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!!!