Red

From the inferno’s fires red

Sanguine and essence are wed

The join conceived notions

Hewn in flesh; refined in emotions.

 

Crimson flares and tongues in flame

Live only to consume those fed in blame

Along with the lost innocent lambs

To remain the demon’s fire in condemn.

Blue

From the ambitious day’s brightness

And from the desperate night’s darkness

There is a meeting time when gentle light caresses

With dawn’s soothing blues of redresses;

Or with dusk’s wistful tears in crimson prism-

Brushing life’s pained canvass into a blended schism.

Blue is a wayward son; the reluctant child

Who is the farthest away from all that is wild.

An Unseen Reflection

If the eyes are the mirrors

to the soul

 

Then how we see life

Is a reflection

of each touch we make

 

And it is in the light

When we are blind

That darkness makes sense.

Here in the Past

How did my grasp lose hold?

Who took my vast view

And all that I once knew?

Leaving me alone in this cabin room

Filled with strange keeps, yet old

Things that now haunt and loom

Over the edges of my black sea.

Where severed memories lie

Floating about in broken tie

To what was once me.

My life, when did it cast

Away leaving me in the past.

Pi at 2 AM

In delving into the immenseness of this chapel sky

The immediacy of reason and sanity evaporates

Into the schemes and images hidden amongst stars.

 

Their seemingly stilled images – chaotic vestiges;

Where the begin and the end share infinite pi

 

And timelessness and black space have unique elaborates

As the heart and the spirit battle against the mind’s bars

That secret away the touchstone as its own aegis.

One

In reflecting the impermanence of the one sky

While the moon’s light dwells by - so casually

Amongst the wisps of white travelers; sailing

One disowns life’s encumbrances

And marries instead the notion to fly

Across the spectrum – so beautifully!

 

For neither the one worshipper nor the one reveler

Shall seek need for long remembrances.

Dawn’s Finding

Transference of life thru the morning’s first light

Whether to find the ravagers of the lost night

Or to wait the blessings of the blue edged sight

Count your followers and tend their needs

Send out the hunters and gatherers of seeds

We must bury those who lost their creeds

Give homage to who survived the demon’s voracious fight

Lest inevitable time; we shall all sweep away in eventual flight.

Boats by a Barn

Underneath the bruised skies of fall

The old children migrate to their call

And to mother’s womb that is their hue

Returning home from distant seas

To rest upon the cold bromegrass dew-

For only the triangle barn’s pleas

Are waived the for a boat’s reeds

To survive a dangerous sea’s deeds.

Oceans

Life’s least motions

are exalt emotions

touching the rare

and exposing bare

the heart’s devotions;

love another’s care

never to seek or dare

to cross alone - life’s oceans.

A Place of Pain

The air is froth in the madness of sanity

where reason slips into clouds of enmity

between the light’s inure

and a velvet dream’s allure

seeking flight’s answer for height

while the abyss explains the night;

the rain’s graces will not abide

pain’s need to hide.

Eternize

In the relative presence of all things

of matter and of the ephemeral

realities that contain the conflicts

between the forces of impermanence

and the eternized human condition;

time sways the pendulum in motion

close and then, just beyond a desperate grasp

to hold on to a breath’s last gasp.

Secret Portals

Within the masterful walls

Well beyond heaven’s lines

Dwells a soul who dines

On Eve’s sweet kiss upon his vines

That hold and ease his pain

Whilst time abides life’s reign

Of fruit wrested from paradise

Sitting at the portal from whence we rise.

Upon Death and Dying

Friends are like leaves

They come and go as the eves-

Flourishing in the spring

And then falling like a broken wing

in the chill of autumn air;

A colored and dead affair

Of a season run its course.

It can be no worse

When winter’s whitened place

With its placid face

Against the stark stand

Of a lover’s cherished tree

Holding arms bare of thee.

There is reason of hope

To endure and cope

Of death’s terrible reign-

To believe is not insane,

As I will always love you just the same;

Can anyone see me; this was our blame...

Poem's Time

There is a time of a poem

When there is no firm a term

Nor fact of intelligent germ;

Of wasted allowance

nor of invested compliance.

As it all will fall into a wistful tome

Of a life once lived long, in a certain

Place, where sinews always made gain

Against the aging physics of pain.

And when one must now regretfully forgive

The reality of a mind’s purple veil of misgive.

The Ocean Waves

When the oceans rise in waves

Upon the warm sands

All the days of our stays will change

And the darkness that surrounds us

Shall keep you in quietness

For all the time of our parting

Until time shall bring us to

The ocean’s place where we lived

And died.

How true you were when you promised

That you’d never leave

And that I would never need to find you.

Your breath is in the air-

Your essence is in the water-

And the fragility of life-

Is the very reason we have loved forever.

Being Now

The ant walked across the hill

Of sugar – how else could it feel?

 

The bear slept to keep hold

Until spring’s urgency lost cold.

 

The man lived all the reasons

To satisfy time for all seasons.

 

Yesterday; tomorrow? Nothing else matters.

Being now, sun, stars dark…  no one gathers.

The Solitary Soldier

In the virile days of spring

Young men - strong and pure

Go off to wars of unknown lure.

 

Whilst the horns and bells ring;

Jingoistic echoes and songs always noble.

Naked skins in guise of crisp green uniform;

While politician with wagging tongues spit ignoble

Truths to wage and stage an ill form.

 

In the dying days of winter

The aging soldiers sit in wait

For time to return an abated fate.

 

Before the line of white crosses splinter

Across the green fields filled deep in loss

Of the fallen who found peace before old age.

 

While all insanity stares in for cause

Of a life left to ponder in dark silent rage.

Coming of Age

Age pursues each day

as if time were still

and the years - they

wait a minute’s will

to disappear

into a dream or a fear

while the third eye -

holds all in deny.

A Summer Party

At summer’s end two gatherings were found

As the heat of the cool night’s air surround

‘tisan’s rooms of art, lit and pour pure confetti

And music and the party swirls all around-

The ‘burbans sit near the fires of petty

Exchanging between tattlers and cutters.

While the tunes blast away at the white shutters;

Harmony warms while the cold sits in shudders.

Desert Flower

Where do you dance daughter of the moonlight

After the music stops and calls prince night-

Does the sun’s heat insist you take a path

Far beyond a weighted prosaic death

Or do you wait the night’s mid call-

To create in oil paints of enthrall

While the blackbird sings to arise;

Behold - a blossom’s moon eyes.