All Aboard...

Cleansing Rain,

changing Seasons

Rise and Fall

Life and Death

spend not your Time

searching for Reason

for Man

has become UnNatural

the Freight Train's

cars open wide

and The Herd tumbles out.\,

bumbling towards

the Cattle Call;

Sightless Seers,

Flightless Birds,

wings clipped at Birth

with little

(if any)

Self-Worth,

Taught to Despise

Free Thought,

Hoping the Lies they bought

were not at

too High a Price...

Sept. 30, 2015

Watch Your Step...

Learning,

always Learning

and,

in that,

a Turning away

from what is not for me,

not this it

was not always seen,

it was just

too much to bear,

almost too much to believe
One can Care for Another

until the Other

Discovers for Themselves

to Care for Themselves...

 

Till then,

upon the dusty shelf

you will sit

with forgotten Tomes

of Alexander's Knot

and The Fall of Rome

with Lessons Lost as well

for God did not create Hell,

we each make our own...

Sept. 29, 2015

Acid Tears...

I have Sympathy

for Satan,

the Original Lost Soul,

who thought

(perhaps too much

or vainly)

he might have

some semblance of Control

when his Being,

his Existence,
as ours,

is beyond our

Understanding,

beyond our grasp,

not ours to claim

but to lay at the feet

of the Father,

try to complete

our small part,

our small role

 in the Mystery,

the Marvel 

of the Celestial Design

meant to teach us

how to Live...

  Sept. 25, 2015

Jezreel Street (Ghetto Gazing, Hearing the Hood)...

No longer

any Chance

in my Life,

there is Reason, 

Method to this Madness,

Earth filled with Sadness

as the billion

different Worlds spin,

each on its own Melancholy Moon,

Barren, Void,

Destroyed to Ruin,

Lost in Lonely Orbits

about the Dead Sun

that give no Warmth...

 

Fields laying Fallow,

Sheep Lost in Withered Pastures

Grandeur of SkyScrapers
Lost among the Shadow

they themselves cast;

Shepherds have become

the Last to Know

but the First to ask

for More 

(always More)

than their Fair Share...
 

Sept. 25, 2015

 

Apia Avalon...

Fiery Trail
Flaming
Reds and Oranges
aglow
with SunSet's
soft Glory;
therein
lays the Story
of Fading
but, somehow,
at the same Time,
Restoring,
Boring into your Soul,
Raising you over
the Knoll
to where the
Barge to Avalon awaits,
 and the White Witches
with Gossamer skirts
and Lace Bodices
with Excalibur,
awash in Incandescence
as Night Pulls Shade
from its mantle
and covers Earth
in Sleep yet again...
 
Sept. 25, 2015
 

Spirit of Wood...

Towards Track

turns the Breeze

as my shins tingle

and humming

fills my knees;

air crackles,

a Vibrant Voice

beckons me above it all,

beneath me...

Politics;

Pointless Posturing,

Nurturing Nothing,

siding against One Another

instead of United

in Common Cause...

Religion,

Saving Souls

at the Expense 

of a Life,

as if the Empathy

is Good enough

but Thought without Action
is a Flower

without Bloom...

Sept. 26, 2015

Rue de Regret (A Knight's Tears)...

Need a pair of Greaves

for when amid

Branches and Leaves,

Brambles, Bushes

and Old Growth Trees

tend to bark my shins

and scuff the knees

of my pants,

but therein

lies the Romance,

the Element of Surprise,

Age tells,

it never Lies

though not always

Self-Evident

(to ourselves we Lie the most)

we are

(most of us)

indeed

all our own Ghosts,

Shadows of Ourselves,

Lagrime Corpore,

Pale Comparisons

to what may have been

Again,

there lies the Sin...

 

Sept. 21, 2015

 

Shine, then Rise...

A Blank Page,

never feel my Age,

always, still,

the Youngest

Kid on the Block;

no Concept 

of Time or Money,

no Eye on the Clock

(that's funny,

considering Time

is of the utmost);

at least

a morning toast

or a plain bagel

to plant the coffee

coursing through me,
a medium Turbo,

Light and Sweet,

Day's begun...

Where starts your Day;

mine long before

first Light of Dawn,

ere the Cardinal announces

and Earth bounces

from the rumble of

the Asphalt Cutters

miles away

as Manifest Destiny

and Eminent Domain

come to play in my head,

wondering what 

might have grown here

 instead of:

Rotting Tracks

and Crumbling Factories

Rusted Rails,

Faded Memories

of the Glory that was Rome,

crazed Emperors,

Divine Comedies;

it's no joke,

Brother,

or it is

but the joke is on you...

You Decide

not to go along,

placidly chewing your cud

or hiding,

crying you couldn't;

all it takes

is to have a little Pride... 

Sept. 21, 2015

Gabby...

Fresh Faced,

Angel hair

and Eagle Eyes,

Alert and Awake,

no putting a Scare

into this Girl

for she holds the World

in her Open Arms

and Open Heart;

her parents

must have known from the start,

Fools they were to

try to tear asunder

the Natural Beauty,

this Marvelous Wonder

put on Earth,

not to Take,

but Give,

not to get Educated

but to Learn and Live...

Shine on, Sweet Girl
as if you have a choice

but we all do

and you answered, 

"Yes..."
in a Voice that Sings...

Sept. 26, 2015

Take Heed (II)...

Five cars long,

not including Locomotive,
Silver Surfer
shaking Earth 
and rattling
railroad gravel
as Crows cry out,
"Twelve-Thirty,
bound for Derby",
yards behind,
in Slipstream's Embrace,
Iridescent,
almost Incandescent,
Black-Winged Honor Guard
under Chalk-Colored Blue Sky,
with Cotton Candy Clouds
turning into a Herd of
White Buffaloes,
grazing among the Azure Hues...

No small clue
to the Existence,
regret not your Resistance,
be glad you may still be saved...

Sept.26, 2015

Fairly Obvious...

Bullshitters,
Word splitters,

Lie spitters,

uttering UnTruths 

they have come to Believe;
no, not Believe

but Follow

lest the Hollow Ring 

to their Words

increase the faint

Echo of Truth

within the Lie

for that is a Lie

in and of itself;

a Refusal,

Going Along,

not Participating,

no Perusal

for it is easier

to Live another's Life

than to decide yours...

Rise above,

surprise yourself;

you are Greater 

than you know

but only if  you Believe...

Sept. 27, 2015

Slant...

Different,

but the same,

what, 

then, is it 

that has changed;

not the Air,

though it smells sweeter,

not the Moon

or the Stars

or the Sun,

they are still hung

upon the Celestial Tapestry

separating us
from the Gods,

Great and Small,

those forgotten 

in crumbling ruins

on vine-covered jungle walls

where Panther lurks

and Python crawls...

 

Light

my Way,

Light 

the Day,

show me the Way

to a Home

I've never known;

the Time has come

for me to live Alone,

to see if i can bear myself

to see if i can spare myself

a little Time

to gather myself

for the Battles yet to come...

Sept. 9, 2015

 

Clean Break...

History

speaks of it,

no Mystery,

the Bible foretells of it

why should I

have to spell it out for you

when it was writ

for all to See

in the Millennia

before you and me?...

 

You know the Truth of this;

what Need for Justice,

Cold Courts,

where Vengeance not Wisdom

is dispensed,

where Less and Less is Learned

and More is Lost,

more minds

tossed into the Fire,

more Minds turned

away from the Simple Truths,

the Little Voice

reminding you,

not chiding you

of the Way to go

you already know

but allow your Fears

to hold you back...

 

Break Free from yourself,

accept your Faults

as well as your Virtues

for the always outnumber them;

move beyond,

move along,

there are no

Innocent Bystanders here...

Sept. 12, 2015

 

 

It's Just You...

Think for yourself,

Believe in yourself,

hold True to your Beliefs

or find a better Way

to Live your Life

for all its Strife

and Suffering

within this Veil of Tears

One needs buffering;

how the ears ring

in the Midst of the Tempest,

the Maddening Crowd,

where the Loudest

say the least

and if you Turn the Other Cheek

the Reality is

Society will Judge you Weak

and still more Sorrow

will you meet...

 

Stand

for what's True,

Believe in better,

Prepare, Persevere

is how to withstand

the inclement weather;

look before you Leap,

Think before you Speak,

Pray and Thank God

before you Sleep

and Praise

the Light of Day

if it finds you...

 

Sept. 14, 2015

Fly True...

Watch the Arrow

as it nears its Apex;

seems to almost

catch its Breath

before,

with determined face,

plunging towards Earth;

Helical, Mystical,

Spiritual fletching,

stretching, straining,

no Time to explain,

must be off and on my way

for I've been too long astray

and the Time is right

to do what I was meant for...

 

Metaphors against

Closed Doors,

look at the pretty bauble,

ah, now you've bought

half the story

and if that compels you

wonder about more,

no harm, no foul,

no Irritable Bowel Syndrome

from keeping it all in

for,

once again,

there lies the Sin

as when you never Begin

when you Believe Compassion

is enough;

wrong, Brother,

it is only in the Action

lies the Love;

one Thought

will not change a moment

but one move

might save the Day,

or the World...

 

Sept. 17, 2015

Chateau Real...

Wearing a Dead Man's shoes,

we don't always get to choose

where the Path will lead us,

many Times I've turned,

many bridges burned,

some things are not meant for you;

you see the Twist of Fate

only when it's too late,

the Point of No Return,

making the same mistake

and expecting a different Fate,

even you did not believe it True...

 

Yet another gone,

not even forgotten

it's as though you never Existed,

joining the Shadow People,

keeping your Pain with you

to the Grave;

you never had a chance,

who could save you,

flying Under the Radar,

Off the Grid,

hidden from Polite Society

(whatever that is,

and if

you believe such a thing Exists),

it strains my Sobriety,

the Anger, the Tears...

 

No, not ever Forgotten;

ever shall I have the cap

you gave me from Nicaragua,

walking miles in your boots, Brother;

Travel well, Tom...

Sept. 10, 2015

Precipice...

Allow me my moments

in the Midst;

having Fits,

Railing and Raging

at the Windmills,

groaning and sweating

at the uphills,

just a boy on his bike

after all these years,

still Crazy, still Crazy

(so it would seem,

so one might fear)

Medicated and Dedicated

to the Pursuit of

Life, Liberty

and the Pursuit of Happiness,

just a little would suffice,

enough to share,

better still

and that would be nice...

 

You can only do

what you can do

when you can do it;

you can only go as far

as your Will allows,

sometimes the Brain swirls,

the Mind twirls,

Systems overload

and Reality reaches for the door...

 

Count to ten,

count your Blessings,

there are Greater

and Lesser than you

but you are where you need to be

to do the things you need to do,

if you choose to do so...
 

Sept. 9, 2015

 

Northern Light (English Sunset)...

Warm September musing,

Imagination i am using,

it is not as if

it is of my own choosing,

this is what i do...

How i can become

Lost in a Smile;

what matters the miles 

then,

with a face honest and open,

words of Promise and Hope,

how could One not take note

in the gentle Wonder of you?...

 How easy to fall

for Words Written

not Spoken;

you can play your own Notes

to the words read

and yours fill me

with Hope,

chill me

to the bone,

knowing i am not Alone

in Caring for Others

and this Earth...

If Distance did not Exist,

would you spare a kiss for me;

Sweet Lady, Gentle Girl,

how easy it would be

to fall on bended knee,

knowing the is so much more

to the Treasure i already see...
 

Sept. 7, 2015

Secure (True Faith)...

A weight lifted,

shoulders that sagged,

Endurance had flagged,

felt always lagging behind

and, now, to find

Daylight,

the Light between the cracks

was not False;

in the face of facts

how can One go back,

how can One deny Truth

in the name of Self Preservation;

what is Good for One

may not be

for the Good of the Nation,

why is it Strength in Numbers

only works for The Herd,

Placid and Flaccid,

a Pale Shadow,

Caricatures of Humanity,

disgruntled with your lot,

Brother, don't take it

out on me

because I have take

the Time to see,

why should I also wallow

in your Misery?...

 

Do the Math,

take the Path,

the straightest Way

to the Truth

is through your Beliefs;

Question yourself

and see if you like the Answers...

 

Aug. 26, 2015

Fruit of the Garden...

The Myriad of Voices,

towering Babel,

packages rustling

as trays teeter towards tables;

Friday Night sights,

Friday Night fights

as the YoungBloods strut

in their finest street apparel

with logos blazing

and hungry Eyes

gazing crazily

at the skinny jeans,

at the chaotic scene

that lies before them

in incandescent splendor,

like pre-pubescent Witches of Endor

luring them,

leading them on

without knowing,

unaware what they show,

roses that lose their bloom

long before they grow,

wilted on the vine,

vinegar from wine...

 

Teach your Children,

indeed,

or  listen to the screams

till your ears bleed

for not only

Reap what you Sow

you have to watch

the crops you raise grow

or does your field lie fallow?...

 

Aug. 28, 2015

Dawning...

Sobering,

looking over and out

and Within

at Virtues and at Sins

and where does one begin

to explain what seems so obvious,

so simple

no need for kneeling Penitents

before some blood-soaked Temple;

painfully Honest

because the Truth hurts

forgive me,

if I call you on your shit

but feel free

to do the same for me

for we all need

Honesty in our Lives

to help us separate

the Wheat from the Chaff,

Truth from the Lies

for you can't always read

it in their eyes...

 

Sept. 3, 2015

Almost Autumn...

Crisp Apple Morning,

Color beginning to change,

not because of the Temperature

(as is commonly Believed)
but because of the change

in Light,

how the angle

and the Distance

have Diminished and Strengthened

as Shadows lengthen

as you slow your pace

and gather your Breath

cursing your Good Intentions

and, say,

have I told you

I have heard mention

"One is punished best

for One's Virtues"

Lawdy, yes,

how I've come to Believe

in this

and so much more is True...

 

See the Breeze,

cannot be felt

behind windows,

room sized and thermal;

the flag as it flutters

give the wind's speed and direction;

all that is need3d

is an eye patch and a parrot,

if you make the connection,

playful, confection of a Day,

who would have it

any other way?...

 

Sept. 4, 2015