The Pendulum
No need for oscillation
Like a pendulum
It's become a perpetual balancing act
Every act ends, this is Shakesperian
As a moment dies
Surely some carrion
I can be your beast of burden
When called upon by the great spirit
To meet now, as we have
We conferred allies
In any fight ahead
I will come to your aid
A Distant Transmission: Calling
Meditation
I was tuning in to a distant set station
It was bliss
I'm stirred as the body calls
Carnification
Instant transmission
You want out
You called
I was far away
Alas, here to stay
Tuning into to your world
Frequency set
Cadet
Time to get to work
You can always go back
Reality
It's like a tuning fork
What's your pitch
What're the notes?
The song of divine plane
Hit them in accordance
And you'll be transported
The Flip Book
Like a flip book, it all moved so swiftly
Transfixed by the beauty
Anytime I looked, I saw something I had never seen before
These new eyes
The multi-dimensions of beauty
It made me sorry I was a fool to have missed it
And now I miss you
That beauty was latent all along
In that I find sollace
The Vineyard
My will was good
Until I got tangled up by the vine of desire
As it entangled me
It became clear, it intended to see me to the grave
This grave desire
How many life times until I shake it?
Please Brake For Deer
Wherever you find yourself off to
May your cloudy skies depart along the way
While the trees seem dead, and life seems dreary
It’s a guise of winter’s day
It takes the remnants of what was left when summer’s had its way
Rejoins the scattered pieces and forms a warm crochet
Forget the ghosts, forget the dead, forget all you’ve left behind
The winter wind whispers dear “your world will redesign”
Know I smile, happy as you deserve the open azure blue
I will always remember fondly all the good times hitherto
I’m sorry for the days I made the gray storm clouds brew
Deep inside I’m somewhat hurt, kind of like the hurt in you
But may those days we leave ever far behind
And disappear forever into the morning’s summer shine
Here’s one to the clear sky blue!
Our worlds will redesign!
Not a Day Goes By or Pas un Jour ne Passe
Not a day passes where I don't await your arrival said the sun to the moon.
For as long as the world rotates, it keeps my head spinning.
So long as the particles vibrate, to hold form, I hold my space for you.
Until my space shatters, then I'll reform and wait for you once again.
This is our sacred ritual.
Through the tides of time.
There's always space for you in mine.
There's always a place for you in my quatrain.
Après tout, je t'aime.
You Wonder..amongst the blackberries
And you're wondering if I feel it too
And I do
A biting rage for the sick world
And my prolonged exposure to it
Some ancient pervasive fog
Some interfacing layer
Some long arching wail that I'm caught up in
Why? I don't know
For what reason,
Are you and I?
I don't know
It trails the entire land
There's no escape
It's binding, it's blinding
And sometimes it binds me
And sometimes it blinds me
To the simple goodness embedded in some moments
The treasured trinkets of a darkened dreary and oh so tired landscape
And so I sing to the simple joy
The sun brings bounty, golden bathing light
To nothing better
Birds bathe
in golden light
And sing the joy
of summer's sight
Here's another one, to my dear friend:
It's titled, "Fruit Loving Masochist"
Sparrow, his plume blood red
It covers his chest like an adornment
Of royalty
Still reaching
For the blackberry
You know I love you right?
I'll fly with you through the wingspans of this life
And any more you'll have me
No doubt this is sacred
And Just Like September Had Only Come, It Has Gone Away
September enters with autumn bells
As the foliage determines to fall
You load a barrel with shotgun shells
Unable to forgive yourself
You hear this lack of it all around you
You say your father once haunting you as a living, now does as a ghost
Your mother dementia laden, never really knew you as she was supposed
This throne of throes, perched your porch
Your papers in order
Darkness descends
The night is myopic, cold, the metal even colder
It bites back
And like a rocket the shotgun shell rips
It must have looked to you as a firework
As it propelled you out of this world
Your skull some autumn cantaloupe
Harvest for those determined still to live
You'd have understood
You had been there yourself
You called ahead of time
Help is on the way
But you told them to only expect a dead body
And as you said, you were
And as you were you weren't
Where does the billowing spirit go?
Time in our world is..
The illusion maker
For it takes away
Everything..
And like September had only entered
With the echoing of the stratosphere
Like a rocket that has propelled you into the sky
It has gone away
May every body of water pull to the ocean, no matter how arduous the path. May every drop be determinant
