out of the pages...

I want to dance with Dante
and sing with Shakespeare.
Have tea with Queen Jane
and dinner with Jesus.
Hear stories from Ghandi
and shop with Eva Paron.
You being gone,
and yet so near.
I turn the page and you return once more.

Maybe I

Meaningless...
Yet ever so provocative, this trap I spin.
Flesh and mind,
Spirit and substance,
Past and more past...

Change...
(such a scary word)
Comes in like a guest, uninvited.

Or maybe I did???

Somewhere between yesterday
and tomorrow, I stand.
Deciding if today is the day...

If only....

ENRAPTURED

Enraptured by the voice of thunder, I turn to face the seductive form of the storm. Staring into the spinning chaos that calls to me, I see the truth that is. In blinding flashes of blue light I find all the answers to the questions I bravely ask. The greatest of blessing this truly is. The stinging wind breaks open my soul for all to see. Freedom and openness are the gifts of this raging tempest. Together, the clouds and I, weep over the past and wash clean the filth that clings to our souls. Emotions, like breeze captured leaves, dance around me expressing and releasing. This is the passion I seek. Gathered by the wind and rain I turn to see the promised bow grace the heavens. All that is and was and will be, I question, knowing that wisdom is lingering in the mist and rain and light. So all that is left is the waiting and the changing. And as the lighting strikes, the answers come and enlightenment is mine.

Yet to come

Cut, as it was
from the fabric of my dreams.
The mystery swims forward...

With twilight in his eye,
it seems that at last all is to be revealed.
Passion beats and hope bursts forth...

It was the waiting that was painful.
It was the emptiness that burned.
It is the longing that burst...

So, forward wins out.
Truth being that there is nothing else,
but the promise that is you...

@ safe distance...

I watch the show.

His words...
Emotion laden letters of broken timing.
Bouncing off like birds on windows,
all song and death...

The fortress is silent.
The drawbridge has been drawn.
She is cold, very cold...
The silence stands waiting for the words
she will not hear...

He stands there,
in the cold speaking words he can not say...

From atop the mountain,
At safe distance.
I see the battle.
He moves...
She moves...
Yet nothing happens?

Like the snapping of harp string,
the music dies...

And so the show goes on.

What Gods May...

Murdering the DNA
Evolution on the rise
Caring less what Gods may say
Life is but a pack of lies

Mutations without wisdom
Cups of radiation wine
Creating our new kingdom
We have crossed that sacred line

Giving birth to Demons
Giving birth to Gods
Their numbers grow each season
Covering the Earth like sod

Children of our minds
Children of our hearts
Heaven knows what we'll find
Run away for now it starts

To the Demands of Winter

You see...
You are just to much work for me.
Coat
Hat
Scarf
Gloves
Boots and what ever else I can find...
Your cold,
I mean COLD!!!
You killed my roses
and you make the tulips wait...
So little sun,
so much frozen nights.
I know the cycle.
The wheel must turn.
But still I look forward to
Spring bringing you
to your knees!!!

Hit that beat....

The music is sitting out there.
Upon the edge.
So near, so far...

I use to dance to it's rhythms.
I moved to that sound.
I lived brightly with it's angry noise.
And loved and laughed to a beat known to only a few...

Sadness quieted,
Depression silenced,
and in the dark there were no drums...

But slowly,
ever so slowly...
I broke the silence,
with my screams of want and need...

My heart sets the beat,
and my soul keeps the time...
The music waited and wants me back.
And at long last,
I find my feet begin to move.

Yes...
It is time to dance.

Day's Death

Almost shocking it was
and ever so sudden...

I turn to see the day die...
How could you miss it?

Oranges that were pink,
and blues that were purple.
Colors so vivid that it touches the fall leaves
and found them wanting...

Even the ground tries to steal
the pallet...

In worship I watch the day pass
into memory
into night
and into death...

Hoping that all of our passings
will burn the sky
and force the world to notice...

The Art of being Brave

Telling it was, this flash of happiness.
Like chocolate at the end of day...

Dark and tightness,
gloom and doom,
oranges and apples...

Looking out and seeing forest
and not just trees.
Stepping on the crack I have avoided for so long,
only to see the world not end?

And wondering if maybe this is,
yes this...
might be my future after all.

And suddenly.....

It moved me
the sound shocking as it was
sadness creeps in from outside
shared disasters
mutual pain
humility with shame

Just know that life is more then this one moment...

defining my day?

Still moving in sort of frozen backwardness.
(tell me it's not true)
Jumping over the sun, only to find its the moon.
I take the pills they tell me to take,
yet it still is Monday?
(tell me it's not true)
Promises, promises like bugs on the windshield...
Do this and do that.
"It is for your own good!"
(tell me it's not true)
I surrender to idleness and sleep in movement,
try to recapture what I already found.

See... It was true after all....

For Lose

There was a time, before the crossing.

When we loved without fear,

without pain...

Now we watch for lose.

We know it's coming.

We see it.

As sure as the sunrise.

As sure as the sunset...

Being At The Falls

Upon the mountains of fate I behold the wonders of time and the magic of the forces of nature. All this and more plays silently in the depths of my dreams. The words I write now are but an echo of the visions I had in times now past...

In darkened mist and icy waters I stood alone. The stream pierced both stone and heart on its escape to nowhere. The pull of gravity lead both water and I down the side of the canyon, this is friendship...

The law says, all things will change and I am not excluded. And in a shadowed waterfall the voice of God spoke. And spoke. And spoke again...

The trees and winds bear witness to all these events and answer in their own way. Who I was and who I am are no longer the same. Shaped, as I was, by forces out of my control...

I have become my own truth and begun my search for the seas and oceans of wisdom and grace. The hole, my truth poured through, stands as a monument to who I am and what I will become. And in the mist, alone, I changed and only the rocks and water knew...

Welcome not today

Your voice sounds like cat steps
telling me what you are
trying to hide...
I should have known you would
lie...

Dropping something...

The silence stands waiting and watching.
So long it has waited while I filled the air with noise and thunder...

Like the moment before the glass hits the floor.

quiet
so quiet

I can now hear the emptiness...
the void I had tried to fill.