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Friday, February 10, 2012

Uncertainty

Posted by admin on January 21, 2012

A principle dictating impossibility

For the mouse who builds her house

In the upturned fields

Of God’s creation.

 

The fog that blinds the treachery

Planned for me by my own heart

Beneath golden dreams

Of temptation.

 

A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath

Glaring LED – drops hopes

Hurriedly for tomorrow

Of absolution.

 

The colored page steady time reveals

Is blank for another long hour

That brings no assurance

Of resolution.

 

Another power comes – not lightly –

To shed brilliant heat

On the crumbled ashes

Of dejection.

 

A voice whispers, a call pleasantly

Promises peace; I hear

Soft sweet songs – promises

Of inspiration.

Looking Back

Posted by admin on January 13, 2012

In the mirror a monster stares

At an unfamiliar world–

Full of tears born of steel claws,

Needle fangs and acid tongue–

Born of a naive nightmare

In a bacchanalian rage

Under the cold stars of selfishness,

Between the sheets of pride.

This mirror beast glowers

At a repentant heart.

Does the beating blood

Carry the strength of change?

Does the beating blood

Echo only past lies?

This heart, this brain–twisted

In confused wires–needs hope.

True blood, do not fail

To turn this loathsome Hyde.

Eternity

Posted by admin on January 4, 2012

Forever.
A day plus a day plus infinity.
Happiness, bliss, one day
rolls from joy to joy, merrily.

Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.

Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?

Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.

Meaningful Effort

Posted by admin on November 9, 2011

E
Effort
The time and energy spent
Pursuing an invisible dream

M
Meaningful
What happens when the energy
Creates opportunity
Builds relationships

Meaningful Effort
Making the invisible
Visible
In ways that matter

 

 

Rain

Posted by admin on November 6, 2011

running from rain in the shadows
calling to the sun from the earth
searching the dank for fleeting heat
breathing naught but mold

you pause

breathless

before plunging again
again
again

into the swirling ache
where dreams slip into hate

Pips

Posted by admin on October 30, 2011

Pips passing in the night
Bump into the past;
Jar future’s old fright.

A dollar today –
Tomorrow a cent –
Saving for future’s stay.

Bombs far away
Spread gruesome light;
Sent here to erase.

Fool’s Paradise

Posted by admin on July 23, 2011

The allure of Death,
In a thousand faces,
Sings siren verses
Of hope and loss and mirth.

Allure?

Certainly.

Why then glamorized
In fiction and fact
By those seeking Earth’s lucre?

Or is this appeal personal,
To an agonized soul
In pain through hairs and toes
And mind-scrabblings irrational.

There can be no seduction without life.
Living is essential.
The paradox
Of wanting death in life
Is a fool’s paradise.

Just as money and fame
Pass,
Leaving empty traces;
So too is Death empty.

Pain, for all its horror,
Is real.
Is honest.

First Glance

Posted by admin on June 22, 2011

An ebon curtain frames
Your pearl face.

Features
- nose
- eyes
- lips
- neckline
Like marble
Sculpted over the soul
Of an Angel.

Sacrifice and kindness,
Energy and power
Move beneath
And around,
Bringing hope to passion.

Broken

Posted by admin on June 2, 2011

broken, severed, dismantled entirely

.

The sad shame of leaving
Memories
Drifts over my mind.

.

A healthy message
Under trees where sunshine and shadow
Meet in Eldorado.

.

Ride in a car,
Race from afar,
All of us
To the broken past,
Like glass, that can’t paste
Itself together.

.

You broken theme,
You broken thing,
My broken dream,
dingalingaling

Boromir

Posted by admin on May 30, 2011

Boromir, Boromir, son and brother dear,
Prince of stewards, son of the white tower,
Has deep Anduin born thee far or near?
Past Osgiliath? Through Ithilien? To the sea?
Will grey eyed elves look upon your face
As they seek the misty isles of legend,
Or chase your memory across the waves?
Minas Tirith misses his steward son.
Boromir, hero of a thousand bloody frays,
From Imildris thy paths have led; Through
Darkness and into the Golden Wood led the way.
Man, born in dark times, weaned in fervor,
By blade thou lived, by blade died in honor.