Sep 30 2008
Philosophy
someone’s idea
of what I should think
quotes
words to live by
maxims
axioms
axiomatic truisms
Man can not embrace his own experience
blah blah blah
Made for empty minds
compelled to fill
to stave off the hunger
for something true.
Time? Space? Libido complex?
Delusions of grandeur? perhaps.
Know what you know and
know that you know,
I always say
Ivory towers are better
left for ivy
and long-haired beauties looking
for love
copyright 2008
Sep 26 2008
The doorbell rings
and I find
scattered
rose
petals
scribbled with words.
copyright 2008
Sep 25 2008
She fell into
tempted sleep where
her dreams took turns
spinning images
swirling and twirling
“I will not get dizzy,”
she insisted
And the room write-ted
Itself
A book thunked Sarah
on the head and
she sat in Alice’s teacup
bobbing on a slice of lemon
Voices wafted
and she peered over the edge
to listen in
But the book in her lap
insisted, Read me!
Sarah looked at
the cover
whose title did a lovely
pas de deux, bowed and touted
The Secret of Clues
Sarah opened the volume
finding its pages
empty of words
but so deep in wisdom
that a Hand
reached in
and pulled
Sarah from
herSelf
so she could see
Outside
Babbles bounced away
like so many
butterflies
And the Silence welcomed
her back
“It’s been a long time,”
Sarah thought as she
dug in her garden
So many flowers
un-noticed
“Hello, my lovelies,”
she waved.
“So good to
see you again”
And just as
the Sun
reached down in
its morning embrace…
copyright 2008
Sep 23 2008
I play the happy fool
who loves to make you laugh
but oh how life is cruel
for you do not know the half
I was not born a clown
a stupid dancing doll
nor a bunny in the down
to decorate your hall
I’m not the flippant fiddler
who dances on the roof
or the country bumpkin whittler
who’s missing his front tooth
Nor am I the mother
who brings you tea and cakes
whose heart goes all aflutter
by the mudpies that you make
I’m just a lonely traveler
on the twisty road of life
whose problems sometimes rattle her
and tempts her with a knife
So if you’re feeling blue dear
please look the other way
I’m not the super glue here
Just struggling through the day.
copyright 2008
Sep 22 2008
Words
the enemy
cutting
fresh blood and
new bruises
Shining the
light
darkly
on the mess
that is
Me
Gouging
fairy
tales
and happy
endings
Laughing at
self-deceit
Crying
I catch them
scratching at
mind
begging entry
to
wreak
wicked
schemes
Promising to
behave
and splash
beautiful
images across
pages
In the last
moment
they dash to
their own freakish
nightmare
and drag me
screaming
along with
Them.
copyright 2008
Sep 21 2008
Heart
(within)
Heart
love eternal
has led you
Here
in faith, joy and
cherished consent
of the
Music
that sprung from
your
Souls
and took wing
in the night
to hear the
whisper of
Stars
the laughter of
Planets
and know the
embrace of the
Moon
your dance of
Forever
and ever more
leaves its steps
in the
Sky
which envies your
Flight
for Mel & Steve,
with love & best wishes
copyright 2008
Sep 17 2008
Inevitable
moths drawn to flame
in endless circling dance
fluttering wings
sharing breath
exchanging color
and flow
Inevitable
sun to moon
one chasing the other
across the sky
stars standing in between
dark swallowing
light
meteor storms and
rainbows exhale
Inevitable
passion and heat
bleary eyed, wet embrace
consume and extinguish
the dance of
bodies in raptured motion
the breath of desire
whispered and bitten
on the edge of the
earth
which shatters and
ceases
Inevitable
yes
inevitable
copyright 2008
Sep 15 2008
stab, skip, flow,
do your job
suck the words from my
brain
make it work
take the junk piled in the
back of my mind
become something
anything
is it the music? what would you
like? jazz, blues, reggae, metal???
dance little pen of
mine
make me look good
make me look smart
there must be something
utterly profound about orange
metallic nail polish
never mind the beads
of sweat, they smear
the ink so nicely give them the words
(which you are in short supply of my friend) that nice
little flourish.
dance damn you!
Dance!
copyright 2008
Sep 14 2008
Captured the mind?
that constantly
ticks and
scratches
with pulse and pen
a furtive eye
sanguine wit
reStless soul
The thought ejects itself
like a factory second
and explodes into
laughter
splattering against the wall
And then it plays
the tune again
a silly ditty
that repeats over
and over in my mind
until I’d rather hear
teeth grating tin foil
‘til I’d rather be herding
cats in a tornado
But above the roar it
plays
and plays some more
and I daren’t wonder
at its truth
or its eyes
and can only be
a-Mused
until the music ends (will it?)
copyright 2008
Sep 11 2008
We don’t want to forget
so we read
the Names
we sound the bells
we Remember
We don’t want to lose (again)
so we go to the desert
get them their justice
bury our dead
read the Names
sound the bells
We want to honor
so we wrap them
in Flags
gentle their bodies
into hallowed ground
utter prayers
relinquish tears
fight the futility
carry on
build memorials
fight amongst ourselves
drive with the lights on
wonder Why
why can we not live
in co-existence
God does not want this
we do not want this
I do not want this
who wants this?
We do not want to forget (them)
so we read the Names (and weep)
we sound the bells (to their souls)
We Remember (always)
copyright 2008
Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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