travel, live and bear
But rest I cannot find
Warum und wo geht das spöttische Geschrei der Raben fliegen
Why and where go the mocking cries of the raven
Wie kommt es, dass Krankheit , Gier und Tod sollte so laut,
So dreist und ohne Reue zu prahlen
How is that disease, greed and death should so loudly boast,
So brazenly and without repentance
Sie haben sich durch die das Schwerkraft,
Ein Horizont der Dunkelheit getäuscht worden .
They have been deceived by the force of gravity,
A horizon of darkness.
Aber keine Angst Kleinen sein Denn ich sage euch ein großer Tag steht vor der Tür
But be not afraid little ones, for I tell you a great day is coming.
Wann Die Himmel erschüttert werden
und das Universum wird wie ein Fanfaren Glocke schwingen,
kündigt eine neue Geburt , klingelt ein Erwachen
When the Heavens will be shaken
And the universe will resonate like a clarion bell,
Announcing a new birth, ringing an awakening
Wisst ihr nicht, der Tag der Freude?
Ja, ich wieder sagen, es kommt !
Wann alle Menschen frei sind.
Know you not, the day of joy?
Yes, I say again, it comes!
When all men are free.
Das werden wir im Meer der Sonne wohnen
Und in das morgenlicht
Unsere glucklich ewigkeit werden wir finden
Diese neue Tag ist heilig und Heilung
We will live in a sea of sun
And in the morning light
Our happy eternity we will see
This new day is holy and healing
Gesang inmitten der Engel und heiligen Wesen
Im Hause des Allmächtigen
Singing in the midst of angels and holy beings
In the house of the Almighty
Siehe, dann und dort , wie fortold wurde,
Hat unsere helle Morgenstern auf uns angestiegen
Behold, then and there, as was foretold,
Our Bright and Morning Star has risen upon us
Komm Messias, der Fürst
Mit ewigem Licht
So dass die Nacht und der Tod gebrochen werden!
Come Messiah the Prince
With Eternal Light
So night and death will broken!
I travel, I travel, live and bear
But the rest I can not find
Why and where goes the mocking cries of the ravens flying
How is it that disease, greed and death should so loudly to boast, so brazenly and without repentance?
They have been deceived by the force of gravity, a horizon of darkness.
But be not afraid little ones, for I tell you a great day is coming
When the heavens will be shaken
And the universe resonates with a clarion bell,
Announcing a new birth, ringing an awakening
Know you not, the day of joy? Yes, I say again, it comes!
When all men are free.
We will live in a sea of sun
And in the morning light
Our happy eternity we will see
This new day is holy and healing
Singing in the midst of angels and holy beings
In the house of the Almighty
Behold, then and there, as was foretold, our Bright and Morning Star has risen upon us
Come Messiah the Prince
With eternal light
So that night and death will be broken!
Chicago Coffee Shop - with audio
audio link
They with the snow and winds
Knew not where the when began
At the Great Lake's northern shore
The ice had frozen over
But the sun shown through
Past the forward thoughts
Into the moment new
Voices lively fill the space
Of the traveler's eye
In this place a flush cheek
A guarded hand, a hidden glance
The conversation starts up again
What a very pleasant thing
Being asked to play the game
That winged thing will
Alight for sometimes and always
Sounded in the heart's deepest waters
In the dawning days and days gone before
Fish and Chips with one drink more
Palms touch and fingers clasp
A gush of words, no more than that
Japan, London, New York and Los Angeles
Rained down upon Chicago like wet snow
Focused through the prism of a precipitous view
Then rising like vapor and vanishing into the crowd
Spectators and travelers once more.
They with the snow and winds
Knew not where the when began
At the Great Lake's northern shore
The ice had frozen over
But the sun shown through
Past the forward thoughts
Into the moment new
Voices lively fill the space
Of the traveler's eye
In this place a flush cheek
A guarded hand, a hidden glance
The conversation starts up again
What a very pleasant thing
Being asked to play the game
That winged thing will
Alight for sometimes and always
Sounded in the heart's deepest waters
In the dawning days and days gone before
Fish and Chips with one drink more
Palms touch and fingers clasp
A gush of words, no more than that
Japan, London, New York and Los Angeles
Rained down upon Chicago like wet snow
Focused through the prism of a precipitous view
Then rising like vapor and vanishing into the crowd
Spectators and travelers once more.
Every 7th Day - with audio
audio link
Every 7th day
Every slumbering night
Turn the strong yellow sun
To the shimmer of starlight
The poet cannot tell
What lies beyond the stars
Every deep interior
Contains an uncertainty
That none can see
Of what it is
And what's to be
When we are not.
Every 7th day
Every slumbering night
Turn the strong yellow sun
To the shimmer of starlight
The poet cannot tell
What lies beyond the stars
Every deep interior
Contains an uncertainty
That none can see
Of what it is
And what's to be
When we are not.
Billionaire of Youth - with audio
audio link
Once there was a boy
So full of joy
On top of the world
He ran wild and free
A dragon was slain before breakfast
A princess would attend for tea
The world could be taken
For time needed no appointment
His sinews were supple
He was beautiful to behold
In his eyes shown the Universe
Birds spoke volumes of poetry
As they flew through the sky of his heart
Love was breath itself
No hand could arrest his soul
Remember when a blue sky revealed
What kind of beasts played there
In the churning satiny plumes -
Then rolling over in the dirt
To release a blasting steady stream
Of the scattering Dandy-lion's
Fuzzy white universe of stars
Time marched in the Foreign Legion
It's rifle salute did not dare
To trifle with the Robin's call
Nor could it blot out
The Cardinal's red coat
Each breath of air was
Sweet like Honey with
A child’s breast the comb
When yellow blooms of love
Clover and buttercups provided
Equal sensations of vibrant sun
The breeze played the strings upon his head
It caressed this neck and cheek
With a question for a slide
The boy played the seesawed game of childhood
He climbed each green apple tree
To find a pirate captain's treasure
A Robinhood, he snatched black ripened grapes
Of neighboring vines, and lustily consumed
The candied pleasures beneath their dusty coats
Then a dance sprung up from his legs
For the song of the moment
"Be off now
To every kind of game and
To every kind of friend"
He was a billionaire of youth
A prince in foreign lands
No one spoke a word that
That he sought to understand
Playing at what is learned
Taking what was free
Damming what is earned
He looked with pride upon his empire
But the seasons played and it burned
Time wrought loss and caused the boy to leave
Upon returning the boy saw
That he and the kingdom
Were no longer the same
For everything had changed
The empire of joy was robbed, plundered, gone
So the boy turned away
To adventure in far off lands
He needed to get away further and more often
On ever increasing journeys in search of life
He lived in and through other imaginings
Traveling onward with the four elements
Of earth, water, air and fire
Floating freely high upon entertainment
The boy swam in projects,
Goals and reams of schemes
The future became the present
The past followed in dreams
But much of the now was forever lost
The empire lay destroyed and
No one yet comes to call
There are none fascinated to listen
While shadows grow ever tall
So time bespoke an age of rest
Now moonlight's entrancing dances
Cause the gray sands to glisten
Dimly recalling fortunes now spent
The glory of what was, now lies in sleep
The green estates, succulent orchards and
Dreams of castled lands have been exchanged
For a desert's expanse of rainbow scatterings
With only one thing left for inheritance
This shell of a wind-tattered dusty tent.
The Horse's Ass - with audio
audio link
I tried to lead the horse
Like hard headed mule he led me
That thick souled spirit
Really acts the nag
I would run him on the mountains
Mingled among the mustangs and clouds
But he'd rather in the muddy wadis roam
Yet he carries me well enough and
Tramples on the serpent's head
Once he's had his fill of clover,
Open air, meadow, flower, stream
Only once broken does he do his master's bidding
Otherwise his backward glance condescends to offer
A bellicose Neigh above the thunderous gallop
Whereas I am left to choke on the dust
Laughing and cursing that which is quixotic,
Unbridled and an utterly human condition
Working out the process of balance
The struggle of life and character
Whether to tear at the wind
With the thoroughbreds,
Run with the stallions,
Pull the plow with the farmer,
Or quietly sit here like an ass.
I tried to lead the horse
Like hard headed mule he led me
That thick souled spirit
Really acts the nag
I would run him on the mountains
Mingled among the mustangs and clouds
But he'd rather in the muddy wadis roam
Yet he carries me well enough and
Tramples on the serpent's head
Once he's had his fill of clover,
Open air, meadow, flower, stream
Only once broken does he do his master's bidding
Otherwise his backward glance condescends to offer
A bellicose Neigh above the thunderous gallop
Whereas I am left to choke on the dust
Laughing and cursing that which is quixotic,
Unbridled and an utterly human condition
Working out the process of balance
The struggle of life and character
Whether to tear at the wind
With the thoroughbreds,
Run with the stallions,
Pull the plow with the farmer,
Or quietly sit here like an ass.
Wanting Wanderer - with audio
audio link
Long before I read the story of Abraham
I knew that I was a sojourner on this earth
Destined to wander but never finding rest
Seeking out the place to be
Like a crooked block tossed on
A symmetrical pegboard landscape
Both detached yet present
Never fully connected, drifting onward
Having the Love of the Creator
Placed in the center of an otherwise hollow self
My sun of gravity, the black hole of being
Thank God for mercy, lest I collapse inward
The crush of time's weight perhaps life's only refinement
Caught in a web of pedestrian life
I march forward like Pierre in War and Peace
Onward in the snowdrifts of falling years
All the while admiring the one who prays
"Lay me down like a stone, oh Lord
And raise me up like a loaf."
Desiring all that this fleeting life has to offer.
Long before I read the story of Abraham
I knew that I was a sojourner on this earth
Destined to wander but never finding rest
Seeking out the place to be
Like a crooked block tossed on
A symmetrical pegboard landscape
Both detached yet present
Never fully connected, drifting onward
Having the Love of the Creator
Placed in the center of an otherwise hollow self
My sun of gravity, the black hole of being
Thank God for mercy, lest I collapse inward
The crush of time's weight perhaps life's only refinement
Caught in a web of pedestrian life
I march forward like Pierre in War and Peace
Onward in the snowdrifts of falling years
All the while admiring the one who prays
"Lay me down like a stone, oh Lord
And raise me up like a loaf."
Desiring all that this fleeting life has to offer.
Inverted Reflections - with audio
audio link
Failed to be a man
Failed to understand
Failed to truly see
All that's needed
To make it be
So live in defeats of the day
Till comes the dawn of another way
When to see if he remain
In the kingdom of this domain
Or at least in a land of peers
Not of witless simple turning gears
Not the quiet panic in running sheilas
Nor the dandy Homo sapiens fellas
Then throw out the politically corrects
Along with all Bureaucratic suspects
Only then can the mind turn clear
The heart calm down
The soul shed despair
Yet the spirit shall take flight
Beyond this pallored vale
To transcend and look down
Upon all those choices
Stuck deep in muddy ground
In Terra Firma spinning round
Still, within all that can be
Looking out from eternity
A place of treasured love to see
There a wealth of family
Beautiful sons, wife and daughter
Health, warmth and laughter
Friends, Pets, birds and Orange Blossoms
These upon him are showered
Gifts from above in that same hour.
Failed to be a man
Failed to understand
Failed to truly see
All that's needed
To make it be
So live in defeats of the day
Till comes the dawn of another way
When to see if he remain
In the kingdom of this domain
Or at least in a land of peers
Not of witless simple turning gears
Not the quiet panic in running sheilas
Nor the dandy Homo sapiens fellas
Then throw out the politically corrects
Along with all Bureaucratic suspects
Only then can the mind turn clear
The heart calm down
The soul shed despair
Yet the spirit shall take flight
Beyond this pallored vale
To transcend and look down
Upon all those choices
Stuck deep in muddy ground
In Terra Firma spinning round
Still, within all that can be
Looking out from eternity
A place of treasured love to see
There a wealth of family
Beautiful sons, wife and daughter
Health, warmth and laughter
Friends, Pets, birds and Orange Blossoms
These upon him are showered
Gifts from above in that same hour.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Fractured Light - with audio
audio link
Swim down around
Deeper still
Murky waters
Blanket well
Feel the swell
Pent up waters overflow
Weighted feeling grows and grows
Ink fills in the darkened deep
Black eel's place of troubled sleep
Come not close
Falling grandiose
Vertigo turning wheel
Blind muted carousel
Cold passing moonlit tides
Soft heavy underside
Apogee apology
Sleeping horizon
Covers me
Stony sleep rolled away by One of might
So comes again life and sight
Extinguishing the dark of night
Enter day's downcast fractured light.
Swim down around
Deeper still
Murky waters
Blanket well
Feel the swell
Pent up waters overflow
Weighted feeling grows and grows
Ink fills in the darkened deep
Black eel's place of troubled sleep
Come not close
Falling grandiose
Vertigo turning wheel
Blind muted carousel
Cold passing moonlit tides
Soft heavy underside
Apogee apology
Sleeping horizon
Covers me
Stony sleep rolled away by One of might
So comes again life and sight
Extinguishing the dark of night
Enter day's downcast fractured light.
Colors - with audio
audio link
I used to see the colors in my brain
They came to me naturally as the rain
Now they've all turned so very plain
When I look, all shades are blended same
I no longer see the red in pain, and
Wonder can Sunburst joy come again
Responsibilities drive me on
Love for others becomes a singing song
My oh my the day is long
The dark of night vanishes
Invisible when its gone
My hope endures till spring is come
The colors then again are born
In my soul where they belong
Autumn leaves fall to the ground
All the animals know the sound
Of windy breath that turns all brown
Mutes painted prism paradise shown
Fish and birds and butterfly
Each in gentle silence sigh
Till golden sun with starlit dew
Cast rainbow spectrum hues
And so renew.
I used to see the colors in my brain
They came to me naturally as the rain
Now they've all turned so very plain
When I look, all shades are blended same
I no longer see the red in pain, and
Wonder can Sunburst joy come again
Responsibilities drive me on
Love for others becomes a singing song
My oh my the day is long
The dark of night vanishes
Invisible when its gone
My hope endures till spring is come
The colors then again are born
In my soul where they belong
Autumn leaves fall to the ground
All the animals know the sound
Of windy breath that turns all brown
Mutes painted prism paradise shown
Fish and birds and butterfly
Each in gentle silence sigh
Till golden sun with starlit dew
Cast rainbow spectrum hues
And so renew.
Critique of the Critics - with audio
audio link
I hereby disclose
That I would close
The door of who knows
Set the locks
Hide prejudicial picks
Stow Electric shocks
Critique the critics
Because to tell
Would bring such hell
From those sounds
Of the death knell
An illustration
In psychotic palpitation
Hispaniola, Anatolia
Africa and Asia
Anhedonia and Amnesia
PTSD, and PDO
MDD, to hospital go
So the cats walk
The feline kind of talk
On fence and wall
Of each black way hall
Till out flies tall
The Starling's urgent call
To stay deep sea spouts
Motions of notions and
Stop the deluge pouring out
Flooding oceans of shouts
From mercury filled mandibles
Of would be rescuing mouths.
I hereby disclose
That I would close
The door of who knows
Set the locks
Hide prejudicial picks
Stow Electric shocks
Critique the critics
Because to tell
Would bring such hell
From those sounds
Of the death knell
An illustration
In psychotic palpitation
Hispaniola, Anatolia
Africa and Asia
Anhedonia and Amnesia
PTSD, and PDO
MDD, to hospital go
So the cats walk
The feline kind of talk
On fence and wall
Of each black way hall
Till out flies tall
The Starling's urgent call
To stay deep sea spouts
Motions of notions and
Stop the deluge pouring out
Flooding oceans of shouts
From mercury filled mandibles
Of would be rescuing mouths.
Sorting Sand? - with audio
audio link
Picking slim
Lighting dim
Barren plains
Calculating minds
See the path
Check the math
Ask questions
For gestation
Not the why
Here am I
Think so
Bon ami
The what if
Makes stiff
How so
Won't go
To complicate
But Extricate
Regulate
And validate
Round corner
Behind the chase
New beginner
Slowed pace
Or perhaps
Pops and snaps
Machina view
Is it new
What a doll
A confused soul
That's his plan...
Sorting sand?
Picking slim
Lighting dim
Barren plains
Calculating minds
See the path
Check the math
Ask questions
For gestation
Not the why
Here am I
Think so
Bon ami
The what if
Makes stiff
How so
Won't go
To complicate
But Extricate
Regulate
And validate
Round corner
Behind the chase
New beginner
Slowed pace
Or perhaps
Pops and snaps
Machina view
Is it new
What a doll
A confused soul
That's his plan...
Sorting sand?
Morning Meeting, Donut's Dunk - with audio
audio link
Connect the colored dots
Ye little dullards and sots
Worker bees are smallest
The trees are the forest
That must needs be seen
Plastic pawns now begin
Hoping furtively that they,
You see, might know well
Of your prowess, that to tell
Oh to show that scribbled junk
The chaos in your little trunk
Be sweeter than a donut's dunk
So you posture and pose
Then thumb your bumpy nose
From concrete and brick
To fluid stream quick?
Embarrassed not, it's supposed
In your abstract lederhose
Stir up the thick jello'd sully
Focus now ever more forcefully
Struggle through the sudden strain
Of that broken puddin headed brain
Blow out the porthole a cloud-like steam
Some pseudo-intellectual babbling scream
But the attention once gotten
Sordid Horded and brought in
Goes like geese flying south
In the cold of winter's mouth
And it really stunts one's growth
So do not hurry to curry the boss
For little is gained, and much is lost
At such a tawdry, onerous, provocative cost.
Chasing Rabbits, Self Deluded Competition in the Workplace - with audio
audio link
The Climbers ascended
Mountains of words
Struggling for control
Of the tiger wind
Like woodland creatures
Fleeing fire
Chasing rabbits
Through field and bush
Clamoring over one another
Seeking the surety
Of an imagined secure footing
Or transient idyllic conquest
The headless leader watched
And would have nodded in approval
Had he a mind to do so
His Faceless gaze and smile
Focused forward
Content to march
Behind the horses
A lemming of enlightened bliss.
The Climbers ascended
Mountains of words
Struggling for control
Of the tiger wind
Like woodland creatures
Fleeing fire
Chasing rabbits
Through field and bush
Clamoring over one another
Seeking the surety
Of an imagined secure footing
Or transient idyllic conquest
The headless leader watched
And would have nodded in approval
Had he a mind to do so
His Faceless gaze and smile
Focused forward
Content to march
Behind the horses
A lemming of enlightened bliss.
Love Eclipses Ambition - with audio
audio link
I saw then,
What I thought
In meaning and ambition
Made ascriptions clear
Until another's
Reality sense
Broke in
To eclipse the sun
Of my clarion view
I waited for it to happen
But it never did
Something else
More wonderful instead
Grew in the place
Of that which was dead
Behind the landscape
That I had painted
Arose a sky in broad expanse
Three faces full of hope and life
Together with
The hand of another,
Who caressed our being
Their brightness
Informs my view, and
As I gaze at them
Heaven is made new
When gravity swift
Pulls me down
They my soul uplift
Til the day come
When we all
With a Dove
Shall fly
High Above
Through the heavens
To a place
In The Way
Of His Majesty
And still greater Love.
I saw then,
What I thought
In meaning and ambition
Made ascriptions clear
Until another's
Reality sense
Broke in
To eclipse the sun
Of my clarion view
I waited for it to happen
But it never did
Something else
More wonderful instead
Grew in the place
Of that which was dead
Behind the landscape
That I had painted
Arose a sky in broad expanse
Three faces full of hope and life
Together with
The hand of another,
Who caressed our being
Their brightness
Informs my view, and
As I gaze at them
Heaven is made new
When gravity swift
Pulls me down
They my soul uplift
Til the day come
When we all
With a Dove
Shall fly
High Above
Through the heavens
To a place
In The Way
Of His Majesty
And still greater Love.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Bureaucrazy - with audio
audio link
She said
He said
Hello
I don't know
Well I do
Who do
They do
The Do Do
Bird Flew
Killed inner child
When head notes
Mental and pedo-filed
Out their mouths
Came conjecturing
Everything was soused
Flooded Moreover
With heretofore
And Next thereof
All is come
That must be done
Now lies prone
Hence useless
This morass
Don't talk,
Or be an ass
Just baste and bask
So ask, please
Control the dis-ease
OK, OK
She said
Then went on
That talking head
It put me
Right back
In my bed
Because the pain
Eyes saw red
Deathly gain
Is the freedom
Of abused authority
A new problem
Over and over
Bore the brain
Soul and liver
A hole to drain
Pour in a river
Of false beliefs
Politicized nonsensical
Non-science's release
Kick one's self
More forms legal
To fill a shelf
Redundant commas
Bureaucracy commissions
Addendums callous
Onto Infinite revisions.
She said
He said
Hello
I don't know
Well I do
Who do
They do
The Do Do
Bird Flew
Killed inner child
When head notes
Mental and pedo-filed
Out their mouths
Came conjecturing
Everything was soused
Flooded Moreover
With heretofore
And Next thereof
All is come
That must be done
Now lies prone
Hence useless
This morass
Don't talk,
Or be an ass
Just baste and bask
So ask, please
Control the dis-ease
OK, OK
She said
Then went on
That talking head
It put me
Right back
In my bed
Because the pain
Eyes saw red
Deathly gain
Is the freedom
Of abused authority
A new problem
Over and over
Bore the brain
Soul and liver
A hole to drain
Pour in a river
Of false beliefs
Politicized nonsensical
Non-science's release
Kick one's self
More forms legal
To fill a shelf
Redundant commas
Bureaucracy commissions
Addendums callous
Onto Infinite revisions.
>>>>>
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Locusts in the Sycamores - with audio
audio link
It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I heard them.
Locusts, 7 yr locusts were sounding their life in the Sycamores, Maples and Aspens.
They had come early, for this was only August and not yet past the afternoon.
I remembered how they told of the coming of evening and eventually winter, Long ago, when I was a little boy at play. I would feel the sadness come over me. I knew that it was the end of Summer, the beginning of Autumn, the coming of Winter. I did not understand why this should affect me so. The passage of time meant nothing to me then. It did however, to the subconscious clock within me; that which communed with the eternal.
The locusts announced; "another time and era are passing, never to come again."
Once I was old enough to go to school, the locusts warned that it was time to come in from play, get ready for bed; and in the morning go to school. That which flourished in play with friends, died in school. Now, every time those cicadas with their cousins the locusts called out, it was like Sunday night before school and the end of summer all over again. The feeling ran deep within my being like hot brown molasses in a slow sinking procession down each bone.
It was an omen. Winter was coming early and it would be a long, cold, dark presence this year. My mind flashed back to brief moments of months before. Looking down each morning while picking up the newspaper, I would encounter an array of ants working furiously at their endeavor of survival. Marching every day or evening without fail across my sidewalk, from one Juniper to the next, they were there. Then, the prophet Solomon's words came to mind: " Observe the ant....." Prepare for the future without ceasing, and in the meantime be content in your sweaty toil; as well in your eating and sleeping. Why? Because Winter is coming.
Well, this year it was coming early. The signs were called out; the ants in tiny somber marching, and the locusts in eerie clicking song. Even the leaves had prematurely begun to fall.
Mother had been in the hospital on and off for the past 5 years. Dad as well. He was only a shadow of the man I knew growing up. The man who had once right crossed and knocked down a burly bearded fireman with tattoos who was refusing to help put out a burning building. A police dog had stopped him from continuing to pummel that sot. The maladies of age had shaken him, weakened his heart, taken away the pleasure of walking, and narrowed his sight. Mother on the other hand,
had undergone the hand of time with multiple and sundry plagues common to our generation.
She had also lost the thrill of allure and clever wit that had once brought Dr.s, Surgeons, Lawyers, Publishers and Poets to the cocktail parties and dinners that were hosted in our home. Life had now become a matter of complaint, she also had been robbed of the simpler pleasures of walking, eating and the enjoyment of company.
Autumn is here, Winter is coming whispered the locusts in the Sycamores. And suddenly, a finger loomed up within me, pointing me back to Solomon, " All is but vanity and a chasing of the wind."
All of this wonderment is passing...... , fleeting.........., flying away, and I also along with it. Mortality will one day come to call with its capital expression. I like Scrooge joined the community of humbuggeries and naysayers to its proposition. ...In confusion, I stumbled about, not focussing, hiding in my mind, lest feelings and emotion should overtake me ......I felt dizzy at times.
My Parents lay in their beds most of the day, living and participating in life through CNN,
"Little House on the Prairie,"and pharmaceutical commercials on TV. Slumber followed only to be interrupted by the habit of meals and ablutions. The wind was blowing the leaves right off the Maples. It carried along the chorus of wings in the trees; Winter is coming, Autumn is here. They weren't supposed to be here yet. They'd come early. It would be a long hard unpredictable Winter. The kind that makes a man's heart lonely and searching. The kind of cold that causes one to seek out the reassuring warmth of a few close friends. The kind of white blanketing in the night that propels all souls toward the Almighty Eternal. Let it blow then; like a dog, let the wind lick up these tears before they fall.
A clanging silence, a rigid river of dancing contradiction that flashes in a flurry before the eye of the soul; the pintele - (the spark of life) - threatened at once by the coming flood. Like lightning giving birth to thunder, shouts out the rainfall, so to the ants, with the buzzing of wings, and the crossing of tiny legs told the leaves to fall. And, as the leaves rushed along, they seemed to rustle out the message; the Autumn is here, the Winter is near....
And come it must! For this has been the way til now; ordained for each one to tarry an allotted time until the next season is ushered in, even as the one that is, passes over the falls into the Mind of timeless forgotten eternity.
It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when I heard them.
Locusts, 7 yr locusts were sounding their life in the Sycamores, Maples and Aspens.
They had come early, for this was only August and not yet past the afternoon.
I remembered how they told of the coming of evening and eventually winter, Long ago, when I was a little boy at play. I would feel the sadness come over me. I knew that it was the end of Summer, the beginning of Autumn, the coming of Winter. I did not understand why this should affect me so. The passage of time meant nothing to me then. It did however, to the subconscious clock within me; that which communed with the eternal.
The locusts announced; "another time and era are passing, never to come again."
Once I was old enough to go to school, the locusts warned that it was time to come in from play, get ready for bed; and in the morning go to school. That which flourished in play with friends, died in school. Now, every time those cicadas with their cousins the locusts called out, it was like Sunday night before school and the end of summer all over again. The feeling ran deep within my being like hot brown molasses in a slow sinking procession down each bone.
It was an omen. Winter was coming early and it would be a long, cold, dark presence this year. My mind flashed back to brief moments of months before. Looking down each morning while picking up the newspaper, I would encounter an array of ants working furiously at their endeavor of survival. Marching every day or evening without fail across my sidewalk, from one Juniper to the next, they were there. Then, the prophet Solomon's words came to mind: " Observe the ant....." Prepare for the future without ceasing, and in the meantime be content in your sweaty toil; as well in your eating and sleeping. Why? Because Winter is coming.
Well, this year it was coming early. The signs were called out; the ants in tiny somber marching, and the locusts in eerie clicking song. Even the leaves had prematurely begun to fall.
Mother had been in the hospital on and off for the past 5 years. Dad as well. He was only a shadow of the man I knew growing up. The man who had once right crossed and knocked down a burly bearded fireman with tattoos who was refusing to help put out a burning building. A police dog had stopped him from continuing to pummel that sot. The maladies of age had shaken him, weakened his heart, taken away the pleasure of walking, and narrowed his sight. Mother on the other hand,
had undergone the hand of time with multiple and sundry plagues common to our generation.
She had also lost the thrill of allure and clever wit that had once brought Dr.s, Surgeons, Lawyers, Publishers and Poets to the cocktail parties and dinners that were hosted in our home. Life had now become a matter of complaint, she also had been robbed of the simpler pleasures of walking, eating and the enjoyment of company.
Autumn is here, Winter is coming whispered the locusts in the Sycamores. And suddenly, a finger loomed up within me, pointing me back to Solomon, " All is but vanity and a chasing of the wind."
All of this wonderment is passing...... , fleeting.........., flying away, and I also along with it. Mortality will one day come to call with its capital expression. I like Scrooge joined the community of humbuggeries and naysayers to its proposition. ...In confusion, I stumbled about, not focussing, hiding in my mind, lest feelings and emotion should overtake me ......I felt dizzy at times.
My Parents lay in their beds most of the day, living and participating in life through CNN,
"Little House on the Prairie,"and pharmaceutical commercials on TV. Slumber followed only to be interrupted by the habit of meals and ablutions. The wind was blowing the leaves right off the Maples. It carried along the chorus of wings in the trees; Winter is coming, Autumn is here. They weren't supposed to be here yet. They'd come early. It would be a long hard unpredictable Winter. The kind that makes a man's heart lonely and searching. The kind of cold that causes one to seek out the reassuring warmth of a few close friends. The kind of white blanketing in the night that propels all souls toward the Almighty Eternal. Let it blow then; like a dog, let the wind lick up these tears before they fall.
A clanging silence, a rigid river of dancing contradiction that flashes in a flurry before the eye of the soul; the pintele - (the spark of life) - threatened at once by the coming flood. Like lightning giving birth to thunder, shouts out the rainfall, so to the ants, with the buzzing of wings, and the crossing of tiny legs told the leaves to fall. And, as the leaves rushed along, they seemed to rustle out the message; the Autumn is here, the Winter is near....
And come it must! For this has been the way til now; ordained for each one to tarry an allotted time until the next season is ushered in, even as the one that is, passes over the falls into the Mind of timeless forgotten eternity.
Next - with audio
audio link
That which yearns to be
Is now becoming
A pill in hand
An herbal elixir
Raise the titanic
Now I wait
On speeding train
Against the tunnel facade
In thickening tension
Of foggy pre-game morning
Till black starting gun
In Screaming force
Sends Shot unyielding
A Falling outcome
Looks back aghast
With sudden shock
The former shell
Lies broken.
That which yearns to be
Is now becoming
A pill in hand
An herbal elixir
Raise the titanic
Now I wait
On speeding train
Against the tunnel facade
In thickening tension
Of foggy pre-game morning
Till black starting gun
In Screaming force
Sends Shot unyielding
A Falling outcome
Looks back aghast
With sudden shock
The former shell
Lies broken.
Over Jagged Peaks - with audio
audio link
The arrows shot well
So long ago remain
With those of today
Find their mark in
Black blue shades of pain
But this is life
To live in this skin
Not to fear of
Worry's cutting knife
But thankful for love
Family and wife
To God above
Focus on these
Instead of bigger toys
Nay, be at peace
Carried on by lighter joys
Thus like the sun speaks
I rise up again
Over jagged peaks
In flowing skies
With fluid tern
Till my Creator
Shall lay me down.
The arrows shot well
So long ago remain
With those of today
Find their mark in
Black blue shades of pain
But this is life
To live in this skin
Not to fear of
Worry's cutting knife
But thankful for love
Family and wife
To God above
Focus on these
Instead of bigger toys
Nay, be at peace
Carried on by lighter joys
Thus like the sun speaks
I rise up again
Over jagged peaks
In flowing skies
With fluid tern
Till my Creator
Shall lay me down.
Form & Beauty - with audio
audio link
Broken yet standing
The form could yet be determined
Pieces lay neatly spread about
Shadows held the vase on the wooden plain
A comforting kiss from afar
Light cast down its caressing warmth
Revealing a dance of dust and spores
The quietness of that solemn hollow
Called out the comforting grace
Of a lilting silent peaceful world
Part of a magnoglia was there displayed
In the absence of music or sound
A song sang to hearts beating close
In silky Softness, unspoken yet profound
The past, present and future
Are well, here, and now.
Broken yet standing
The form could yet be determined
Pieces lay neatly spread about
Shadows held the vase on the wooden plain
A comforting kiss from afar
Light cast down its caressing warmth
Revealing a dance of dust and spores
The quietness of that solemn hollow
Called out the comforting grace
Of a lilting silent peaceful world
Part of a magnoglia was there displayed
In the absence of music or sound
A song sang to hearts beating close
In silky Softness, unspoken yet profound
The past, present and future
Are well, here, and now.
Sundays - with audio
audio link
I hate Sundays
Sundays - YUCK!
Sundays always
Break my luck
Donkeys bray, and
Chickens cluck
But Sundays kill
Adventure's pluck
Sundays come
And Sundays go
No matter how many
No matter how slow
With enough Sundays
They serve to show
Ever nothing's changed
Never Nothing will
Time now to climb
Back up the hill
Bluster through
The weekly thrill
Till comes Sunday
To break the spell.
I hate Sundays
Sundays - YUCK!
Sundays always
Break my luck
Donkeys bray, and
Chickens cluck
But Sundays kill
Adventure's pluck
Sundays come
And Sundays go
No matter how many
No matter how slow
With enough Sundays
They serve to show
Ever nothing's changed
Never Nothing will
Time now to climb
Back up the hill
Bluster through
The weekly thrill
Till comes Sunday
To break the spell.
Stopped - with audio
audio link
I'm stopped indeed
With nowhere to run
In me grows a seed
That's only just begun
Now in the middle
I find myself caught
To be in that which
I would rather not
Behind the place
Before the end
Round I go
To start again.
I'm stopped indeed
With nowhere to run
In me grows a seed
That's only just begun
Now in the middle
I find myself caught
To be in that which
I would rather not
Behind the place
Before the end
Round I go
To start again.
Shattered / On repairing a Broken World - with audio
audio link
Long, long ago, in ancient times, there came a great shuddering in
the heavens so that the moon and whole celestial host were shaken
and thrown into consternation.
It was then that a frightened Phoebe came upon Atlas and found
him bent over and weeping while kneeling on the ground.
Surrounding him were the broken shards of the world that he had
once carried upon his shoulders. Why are you so distressed my love,
Phoebe asked? For you are no longer burdened with the punishing
task of carrying the world.
Atlas replied, it is as you say, but although I am no longer
betrothed to the slavish endeavor of lifting up the World, I am now
faced with one much greater.
But what could be more difficult than carrying that mighty orb
upon thy shoulders? Phoebe asked again.
Atlas answered, true it is that my task was formidable, but I could
perform it with great skill and pride; indeed it was for this purpose
that my broad shoulders were fashioned by eternity. However, I
cannot, nor is there any here among us, that can refashion the World
once it has been shattered and broken.
Phoebe covered her face and wept for a time with Atlas,
for the bitterness of the truth was more than she could bare.
But Atlas, looking up, his countenance brightened, suddenly
stopped her with these words; it is a bitter concession that we cannot
remedy all losses, answer all questions, know all things, nor can we
regenerate all. But there is hope for us gods yet, because once our
finiteness has been revealed to us, we may then acknowledge what
the philosophers have postulated; that there must be one who is greater,
a Grand Creator of the Cosmos who is Father to us all. In knowing
this we may now seek Him out...
Phoebe broke in before Atlas could finish; and as His children we
free to explore and come to know that which gives life and light to the
Sun, moon, planets, and stars. We can ask Him to help and show the
gods how to repair all that which has been broken.
Armed with this new understanding, not only Phoebe and Atlas, but
all the gods together with the rest of creation were comforted and
the universe found it's spiraling ellipsis once more.
Long, long ago, in ancient times, there came a great shuddering in
the heavens so that the moon and whole celestial host were shaken
and thrown into consternation.
It was then that a frightened Phoebe came upon Atlas and found
him bent over and weeping while kneeling on the ground.
Surrounding him were the broken shards of the world that he had
once carried upon his shoulders. Why are you so distressed my love,
Phoebe asked? For you are no longer burdened with the punishing
task of carrying the world.
Atlas replied, it is as you say, but although I am no longer
betrothed to the slavish endeavor of lifting up the World, I am now
faced with one much greater.
But what could be more difficult than carrying that mighty orb
upon thy shoulders? Phoebe asked again.
Atlas answered, true it is that my task was formidable, but I could
perform it with great skill and pride; indeed it was for this purpose
that my broad shoulders were fashioned by eternity. However, I
cannot, nor is there any here among us, that can refashion the World
once it has been shattered and broken.
Phoebe covered her face and wept for a time with Atlas,
for the bitterness of the truth was more than she could bare.
But Atlas, looking up, his countenance brightened, suddenly
stopped her with these words; it is a bitter concession that we cannot
remedy all losses, answer all questions, know all things, nor can we
regenerate all. But there is hope for us gods yet, because once our
finiteness has been revealed to us, we may then acknowledge what
the philosophers have postulated; that there must be one who is greater,
a Grand Creator of the Cosmos who is Father to us all. In knowing
this we may now seek Him out...
Phoebe broke in before Atlas could finish; and as His children we
free to explore and come to know that which gives life and light to the
Sun, moon, planets, and stars. We can ask Him to help and show the
gods how to repair all that which has been broken.
Armed with this new understanding, not only Phoebe and Atlas, but
all the gods together with the rest of creation were comforted and
the universe found it's spiraling ellipsis once more.
Psalms Chapter 82 תְּהִלִּים
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
How Long - with audio
audio link
How long,
Has it been..
Said the mouse
To the little bird
Since you have flown,
From your nest?
Seems like ages
Said the little bird.
But how long?
Asked the mouse?
In miles,
Maybe a lifetime,
But in time
Perhaps only a mile,
Said the Little bird.
You are perhaps
Just a bit confused?
Said the mouse.
Perplexed yes
Said the little bird
But confused no.
You see time flies
With it spans life.
But the time
And the distance
That I have gone
From my nest
cannot be measured
In those terms.
Who I am
Where I came from,
How I came to be,
My feelings,
Why, these are
All but impressions
That have not
The capacity
Or want
Of being captured
In a net of words,
For that would be
A trap to me.
When the little mouse
Thought about it,
He then realized
That these things
Could only
Be framed,
However meekly,
By the rising
Of the sun
And the change
Of the seasons,
As the winged ones
Fly over things
Made tiny
Below the arc
Of the horizon
In embrace with
The bending heavens above
How long,
Has it been..
Said the mouse
To the little bird
Since you have flown,
From your nest?
Seems like ages
Said the little bird.
But how long?
Asked the mouse?
In miles,
Maybe a lifetime,
But in time
Perhaps only a mile,
Said the Little bird.
You are perhaps
Just a bit confused?
Said the mouse.
Perplexed yes
Said the little bird
But confused no.
You see time flies
With it spans life.
But the time
And the distance
That I have gone
From my nest
cannot be measured
In those terms.
Who I am
Where I came from,
How I came to be,
My feelings,
Why, these are
All but impressions
That have not
The capacity
Or want
Of being captured
In a net of words,
For that would be
A trap to me.
When the little mouse
Thought about it,
He then realized
That these things
Could only
Be framed,
However meekly,
By the rising
Of the sun
And the change
Of the seasons,
As the winged ones
Fly over things
Made tiny
Below the arc
Of the horizon
In embrace with
The bending heavens above
How It Shines - with audio
audio link
Beyond the gates of mediocrity
Past the plains of mere critique
Dwells something more comely than the spring
Evermore so than the pretty petaled blossoms
Caught up in the eyes of innocence
How it shines
Brighter than knowledge
Sweeter than nectar honeyed sun
How it shines
Piercing the heart with flame
O however does it shine
That starburst eternal
From whence comes the welling up of hope
Wrapped in a love so grand
Its lightning would score the soul of all
O Perfect Presence from beyond the cosmos
A radiance that consumes to renew
That which It created in the unknowable
How It shines
The Shadow of His Glory
A casting of His countenance
The palm of His Hand
The light of His I AM
A caring of His am I
In the all that is
How It Shines
Beyond the gates of mediocrity
Past the plains of mere critique
Dwells something more comely than the spring
Evermore so than the pretty petaled blossoms
Caught up in the eyes of innocence
How it shines
Brighter than knowledge
Sweeter than nectar honeyed sun
How it shines
Piercing the heart with flame
O however does it shine
That starburst eternal
From whence comes the welling up of hope
Wrapped in a love so grand
Its lightning would score the soul of all
O Perfect Presence from beyond the cosmos
A radiance that consumes to renew
That which It created in the unknowable
How It shines
The Shadow of His Glory
A casting of His countenance
The palm of His Hand
The light of His I AM
A caring of His am I
In the all that is
How It Shines
Beneath the Sky Above - with audio
audio link
As I sit
Beneath th sky above
Streaming future thoughts
So many debts
So many roads
Not many right
Not many lead home
If home lies within the heart
How do I get the rest of me there
Can I pay the tax on my soul
The fee for my family's lives
Am I locked forever
Beneath the sky above
In an unbreakable circle
Of plebeian servitude
To some other's enjoyment
Is there no meaning left to make
From the creation of heart and hands
When the day is done
Can I only tell
Of how I filled another's storehouse
Of how I never enjoyed
My children in their youth
Because my heart was somewhere else
Looking for a way out of my predicament
No one ever told me
That I had concrete legs
When the race started
Nor did my poor leaden heart
Hear the news
As it tried in vain to fly
A curse on that ungodly thing
That makes one man a slave
To another man's pocket
To that crushing weight
Of life's announcement
That a man may not pass
The place into which he was born
Therefore tear out my heart
Give me one more dull
That dares not hope,
Wish or dream
One that does not
Mind life's cruelties
Nor the stripes
Of death's encroachment
Upon the shores
Of my sleep and awakening
Then shall I no longer
Desire the artist's renaissance
I will jump down
From the rocky climb
To blow bubbles in the mud
With the frogs and turtles
Who do not mind
Their shell and slimy skin
Oh to care not
But to be contented
For it is some kind of evil that
Puts the desire for a flash of brilliance
Within the heart of one who sits
Broken in the shadows of those
Soaring high into the sun.
As I sit
Beneath th sky above
Streaming future thoughts
So many debts
So many roads
Not many right
Not many lead home
If home lies within the heart
How do I get the rest of me there
Can I pay the tax on my soul
The fee for my family's lives
Am I locked forever
Beneath the sky above
In an unbreakable circle
Of plebeian servitude
To some other's enjoyment
Is there no meaning left to make
From the creation of heart and hands
When the day is done
Can I only tell
Of how I filled another's storehouse
Of how I never enjoyed
My children in their youth
Because my heart was somewhere else
Looking for a way out of my predicament
No one ever told me
That I had concrete legs
When the race started
Nor did my poor leaden heart
Hear the news
As it tried in vain to fly
A curse on that ungodly thing
That makes one man a slave
To another man's pocket
To that crushing weight
Of life's announcement
That a man may not pass
The place into which he was born
Therefore tear out my heart
Give me one more dull
That dares not hope,
Wish or dream
One that does not
Mind life's cruelties
Nor the stripes
Of death's encroachment
Upon the shores
Of my sleep and awakening
Then shall I no longer
Desire the artist's renaissance
I will jump down
From the rocky climb
To blow bubbles in the mud
With the frogs and turtles
Who do not mind
Their shell and slimy skin
Oh to care not
But to be contented
For it is some kind of evil that
Puts the desire for a flash of brilliance
Within the heart of one who sits
Broken in the shadows of those
Soaring high into the sun.
The Object - with audio
audio link
There is an object
Spiraling through the heavens
Where it lands is unknown
Many eyes are upon it
Including those of the beholder's
From which it had flown
Troubling, that little thing
Wandering and rounding
So high up in the air
Going onward still
Only slightly beyond
The gravity of care
But the sun grows anxious
So to the clouds begin to brood
Winds grow lacerating and wanton
To effect a change of mood
Exuberant hearts calling
Hands reach out in expectation
Of a hunger to be fulfilled
By the object's trajectory action
From the robin's loving call
To the Jay's so often shrill
Will there come a rainbow
To grace the harrowed hill
O'er the landscape of one below
By the object cast at will
The riddle remains unanswered
For capricious is destiny's will
Secret are the ingredients,
Of her sweet and sour,
Sugar coated pill.
There is an object
Spiraling through the heavens
Where it lands is unknown
Many eyes are upon it
Including those of the beholder's
From which it had flown
Troubling, that little thing
Wandering and rounding
So high up in the air
Going onward still
Only slightly beyond
The gravity of care
But the sun grows anxious
So to the clouds begin to brood
Winds grow lacerating and wanton
To effect a change of mood
Exuberant hearts calling
Hands reach out in expectation
Of a hunger to be fulfilled
By the object's trajectory action
From the robin's loving call
To the Jay's so often shrill
Will there come a rainbow
To grace the harrowed hill
O'er the landscape of one below
By the object cast at will
The riddle remains unanswered
For capricious is destiny's will
Secret are the ingredients,
Of her sweet and sour,
Sugar coated pill.
A Blackbird Visits - with audio
audio link
A Blackbird came to roost today
He called out to an end of play
Laughing, as if to mock the day
The raven cast a windblown shadow
Tipped over was the cup of callow
Rusted tractor, fields gone fallow
Bees find not the pleasant feast
From Faded flowers along the street
Clouds gray oppress the sunny thought
Frozen squalls bring good to naught
Rabbits in meadows, their races started
Now tortoise-like, turn back retarded
Beneath the specter of a hawk
Frantic scurry against the clock
Into hole and into den
So sleep a while there little one
Till radiant glory of the Sun
Breaks through the dewy heavens
And all the clouds have come unspun
With warmth smiling down on the earth again
Blossoming hearts in songs of gentle spring rains
A Blackbird came to roost today
He called out to an end of play
Laughing, as if to mock the day
The raven cast a windblown shadow
Tipped over was the cup of callow
Rusted tractor, fields gone fallow
Bees find not the pleasant feast
From Faded flowers along the street
Clouds gray oppress the sunny thought
Frozen squalls bring good to naught
Rabbits in meadows, their races started
Now tortoise-like, turn back retarded
Beneath the specter of a hawk
Frantic scurry against the clock
Into hole and into den
So sleep a while there little one
Till radiant glory of the Sun
Breaks through the dewy heavens
And all the clouds have come unspun
With warmth smiling down on the earth again
Blossoming hearts in songs of gentle spring rains
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Stephens In The Night - with audio
audio link
Sometimes in the night
I walk the way of Stephens
Under a fleeting moon
There to meet old friends
Who join me in the moment
Some twenty plus years ago
In a spectral gaze I see all at 23
As I struggle to find my way
Faces of teachers speak silent expressions
Up and down the walls and halls of Stephens
A kiss unmet, an invitation lilted, a hand not taken
Endless tests and auditions, words forgotten
In the day I become bald and fat, but in that place
Fields round the grounds aglow in faded grace
There walks a muscled youth with thick brown hair
Also in that place see the starlit eyes of those once fair
Unsure how to engage the willowy memory
I wander on with angst in quiet revere
Then looking down like a bird on those below
As Far away as their embraces are from mine now
Where are those lost in sleep so sweet,
Fairies, sprites, dancers lithe, petite
You clarion singers and mummers follow,
In winged reverberations like hawk and swallow
How is it this night that my flesh has become a shadow
Of a long ago forgotten young and lonely actor
Who like The Flying Dutchman, must return
On a purple cobalt foaming of ocean's churn
With the stars of so many souls once familiar
Away from college town passages provincial
Playhouse, chapel, barn and naked lake
Time's jet streams passing goodbyes spake
Of scurrying possum and hurrying skunk
Beetles and crickets creeping in flora's funk
Now carry this one back from Columbia
To the bewildering hot glow of L A
Among joy and sadness in tumbling flight
Fare Thee Well Till Another Long Deep Night
Sometimes in the night
I walk the way of Stephens
Under a fleeting moon
There to meet old friends
Who join me in the moment
Some twenty plus years ago
In a spectral gaze I see all at 23
As I struggle to find my way
Faces of teachers speak silent expressions
Up and down the walls and halls of Stephens
A kiss unmet, an invitation lilted, a hand not taken
Endless tests and auditions, words forgotten
In the day I become bald and fat, but in that place
Fields round the grounds aglow in faded grace
There walks a muscled youth with thick brown hair
Also in that place see the starlit eyes of those once fair
Unsure how to engage the willowy memory
I wander on with angst in quiet revere
Then looking down like a bird on those below
As Far away as their embraces are from mine now
Where are those lost in sleep so sweet,
Fairies, sprites, dancers lithe, petite
You clarion singers and mummers follow,
In winged reverberations like hawk and swallow
How is it this night that my flesh has become a shadow
Of a long ago forgotten young and lonely actor
Who like The Flying Dutchman, must return
On a purple cobalt foaming of ocean's churn
With the stars of so many souls once familiar
Away from college town passages provincial
Playhouse, chapel, barn and naked lake
Time's jet streams passing goodbyes spake
Of scurrying possum and hurrying skunk
Beetles and crickets creeping in flora's funk
Now carry this one back from Columbia
To the bewildering hot glow of L A
Among joy and sadness in tumbling flight
Fare Thee Well Till Another Long Deep Night
Friday, October 29, 2004
Blogging in Late October - with audio
audio link
It came upon me one rainy afternoon,
After the wind had died and the Fog rolled in
The rushing silence deafened me.
What the hell was Blogging anyway
With its Halloween colored B,
Smiling at me like a Jack O Lantern
I shuddered to think on it
But sure as endless October thoughts
Pounding at rocky beachhead shores
So it came, ghostlike, the Blog,
In the mindful mist like a distant hound
Howling out wandering news about the scent
Then a hand reached out from within the dark
And clicked the browser's button
Like a brewing witch with mouse in hand
A shower of black letters fell against the screen
Bleached deathly pale and bony white
X-rays shot flying pitch, as if from some black hole
And as I read on, beyond the late afternoon's twighlight
My mind was once again numbed with night
Something deeper now writes here
Outside, the rustling of the wayward leaves
Static's blue, red, green fractured aurora stream
Glowing eerily on the yard where little gobblins are seen
At the door a knock is heard, and then a creaking sound
Suddenly, the door swings open, with a blood chilling scream
TRICK OR TREAT! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
It came upon me one rainy afternoon,
After the wind had died and the Fog rolled in
The rushing silence deafened me.
What the hell was Blogging anyway
With its Halloween colored B,
Smiling at me like a Jack O Lantern
I shuddered to think on it
But sure as endless October thoughts
Pounding at rocky beachhead shores
So it came, ghostlike, the Blog,
In the mindful mist like a distant hound
Howling out wandering news about the scent
Then a hand reached out from within the dark
And clicked the browser's button
Like a brewing witch with mouse in hand
A shower of black letters fell against the screen
Bleached deathly pale and bony white
X-rays shot flying pitch, as if from some black hole
And as I read on, beyond the late afternoon's twighlight
My mind was once again numbed with night
Something deeper now writes here
Outside, the rustling of the wayward leaves
Static's blue, red, green fractured aurora stream
Glowing eerily on the yard where little gobblins are seen
At the door a knock is heard, and then a creaking sound
Suddenly, the door swings open, with a blood chilling scream
TRICK OR TREAT! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
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