Elegy to Lazer Princess

Elegy to Lazer Princess

Who am I

What am I

Why am I

Who was I

My words were of no use

Different is the label

I wore

Yet, I was the same

To myself

You expected change

When change was already

In front of you

You could not

You would not

See me -

See the unicorn

That I always had been

I choose to walk away

To find another way

To be just me

Now all unicorns whisper

Look who has arrived

A prince who is a princess-

A princess who is a prince-

Does not really matter...

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Noise of Silence

Tell me what thing

is the untruth

so that I might know

which question is true

is the blue in the sky

and a single sun

a way to measure presence

or is the infinite blackness

of the night

with countless stars

whispering their secrets

of an origin

the way of an eternal mind

is the heat of the moment

merely a burst

of creation

or is the boundless cold

of infinity

the one and only meaning

is the noise

of the senses

“the experience”

and “the purpose”

or does silence

own the only say

in the end

if one should be not there

today nor tomorrow

will then one exist

forever in the past tense

if you remember

my eyes today

will we see each other

in the tomorrow

is gain or loss

the only reason

are life and death

the only state

or is there some other way

of being

is truth in the dark

different then the truth

in the light

if, one cannot see.

Glint of Perceptions

Glint of Perceptions

out in the deep spaces

exists vast oceans

of nothingness

where she rules her realm

of darkness

with a cold dispassion

while her sun,

positioned in a gravitational

point of context,

redeems presence of mind

with a glint of light

that transcends perception

Losing Days

Losing Days

In the late of December, when days fall short and cede their fragile hold of the blue in the sky, waits the long hard winter as her pressing gowns of clouds surround the fleeting moments that feed

into the night making for beautiful silhouettes of darkness...

En El Río de la Música

En El Río de la Música

Flying chevrons position across the broadening sky;

Scattered markings center and circle

Gathering to pursue warmer horizons

As the day’s length relents its place

And a sentimental heart steadies for the long farewell

The waves of uncertainty cannot foretell

Whether the ships of fortune might sink or rise

Above the whims of misfortune

One can hear only the songs of the rivers

Playing upon seas of time and on the long good bye.

En el río de la música no hay forma

Breezes of Nuance

Breezes of Nuance

There were whispers calling at the edge

Asking questions about the moment

That was disappearing unto the walls.

What is there to say to a room that calls

Away the light of reason into a torment

And urges to step closer to the ledge

Where the spaces between past and present wedge

Upon the mind’s natural flow

Appalling the eyes to see unfamiliar stays;

Believing that windows and doors are ways

From where memories move to and fro

Like breezes of nuance moving across the field’s sedge

And with each empty grasp the heart sighs

At the glooming of the light;

Seeking the peaceful touch of night.

For tomorrow blue skies

Will stand in solemn expanse and height

As the line of black birds fly away from sight.

What moved me away to the edge -

Will I understand what it meant

To come to be where a sinner falls.

Run Climb and Fall

The fire ambers wasted away in the darkness

Of the punishing room  - emptying the night’s mares

Out the window in a chase for a new day fluoresce

The mountain’s brawn forming stairs

To run and run seeking the morning’s cool caress.

There’s something magical in the air

When the old night sheds away the covers of blindness

And dawn’s naked vagaries hint of bare

Silhouettes, with the flowing hair,

Fleeing across to the distant kindness.

Eyes are closed in fear however, they can see

The end at the long edge of time

And heaven from a mountain’s climb

     One must eventually fall unto the sea

Where air and water chime as internal rhyme.

  

For Emily - Rose Stones

Rose Stones

These rose stones

to keep near your heart

hold them close for their tones

are in strands of healing art

as the vows that we’d never be apart.

“These thirty-four years

have been lovely and deep

we made our promises to keep

and we have many more

days to go before we sleep ..."***

***lines

Robert Frost "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Breathe

Breathe

Holding your breath

While at the ledge

Where there is doubt

The questions grow ponderous

Like fantastical gargoyles

With heavy and immotile wings

Sitting in flightless posture

Peering down into the nothingness

Seeking the grounded notions of where

Waiting time’s slice of when

While the immenseness of the open air

Offers answers in the friction of flight

Where stone wings will turn into feathers

Una escala para cada ala’

Now,  breathe and let fly...