A Third Person Omniscient

Where did they find the third of his person;

When did the blind man’s gyration

Cross the spectrum of all his ambitions?

To become a place where he was done

Wrested away from forms and from bowels

That had been from her beginnings.

And that have forevermore held as one;

Though never have they shared the forebodings

That brought them to this single place of blue mornings.

Where the garden’s stones tell many an epitaph

Held precious by all those who came to rest

Below those mighty boughs of armies who once stood

Firm against the rampaging forces in an immoral quest

For all knew not - his place; or her time; nor their graph.

Running in the Mirror of Time

Only a mirror to view time

And place I’ve just crossed

That never cared who I was

Nor forgave ‘lorn aspirations.

Yet, the distance holds me from myself

While grasping at all my fatal ambitions.

The distance was a boundless point.

The time an endless reflection of mirrors. 

Light n Dark

Declarative – rhetorical

Morning – evening

Effusive – mourning

Sunshine – darkness

Valid – fantasy

Purpose – reckless

Theoretical – empirical

Pain – ecstasy

Black – white

False – right

Craft – destroy

Truth – ploy

Time – space

Prime – place

Stark – fanciful

Breath – death

Rivers – daughters

Work – play

Sane – obsess

Happiness – blindness

Life – balance

Certain – chance

Perdition – halcyon

A Place In Nature

In the woods, where lives calm,

Is a place where life and decay

Persist in an eternal synergy

As does body and soul

In a communion with everything.

 

Paths neither begin nor end;

Simply directions to follow

Along the way where one evolves

Around the notions of predatory

Intentions that must have - to be.

Or by sanguine ideals of romantics

that must be – to want.

 

And in reality, where perspective reigns;

Neither chaos nor serenity have matter.

How Fast Can You Run

The mighty tiger asks, “How fast can you run?”

 

And all the forest is stricken still.

 

The winds shriek all night before the sun

Uncovers those that felt the kill.

 

A young boy leaps out grasping at the pall-

Only the warrior’s capes can save his fall

Unto the screaming silence that is his private hell.

 

And from the night a voice asks, “Can you tell

This place from where all are one shell?”

 

The meek lamb asks, “Does it make sense

To look for me - in the present tense?”

 

The tiger snarls, “How fast can you run?”

Apart

Visually -

It is all apart.

 

Rationally -

All apart it is.

 

Romantically -

Apart it is all.

 

Triangulating art -

Found a point - apart.