Fence Sentry

A cragged post stands a sentry fence

Holding ownership’s flags of forbiddance

Barriers connected with stern barbs and wire

And the medicine man dances the tribe’s dire

For the ranchers hold the land’s sentiment of aridness

With landscapes of ponderous yellow burnt starkness

And the vanishing points are jejune illusions

As are western deserts the home of delusions.

Phote: Brenda Krysh

Proposition

Don’t ever accept - a proposition

The first one is fashioned - to give

And the last one is certain - to take

There is a probable - abstraction

That assumes you will not - live

Beyond a meditation’s wake

For all karma must - forsake

The need to act - to forgive

And remain pure – without intention.

A pebble drops upon the panacean - lake

           The waves are - transformative

                      Nevertheless, the waters remain an open solution

The beast devours for self-preservation

           The rabbit digs a hole for the same inclination; and the missive

                     Reads - that the synergy must exist for existence - to take

Survival has many owners; most have their reasons; these remain - opaque

           Problems are questions waiting to become - remissive

                     Silence is the only one that understands - the proposition

Death has a single name no matter the masses in the annihilation

           Prayers speak of a goodness despite the moral - permissive

                     The long rows of stones mark humanity’s final - break.

What is a Vase if Not an Empty

What is a Vase if Not an Empty

Sempiternity is the emptiness of the vase

With time being the vessel’s surface that contains the space.

Sentiment fills the structure with all senses of the heart

 And with glittery objects that make for splendid transient art.

Romantic matters and idealistic notions are set upon a grandiose base

Where the power of ephemerality stands while holding death’s face

And bitter tears, for the sentimental “I am” of Descartes,

Fall like fragile rose stems torn apart

And placed into the void that is the universal vase.

Where the inward is the relative outward & the outer is the macro inner space.

These empirical affectations become the ill fates of logic and its vessel’s chart.

And so, what is a vase - if not an empty of nothingness;

And if inverted, inside out, then a fill of everythingness?

Sutherland Springs

Sutherland Springs

Corinthians  5:14

For Christ’s love compels us, since we have reached this conclusion:

If One died for all, then all died.

A blessed Sunday morning in a Church of Worship

Meets a small community with a Texas-size heart.

Gathered around the ministry – for it is time for prayer.

Join hands and greet your neighbor in this fellowship.

The Lord’s blessings and love shall all share

In this, the House of God and Sutherland Springs.

Praise be to God and Peace on to you - Friend.

The noon hour comes, when we shall all break bread

And offer praise and gratitude for all we share.

Pray towards the heavens for all will come to an end

For there is a madman with eyes of evil out there;

As death’s hand touches them and then, the church bell rings.

Long days of grieving will follow, after the slayed have been counted.

There was a baby; and an elder; and many, many more

Who, on a warm autumn day, the brethren shared the call.

There was a shooter, with killing on his mind, to be accounted

And there, a good neighbor who came to save the church so no more would fall.

Now they must bury their loved ones - while Amazing Grace sings.

The Secret of Vanishing Points

A noose sways in the wind

Moving slightly one way

Then back the opposite -

Back and forth it moves

Intermittently between being

And not being -

As the moment decides

Whether letting go

Or holding on -

Is also the interval

That exists before

And after life -

Is the nostalgic past

Different from the pained

One?

How does history change -

Is it not always

the same event?

That is, except when memory

Paints it into a future frame

Where all the paths disappear

To an uncertain eternity

Once, one is no longer

Part of its reference –

Thus, a vanishing point

Leads the eye of the painter

And distorts the poet’s meaning.