A muse by this time would have found
The words that set the feelings
The feelings to put into words
Stagnant and stalled
The blank sheet of white
Mocks my hands to inaction
As I watch the syrupy drips
In the empty glass
Cast snail path trails on my desk
City streets
City lights
Night breaks
The comfort of day
And the Mayflies play
Bounce and turn
Inside the music sounds
Breasts heave
Hips sway
The rhythm of life
This rhythm of night
52-Blue: The Loneliest Whale
“Calling out at 52 Hz, a frequency unrecognized by other whales, this mysterious creature is believed to have lived its life in solitude. It calls forever unanswered by its own kind. In our ever-present fascination with these majestic beasts, the tale of “52” has prompted an intense reaction amongst our own species, pointing to a greater awareness of human loneliness than ever before.”
Masquerading as love
The textures below
The textures above
Blood and tears flow
Leaving traces in the fabric
Filling spaces in between
Feelings made to stick
Painted colors made of dreams
Originally written March 1, 2009
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Time slips away
We warmly greet
Each coming day
While dark clouds
Fill the sky
A summer’s last breath
I chase after
Those warm days past
Grasping at what is left
A kite string
Quickly blowing
Out of reach
With an autumn wind
Uncontrolled
Out of my control
I cannot control
This passing
The changing of these seasons
When the golden leaves fall
Covering the lively ground
Turning everything brown
The death embrace
Comes too quickly
Leading in a winter freeze
The procession of life
This life in my hand
The only one
A gift to live
And autumn comes too soon
“Temptation is born from every breath,”
He said, taking a drag from his cigarette,
Then he threw it on the stony ground
And turned his back on the misty town.
Overhead, the skies remained gray
Blending the hours of every day
From moments past to moments born
The dingy gray town was all he had worn
“Take your time in what you choose,
With each step you gain, but you also lose.”
He walked along the road heading north
Feeling that his life had run its course
Weeping words from rain soaked lips
Meaning, and thoughts in pieces and clips.
And as he plodded toward that gray sky
He didn’t wave or say good-bye
Tattered clothes and a pistol at his side
His words kept flowing like the endless tide
“This is the way we love when all the world has hate
And this is how we fight when we’re slaves to the state
When money has meaning and hearts can be spent
This is how we live when our souls are for rent.”
In the cold, gray mist his words rang true
Dirty, cracked fingers, bloody and blue
A shot was heard, or maybe a few
They found his body down the road from Kingsview
What would they say this day
The voices of the eyes
Bearing witness to this dance
They see the change
The attitude of this affair
They measure and mold
Their stories are told
Missing the details
The ultra violet
And infrared
Sweeping bursts of coronal mass
And spots that blemish
The face and soul
A living world
Tormented
By its own violent storms
And magnetic waves
Yet they give praise
Tormented fellow
Tugging on his mistress
Body and soul
The one who creates it all
To pull her near
Her greatest fear
To let her go
She’ll never know
Acceptance of this fate
The burden they bear
For the balance
And existence
Of all we know
Hangs on the deadly dance
Between two lovers
That will never be whole
Never as one
Without destroying the other
Glowing bright
Her dress of white
Now fades to patches of green
And the colors given
By his guiding light
The yellows and reds
Now rise from beneath
And change again in twilight
Purple and blue their sheath
And as the icy veins
Creep away
Retreat into the light of day
As her hills turn brown
Exposing their ground
For her hero
Her freeze gives way
Icy daggers
Turn to vapor
Rising in her cloudless skies
Only the light his love
Now reflects in her eyes
She returns to her lover
A renewal of their passion
Eternally the mother
He made her to be
Filling salty oceans and seas
With the tears from their struggles
Between this gravity
And the cold
Empty space
That will forever
Temper their embrace
Somehow through it all
Eons of this struggle
These concentric circles remain
She will pull away
Then return to her lover
A love like no other
Again to be reclaimed
Of life and love
Deep inside
Her heart beats hot
The essence of her being
Far beneath
The prairies and forests
And cold glacier stares
For she was created by he
To be as he longed to be
Nurturing and fair
Temper and flair
Never ending changes
With each passing day
While he remains her center
And guides her on her way
From the heavens shining lights
The many yet far between
Cold and loveless
Invisible in the night
Those that cannot be seen
Rocks tumble
Into collisions unheard
Dim and dusty surfaces
Barren and lightless worlds
Black holes spiral
Consuming all that draw too near
Collapsing under the pressure
Light
Gas
Stars
Into one mass they sear
Crushed into their essence
Pushing and pulling
Lifeless planets aimlessly adrift
In the silent void
Lacking the light of day
Once born by their sovereign one
But lucky is the living
Spun from the gravitational blessings
Of the life breathing sun
At the center of its world
The one that bears fruit
On a surface so harsh
In the oceans life thrives
And in the green lands above
Life
The living
Born only to yearn
With every passing turn
And born again
A life continues on
And so it begins
In the long shadows of the high spire pines
When the golden sun punches through the amethyst sky
Misty air settles cold on skin
Under the last of the winking stars washed dim
Golden birds of fire seek their prey
Embraced in each others arms, we welcome a new day