The Tree
The tree so green
Summer's rain weeps clean
As leaves shimmer sparkle slight
Light bled upon branches long
Tight bark wound round unseen
Roots deep as family strong
This tree to me speaks lovingly
Breathing out my breathing in
A roost for fowl and home
For creatures ungrounded to roam
A wonder of fauna free
So do I dream upon its being
By being a tree
A tree so green
As life leaves so too
Do leaves leave eventually
And still a plant to return
Unlike me
Humanity one chance around
This reminder lovingly
To grow and develop in maturity
Properly if we all could be
So green as this tree
For never so fortunate
To stay and live longer
But appreciate shall I
All that is given to me to be
As I see all of me in this tree
Greened humanity if only
Awakened to see
Such beauty that simply
Tends mindlessly
To its own life so free
This green living tree
Wet with the rains
Of natural security
Ebony Ink, Canvas Life
Glaring eyes mine stare straight,
Penetrating deep the contorted beauty
My attempt has created,
My vision grows blurry with memories,
Pain becoming a reminder of me,
Waking the dreams of past love lost.
Never such am I so blind,
Self jaded when I
Hand create the multiple worlds aligned
Of self-sacrificing eyes,
A black inked horizon fare
Brazened upon my forehead flared.
Ebony upon canvas flesh,
A stretched mind's child reflecting
What once I saw before my eyes began
To dream of the world before sunrises,
The world before breath,
Dark life pulsing bright to live,
Creation made manifest the art's life.
Away quick the ink swift lest to drip
Darkness unlimited in placement,
Just enough to be enough writhing,
Retreat my hand,
My impetus,
My roaring mind of fantasy fair,
Enhancing sweet the metaphor's call,
Memory pain and life in between,
Poisoned bliss is the beauty
Shown deep as the painted myths of my time.
A Brisk Morning
Morning cool
The full Moon sets
Sunrise wind sweet breeze soft
Against red pink turning white
A window scene
Blossoming
Bright light beam becomes
Enhanced warmth consuming swift
The brisk air
Crispness grants memory
Mine a mere moment
Short breath returns
The simple mind of youth
Emotional peacefulness
Graceful the dawn's demeanor
The day bows and begins
To me
To the world
A performance this dawn gives
So desperate to play
Unsettled anxiety
No idle waste can be
Such to call the day
Sunrise risen
Resting gentle grace upon
The treetops set a flare
An opening act made way
To a day of the greatest affair
Shelved Skin
Reach up
Reach down
Grab the Earth
Grasp the Sky
Kiss the Fires
Embrace the Air
Look forward
Look back
Never look back again
Dream in
Dream out
Always dream often
Reality is Element
Elements are Body
Body is Mind's keeper
that expresses the Elements
Breath gasp lost less control
Release dark embraces low
Uninhibited
Think within
Think not
Feel no Body
No Element felt
No Reality to reach up or down
Numbness
Body numbness before
A smile of contentment
Bill Burroughs' Bagel
(In a dream tense)
He looks at the plate
Looks then at me.
"That's IT?!?"
the old man
asks,
"Where's the ol' eggz-n-bacon?"
"Bee happy so little
can you eat
today,"
I say.
Bites.
Cough, bite,
phlegmed grumble:
"No addiction worth kickin' for THIS!"
he mumbles.
La Romantique du mathématicien et Géométrie Ancien
2 dimensional parallel
blends 4th the eight inverted triangles
bent circular round 3rd angles
of deep partial outward insight
When alone the 3rd stickman drawn
steals the hypothesis from me
and the 1st inverted reflective awe
my eyes have not seen since childhood home
Hearing time’s lectures stolen
lies stolen homes horizontal
6th fourths of breath breathed empty
in eyes unfelt of the angles abilities
If then given that when before
walking on space parallel quadrant rhines
to 4th dimensional carousel spun lines
spindled cries of geometric ties left
7 lullabies of theoretical alibies
Goodbye to the lyrical right-angled soliloquies
spoken gently by minds akin
deep within mathematical spiritualties
the stickman has drawn
Angles left circumference cross-paralleled
contradictions to win
the heart of the Number’s sweet dreams
Pour le bord de temps vais-je errent maintenant
Drawing
Glaring eyes mine stare straight,
Penetrating deep the contorted beauty
My attempt has created,
My vision grows blurry with memories,
Pain becoming a reminder of me,
Waking the dreams of past love lost.
Never such am I so blind,
Self-jaded when I
Hand create the multiple worlds aligned
Of self-sacrificing eyes,
A black inked horizon fare
Brazened upon my forehead flared.
Ebony upon canvas flesh,
A stretched mind's child reflecting
What once I saw before my eyes began
To dream of the world before sunrises.
Expressing
Differences ours,
So soon will pass,
As we make amends
And listen.
Souls sound connected
Should not slip away,
Indifference small,
Important to say,
Such sweet as Life short,
Each moment fades away,
When breath chooses arguing
To breathing sweet Love astray.
A friendship such,
What living proof,
Two people who share
Differences in truth.
So sorry opinions mine
Taste sour to you,
Despite such still
You know my heart true,
Too short this life,
Too short is our bliss,
Making all difference positive
Before Love's amiss!
So soon will pass,
As we make amends
And listen.
Souls sound connected
Should not slip away,
Indifference small,
Important to say,
Such sweet as Life short,
Each moment fades away,
When breath chooses arguing
To breathing sweet Love astray.
A friendship such,
What living proof,
Two people who share
Differences in truth.
So sorry opinions mine
Taste sour to you,
Despite such still
You know my heart true,
Too short this life,
Too short is our bliss,
Making all difference positive
Before Love's amiss!
Locating Tonality (Voice)
My voice how much it sings
Yet to ring that tone
Universal harmony
Only strains myself swift
For short are such abilities
Though practice a benefit
Only dear passion can sustain
The effort of the proper key sung
Wanderlust the mind of a pure world
Wanders beyond whilst vocals rung
Until the senses whole
As one singing along complete
The eagerness absolute
Joy in passions and calmness
Engaged the spirit and body fly
Wings of the soul bird inside
The creature along he sings
Allowing evermore the tone to ring
O my voice sings
In that mixed music key
The universal harmony
Water's motion crash waves in tune
Stones and rocks stillness rings through
My footing regained in my heart
My spirit soars in the moment of musicality
My abilities now need no longer strain
O such strength
O grand perspective to open my mouth
My words
My song
The song sung sweet
Of universal harmony
Only dear passion can sustain
Yet to ring that tone
Universal harmony
Only strains myself swift
For short are such abilities
Though practice a benefit
Only dear passion can sustain
The effort of the proper key sung
Wanderlust the mind of a pure world
Wanders beyond whilst vocals rung
Until the senses whole
As one singing along complete
The eagerness absolute
Joy in passions and calmness
Engaged the spirit and body fly
Wings of the soul bird inside
The creature along he sings
Allowing evermore the tone to ring
O my voice sings
In that mixed music key
The universal harmony
Water's motion crash waves in tune
Stones and rocks stillness rings through
My footing regained in my heart
My spirit soars in the moment of musicality
My abilities now need no longer strain
O such strength
O grand perspective to open my mouth
My words
My song
The song sung sweet
Of universal harmony
Only dear passion can sustain
Anxiety of a Collar Blue
The outside world is affecting me,
Its poison deep seeps into me,
Developing harsh its cancer within,
Symptoms surface felt thin beneath skin,
And I allow worry woe to overcome me,
Living life bred
To work through blind days instead,
Expression tight held back in might,
Aching hands which beg to create,
And struggle for food or amenities light.
Such a life's waste,
Everyday a day away,
For upon few brief moments
Free time to arrive whose chance slips by,
Nothing gets done,
Those plans, that book, my art, this poem,
Bright flashes before nodding away.
Dull shine the mundane existence,
Free moments are a sin,
Considered such by those authority
Whose employment we give in,
Dare you waste a waking eye
In personal sweet revelry.
The outside world has affected me,
Its poison now seeped deep within,
The cancer of working class spreads thin,
I am now addicted to fleeting
Excitements of material pacification,
I am trapped,
I am a life not lived,
I am infected by the disease
Of social being;
I am drone.
Its poison deep seeps into me,
Developing harsh its cancer within,
Symptoms surface felt thin beneath skin,
And I allow worry woe to overcome me,
Living life bred
To work through blind days instead,
Expression tight held back in might,
Aching hands which beg to create,
And struggle for food or amenities light.
Such a life's waste,
Everyday a day away,
For upon few brief moments
Free time to arrive whose chance slips by,
Nothing gets done,
Those plans, that book, my art, this poem,
Bright flashes before nodding away.
Dull shine the mundane existence,
Free moments are a sin,
Considered such by those authority
Whose employment we give in,
Dare you waste a waking eye
In personal sweet revelry.
The outside world has affected me,
Its poison now seeped deep within,
The cancer of working class spreads thin,
I am now addicted to fleeting
Excitements of material pacification,
I am trapped,
I am a life not lived,
I am infected by the disease
Of social being;
I am drone.
What Has Been Said, and Said Again
Winds blown winding words
Of faith created blends bled
Into the minds of few that heard
Whispers of the spirits dead
Between the trees,
Between the dreams
We wish to pray,
We wish to live
These days of life through
Pain ahead of joyous play to give
Our lives a life to hold instead
Manipulate all holy words dread,
Man made interpretation disgust to torment
For madmen dreams political madness,
Control to freeze the human progress.
Between so lies some such so free
Shaman anew within this age
Industry techno militant wizardry,
Starving out the sickening gruel
Force fed upon a world bitter fed,
Believed by all for betterment
To justify its cause for dead.
Where amongst the lands to be
Such person mind as far and flee?
Tastes sweet the spirits dark and dizzy
Energy bereft of social ill might,
Right to touch there light to see
Such people believed are here,
Quite simply seen as you and me,
If only pause in time beyond do we,
For quiet is all
To walk anon concordantly.
Breathe sweet,
Breathe deep,
Such routes within breathe in
A walk of ancients path retreat,
Peace of when a cold world conceived
Itself to death so genuinely,
Succinctly matched a cycle true,
Beauty grand beyond the vein.
Humanity lives but briefly through.
Bummer (but not bad)
No debt, yet
A broken lighter!
I feel like a hippopotamus
In the big city,
The green grass
Cannot be enjoyed.
A ghost has entered me
A ghost has entered me
Moments before I began to write
This and in the writing writes
Written words written wrong
Written blank and not in song
Stretching brain my mind it longs
To write the written words writ right
Writ strong and posed of hand woven light
But it hurts to write
Hurts to write
My thoughts so tight
So written wronged writing
Might be written wrong after all
For this ghost within is my future me
Coming to haunt what written to call
My me to be the writing dream
Unawakened and withdrawn
Moments before I began to write
This and in the writing writes
Written words written wrong
Written blank and not in song
Stretching brain my mind it longs
To write the written words writ right
Writ strong and posed of hand woven light
But it hurts to write
Hurts to write
My thoughts so tight
So written wronged writing
Might be written wrong after all
For this ghost within is my future me
Coming to haunt what written to call
My me to be the writing dream
Unawakened and withdrawn
Her Response to my Passing
I know she cries for me
Into the Summer skies at night
While gentle drift I slumber through
The dawn of all
eternal light.
Into the Summer skies at night
While gentle drift I slumber through
The dawn of all
eternal light.
Falling
I should not give in
but rather look
away
Her eyes of a gentle gaze
Lures me to the seduction
I crave
All thoughts are bound
Tight taut and aware
to her penetrating
glare
She starves my emotions
And feeds my urges
sensational teasing
A stirring within
A struggle against sin...
I think I've just given in.
but rather look
away
Her eyes of a gentle gaze
Lures me to the seduction
I crave
All thoughts are bound
Tight taut and aware
to her penetrating
glare
She starves my emotions
And feeds my urges
sensational teasing
A stirring within
A struggle against sin...
I think I've just given in.
Into Outer Darkness
The midnight
Dark bright
A Lunar eclipse
Fainted dots
White light
Beyond
The Abyss
*
Shadows
Growing
Deep in shadows
Of night
An insane approach
Lunacy fright
The last moment
Reproached
*
Darkness
Dark
A crack of Light
Returned
Dark bright
The midnight
A Lunar eclipse
Vampiric thoughts upon my lips
Dark bright
A Lunar eclipse
Fainted dots
White light
Beyond
The Abyss
*
Shadows
Growing
Deep in shadows
Of night
An insane approach
Lunacy fright
The last moment
Reproached
*
Darkness
Dark
A crack of Light
Returned
Dark bright
The midnight
A Lunar eclipse
Vampiric thoughts upon my lips
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