Rolling, Rolling, Rolling...

A shooting,
not a Falling Star,
slung from Orion's Bow
over the wooded hill,
past the Waterfall,
where it is said
pure Water still flows...
Not a Sound
but the rush of Water,
pushing, roaring
like a Lion
witha misty mane
shaking off the moisture
as he prowls the Plains;
the Water blue/black oil
with white capped waves,
streaming past,
looking thick
and lugubrious,
sweet syrup
bursting over the rocks,
the flotsam and jetsam
clinging to the shore
with white-knuckled
dertermination...
       Dec. 15, 2014

Fly Away Home...

Hawk's eye
     from a frosted moon
     encased in an iridescent halo
     sternly staring
     at the World of Man,
     encroaching daily on Earth,
     approaching dangerous levels
     with far too many flags unfurled,
     proclaiming nothing
     but Greed,
     feeding nothing
     but the insatiable Desire
     for More,
     more than ever
     one could need...
Back to the Nest
     he glides,
     ruffling his feathers,
     he emits a cry,
     hoping to pierce
     cold Hearts and Deaf ears
     but he knows while
     all may Hear,
     too few Listen
     and with a sad smile
     he lays down to sleep
     as his Tears glisten...
        Dec. 14, 2014

The Burrow...

The Rains that played
     their tune upon my shelter,
     to no avail,
     now sit in mute testimony
     here and there,
     in puddles
     reflecting shades of brown
     for now, that is all
     left upon Earth,
     brown leaved jigsaw puzzle,
     not for me to solve
     but to absorb
     in what waning light there is
     in H2O-bury,
     amid the dark and dim...
Decided yesterday
to skip the City,
make to the rails
to shore up The Burrow;
in no hurry,
it is waterproof and sturdy;
first layer down,
two more to go,
then a fine mummy bag,
good to twenty below
and the standard
army issue bag
to start the show...
I dare the snow...
       December 17, 2014

Brisk Start...

The Morning hums,
     throbbing,
     Ebb and Flow
     as the Sun flashes on
     like a camper's flashlight
     full Daylight in but an instant,
     where,
     but a moment ago,
     grey Morning
     and chilly winds
     made for a muffler
     and wool cap Morning,
     a snap to the Air
     that puts a snap
     in your step...
Buses mark the Time;
     people wash up
     upon the sidewalk,
     Urban Flotsam and Jetsam,
     flowing but not going anywhere
     in routines that seem
     Centuries old...
City's pretty in the Fall
     but, Mayor, please,
     leave the Leaves
     to scatter where thy fall;
     I like to see them swirl
     and twirl like squirrel's tails
     chase after cars,
     wrap themselves
     around girl's legs
     after tumbling along
     like a tumbling tumbleweed
     or racing along the curb
     and the dangerous
     Catch basins that wait
     to carry them
     down to the Sea...
          October 30, 2014

October Sky...

Sweater weather;
     morning snaps open
     amid the Grey
     and the trees as they sway
     in time with the cars
     as they roll past,
     leaves chasing after
     like country dogs
     chasing pickup trucks
     down a dirt road,
     growling and snapping
     at the spinning tires
     as they kick gravel
     back into their faces...
Delicious chill,
     with warm woolen socks
     and my trench coat flaring
     behind me like a superhero's cape,
     my walking stick
     keeping the beat,
     playing a game of mumbley peg
     with my quick moving feet,
     a smile or a nod
     for every person I meet
     for in Autumn
     I glow from within...
          October 22, 2014

Cashmere...

A token
     to remind me of you,
     warm and soft,
     I envision you
     as you wrapped your arms
     around me
     and pulled me gently
     back upon the couch
     and whispered,
     "Don't let me go"...
The time spent together
      verified what I already knew;
     the softness of your demeanor,
     the warmth of your Soul
     with eyes, deep and dark,
     alive like Fire dancing,
     blazing from within,
     lit by the Beauty of your Soul
     and your skin,
     a translucent Wonder,
     like pink marble
     that no statue carved
     could ever properly capture...
To me, you are indeed
     a gift, a Wonder;
     you turn my Heart to Thunder
     that echoes my Desire
     reverberating in my Soul...
I also want to wake
     alongside you,
     to take comfort
     and give comfort
     that only comes
     with a closeness...
Tell me all,
     I want to know
     all of you...
Take my Heart,
     I want to show you
     that I have come
     to bring you Solace
     and find contentment
     in giving you Pleasure,
     measure for measure
     for as you send me
     to heights unimagined,
     so shall I endeavor
     to show you
     just how much
     you mean to me
     as I thank the Powers that Be
     for finally allowing me
     to find a like Soul,
     Real and Free...

         October 23, 2014

Friend Request...

Cyber connections
     without direction
     dancing across the wire
     feeding the fire within,
     adding inspiration

     and a sense of deliberation
     to the current cosmic situation
     i have been trying to figure out...
Funny, how, unasked,
     the Cosmos gives you guidance,
     showing you what to keep
     and to what to say "good riddance" 
     to the ties that bind,
     to the fears that keep you lagging behind
     for if you are afraid to look
     you will never find that which you need...
In a moment, souls collide;
    do you stop and say, "Excuse me"
    and move on
    or do you stop for a moment,
    realize it is the same ground
    we stand upon,
    and chat a while to see
    just how the other gets along?...
Things do happen for a reason,
    sometimes the answer is no,
    sometimes the answers won't please you
    but it is how you handle your situation 
    how you strive that is your measure,  
    what gives you comfort
    and what gives you pleasure
    that defines you,
    that combines you with the Infinite... 
             October 21, 2014

Water Walk...

The gurgling water rushing through
     a collapsed part a drainage pipe
     running along the river
     in the aftermath
     of the sudden shower

     that raised the water level

     a good two feet in two minutes

     and washed the day's foulness

     down to the Sea...
On The Green,
     the flag whips back and forth,

     snapping and popping
     like the last kernels
     at the bottom of a pop corn bag...
Again comes the rain
     and I doff my sneakers and socks,

     placing them in my knapsack
     and walk barefoot
     in the warm October rain...
Soon I am drenched to the skin,
     my visor dripping like an awning

     mistakenly left open
     at the beachfront tennis club,

     lawn chairs stacked upside down
     and tables covered with chairs and tarps...
My hair curls and uncurls with each step
     as the water beads at the ends   

     and then bounces off,
     trying to reach the Sky
     from whence it came,

     but finding only concrete
     and the long Journey to the Sea...
A slight pause at the corner building

     where covering and hedge
     make for a bucolic rest
     to listen as, just beyond
     lies the asphalt river
     with it gleaming steel fish...
Perhaps here I wait for dawn,
     don't expect it to be long
     for the shadows recede
     and the street lights proceed

     to turn off one by one
     down the boulevard...
          

          October 18, 2014     

    

True to You...

It is the kindest Souls
     who are tested the most,
     they give their Heart
     without regards to the cost,
     they speak their minds
     blind to the lies of others,
     lies they won't believe
     until the painful Truth
     lies exposed in the
     glaring Light of day...
It is the caring Hearts
     that get torn apart
     by callous ones
     who want more
     than their part
     of their share;
     the shallow who wallow
     in emotions they don't possess,
     interested only in themselves
     while feigning concern,
     burning, always yearning
     for more, just more...
But don't lose Faith,
     don't lose Resolve,
     all this will pass,
     this too shall dissolve
     into the span of Days
     and Time will reveal
     the Truth you have always known
     resided in your Heart...
         September 22, 2014

Not Just the Wind is Cold (Frozen Hearts)...

Wandering, wondering
     at the Homeless still slumbering,
     their number increase daily,
     and the solution seems
     more further away than ever
     when the Powers that Be
     cannot get together
     to decide what's right...
The fight must be taken
     to the streets
     where the impoverished
     meet and greet each other,
     a society within the City
     that so many don't want to see...
Look upon your Brother
     and see he is just like any other;
     look upon your Sister
     and realize you may
     have missed her
     sitting on the curb hungry
     while you rush off
     to grab your ration
     of Fast Food and diet soda;
     look upon the Children
     and realize what they are missing
     is the example you don't give them,
     the concern, the empathy,
     the simplicity of a kind word...
Take a step in those shoes,
     torn and tattered,
     two sizes too small
     or two sizes too loose,
     with clothes they can't wash
     since the System does not recognize
     cleanliness as a need;
     heed the words of the Indigent,
     realize where the Pride went,
     spinning slowly down the drain  
     when every day is the same
     for nothing changes,
     it just rearranges
     dissolving into a Life of Futility,
     ensnared in the stupidity
     of a System that doesn't recognize
     or realize the Pride goeth
     not before
     but long after the Fall...    
          September 20,2014

Homeless Connect...

In air conditioned rooms
     deciding the Fate
     of the Homeless,
     praying it is not too late,
     choosing what might work
     and what is useless,
     trying to find a solution
     for the indigent and bootless
     in the Hope of giving Hope
     to those trapped
     within the System
     who come to Believe
     that it is all fruitless...
Live in a shelter
     for a week,
     wait in line
     for your commodities,
     tighten your belt,
     yet again,
     till you are weak,
     become so ingrained
     in the Travesty
     that you no longer
     wish to speak
     to the Jaded, to the Faded
     where your words
     fall on Deaf Ears...
You can not comprehend
     unless you have lived it,
     it doesn't matter
     how much you give
     if you don't allow
     the Poor their Dignity...
It's as though
     in the Shadows they hide,
     waiting for another
     line to form
     for food to eat
     or blankets to keep warm,
     then slip back into the Darkness...
Sadly said,
     this is the Norm,
     for you can't see
     what is Right
     unless you truly understand
     what is Wrong...
          September 4, 2014

Rose Colored Lens...

If I die Tonight,
     at least I know
     I tried to do what's Right,
     may not have made it
     but at least I finally saw the Light
     and pondered on the Mysteries
     and sadly subtle histories
     of Man's oh so sorry Plight...
Not a Knight, but a Vassal
     guarding the Gates
     to keep the Huns
     from storming the Castle;
     all too aware of the Danger,
     all too sure of the Hassles
     that ensue from trying to be true
     to yourself and the things
     you try to do
     despite all the outrageous Fortunes,
     ill advised comments,
     ominous Portents and Omens
     reminding me "You can't go Home again"
     (if there was ever such a place)
     where you could look in the Mirror
     and face the Reality,
     or is it we never truly see the Truth,
     just a part of it?...
Will it to be so;
     Adapt and Overcome,
     ain't that the way
     the story goes?...
One plant dies and another grows
     but in the same soil
     and how the Slaves toil,
     broiling in the noonday sun,
     another row finished
     but another has begun
     in the Field of Opportunity
     where there is no unity,
     just everybody scrambling
     for their share,
     with not a penny or a cigarette to spare,
     just Mistrust and Fear
     and hairy eyeball stares
     at the cut of your cloth
     or the length of your hair,
     never realizing
     or trying to understand where
     each of us is coming from
     for though we all see the same Sun,
     we bend to different Light...
                 August 4,2014

Night Shade...

Here we are again, Midnight,
     waiting on the
     break of Day,
     listening to the sound of Night,
     the World is never silent,
     sound never goes away...
Identify what you hear,
     listen to the Echo
     getting shorter
     as the footfalls come closer...
Remember, Trees murmur
     in their sleep,
     tossing and turning gently,
     swaying with the breeze
     or being rudely awakened
     by the Wind rushing by,
     racing to nowhere,
     just running from Joy...
Creatures of the Night,
     large eyed and silent,
     ever observant,
     on the look out
     for any sign of trouble,
     some Shadow out of place...
Faces soften in this light,
     Age fades into Darkness,
     shadows play with Time,
     subtle shades and random signs
     of years that may be
     or Innocence left far behind...
Nightshade,
     is there such a thing as
     Shadows within a Shadow,
     you may peer and you may ponder
     but can you never touch?...
Wisps, whights, wonders,
     opaque figures that
     walk not just the days,
     easier seen at Night
     as the Witching Hour approaches
     and subtle changes begin
     as Dawn awakens
     and begins cleaning
     her iridescent feathers
     in preparation for her flight,
     teasing the Horizon,
     hovering just above
     and whispering enticement
     in his ears
     with other sweet words
     of Earthly
     and Ethereal delight...
          July 28, 2014

Two Parties, One Lie...

The Nobility of Man is lost
     within the machinations
     of the Political Beast,
     devouring Truth
     and replacing it
     with sleight of hand
     and smoke and mirrors...
The System fails
     because it doesn't see
     the need to exist as one's self;
     it sees what must be resisted,
     the turning from the whole,
     the individuality of Man...
Don't think outside the box,
     crush it, burn it
     and let the smoke rise
     as an offering from the Altar
     to gods long abandoned,
     gods with faults and emotions,
     who ruled, not always wisely
     but open and honestly...
The Time has come to pray
     to ourselves, our Souls,
     to realize our faults
     and change them,
     to admit to our errors
     and make amends,
     not hide our mistakes
     and bury them,
     hoping they are down
     deep enough
     that the stink does not rise...
Open your eyes to the Truth,
     show those in Power
     that you see through their Lies,
     let the gleam in your eyes
     scare them back into the Shadows,
     into the Darkness
     from whence they came...
Don't play their Game;
     change what you can
     and ignore what you don't need,
     take what you know
     to be true and use it
     to lead you to where
     you know you should be
     and take those
     who believe as you
     and create the place,
     the World you need
     and the Fools and Liars
     bleed slowly away...
         August 28, 2014

The Root Tree (Walden Three)...

Follow the Fence line
     along the Highway
     to the River...
The rhythm of the car,
     hypnotic in the beat,
     the rise and fall
     like Waves
     crashing down
     upon it all,
     can hold you
     in its thrall
     and lead your mind
     to what some might
     unkindly say
     or call astray...
But it is all in
     the Point of View,
     others say...
And what is Mad
     and what is Sad to you,
     might I have a chance to say?...
We all have our Demons,
     the Hopes
     and the Dreams
     we rely on
     to make it through the Day...
At just what stage
     are you  comfortable,
     what is all you need
     as the End of your Day?...
Just a patch of blue and green
     with colors changing
     with the Seasons,
     it seems is all I need,
     a Sheltered Existence
     in the simplest sense...
Again, it seems to me,
     is all I've ever seemed to Dream...
            July 25, 2014
      

Rinse and Spit...

What progress has been made,
     for there are still
     Galley Slaves tied
     to the oars of sinking ships?...
What have we learned
     from Greece and Rome
     when Civilization
     has become more feral,
     more wolves roam,
     more vultures pick the bones
     of a society dying
     with no where
     to call home?...
Where is the Justice
     when only Revenge is dispensed?...
If you believe in Life,
     Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
     get thee hencs
     for you have archaic beliefs...
Fall to your knees
     and pray for Deliverance,
     not to Gods above
     but to the concepts
     of Charity and Love,
     for Misery loves company
     and the Government is not above
     letting you wallow
     in the Lies
     we have all been
     forced to swallow
     but it's time to
     spit it out
     and wash the bitter taste
     from our mouths...
         July 25, 2014

Fallen Idols...

The Glory that was Rome
      with all its faults and horrors
      was a Grand Design,
      ruined by Man's guilt
      in his own inequities...
By believing in the Heavens,
      he lost Faith in himself
      and in doing so
      allowed himself to be led
      by corrupt emperors
      and vain sacerdotals,
      using the Future
      to deny the Past
      and minimize the Present...
Look Within,
     realize what
     you are Without,
     peer beyond yourself
     and the Shadows of Doubt;
     trust your instincts,
     they never lie;
     don't be afraid to cry
     for yourself and others'
     for only Warriors cry,
     only Warriors cry
     at the Battle that still rages,
     always has
     that will for Ages...
         July 24, 2014

Turn the Other Cheek...

In your weakness
     you seek revenge
     against what is
     greater than you,
     for we are not
     all created equal,
     look around and realize
     this is surely true...
Resenting those placed
     above your station,
     reviling those below,
     you live in both
     fear and intimidation,
     shouting your frustration
     into the wind
     in the hopes your pleas
     will find God's ear...
But God does not send rain
     to wash away your fears;
     the world revolves by itself,
     a ball hung upon nothing,
     nothing changes but the years...
Count them, lose them
     and still the problem remains;
     this is not a Game called Life,
     it is yourself
     who must make the change...
          July 23, 2014

Suffer the Children...

What are your children learning,
     what yearnings do they have,
     what puzzles them,
     what muzzles them
     from asking questions?...
What have you taught them,
     what toy have you bought
     to distract them
     from the Truth?...
When did they lose
     their Innocence of Youth,
     when did they see
     the lies you tried to hide;
     the Ego, the Vanity,
     the Sin of Pride?...
We all learn from example
     but also from mistakes
     you need not possess the attribute,
     sometimes the reverse
     is what it takes...
Take the time to listen;
     learn from your children,
     remember when you turned away
     shaking your head,
     still wondering
     still pondering
     the questions left unanswered...
            July 23, 2014

Mustard Seed...

There is no strength
     to your conviction
     if you refuse
     to see another view...
Afraid your Walls of Jericho
     will come crashing down
     when the Trumpet of Truth
     sounds the battle cry...
Ask yourself, fool,
     set a task for yourself
    to see if your beliefs
    are the same
    as those you allow
    to rule over you...
One set of rules for the impoverished,.
    another for the rich;
    "You don't belong in this neighborhood,
    for I don't want
    to be reminded
    that you exist"...
Turn your Blind Eyes inward,
    stop stagnating,
    take a step forward,
    let your Journey begin..
         July 21, 2014

On the Third Day...

All the martyrs had it wrong
     the spotlight shone
     upon the final act
     while the audience
     lost the meaning of the play...
Better to live to fight another day
     another chance for someone
     anyone to hear and understand
     what it is you're trying to say,
     though you yourself may not
     comprehend the meaning...
What do you glean
     from bones left drying
    in the sun?...
The meat, the meaning
     is long gone
     and the brittle bones
     are of use to no one...
Run, then run
     to the sound of drums,
     wherever People are gathered,
     state your mind;
     for then maybe
     the Blind will see,
     the Dumb will speak,
     the Dead will rise...
     July 20, 2014

Good News?...

I'll take the poor,.
     let me feed them
     but let them not
     learn a thing...
Keep them in Darkness,
    keep the Ignorant
    so I may seem more
    noble when the Psalms
    to you I sing...
Keep us separated,
   let them stay degraded,
   they serve my purpose that way...
Give me your tired,
   here is a warehouse,
   let me pile them high
   like cords of wood...
Let them stay mired,
   this fen is just right,
   the more they struggle
   the deeper they sink...
They have got to learn
   that all their life they'll yearn
   but won't have peace
   until they die...
And you wonder why
   the Gospels make me cry...
  
     July 19, 2014

The Science of Life...

The light of day
     illuminating Truth and lies
     blinding many,
     opening others eyes...
Seek the Truth,
     find the cause,
     try to understand
     or in the spider's web
    of religious deceit and conceit
    you will be caught
    and you will be drained
    of your true Soul,
    a dried husk
    spinning in the shroud
    you have helped to weave...
Believe in the Nature of things,.
     understand the Joy,
     the simple pleasures
     Life can bring...
Take the time
    to dance and sing,
    understand yourself first
    and then see
    what you can bring
    to the table
    for we all have something to say,
    we just need to listen first...
    
      July 18, 2014

The Antichrist...

What Truth do you come seeking,
     what are you trying to rationalize?...
Is it the same language
     we are speaking
     why do you find me
     so easy to despise?...
If your Faith can't bear the question
     then forgive me if I mention
     that your house is built on sand...
Why do you think I need saving
     when you are drowning
     in your own lies,
     when Life's as simple as behaving,
     doing what's right
     and having a modicum
     of self pride...
If you won't see another view
     what the Hell do you
     think you'll do
     when you realize you may be wrong?...
I question everything
     for the answers it may bring,
     not afraid to be wrong
     'cos I've know all along
     that I want to do what's right
     so I can sleep well at night,
     not doing it just for me,
     it is in the hope that you may see
     what I'm still trying to understand...

          July 17, 2014

Social Services...

Pay day and everybody's Hey Day;
     counting tens and twenties,
     today not worrying about the ones;
     it comes and is just as fast spent,
     scratching your head
     and wondering just how fast
     the money went
     when very little was actually spent
     on the things you truly need...
The Wolf that you feed;
     his scent linger in the air,
     the smell of pot and other what-not
     and empty liquor bottles everywhere...
The occasional bag of groceries
     amid the 30-packs of beer,
     the people you owe money to
     you try to steer clear of...
Forgotten friends return,
     hoping for their turn
     in the Parade, in the Charade;
     Fair Weather Friends
     pretending to care
     until the money's gone
     when you will have to get along
     by quick feet and your wits again...
            
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Take my Sword...

A Knight's tale;
     I have taken the Veil,
     the caul that covered me
     at birth has been removed
     to reveal the Glory of Morning
     after Chivalry proven...
It took more than resolve
     to endure the Trial
     not of Fire, but of Desire
     so strong when you
     see not any wrong
     in the peaceful pleasure
     after the Measure of Time
     to convince myself
     that you wish to be mine...
Whilst I make no claim
     we are very much the same,
     for I know neither of us
     play the Foolish Game
     so prevalent today;
         "Love me, then go away"...
What lasts is what is real
what you believe is what you feel
helping each other deal
with the slings and arrows
that would otherwise
chill us to the marrow...

               July31, 2014