It’s A Pirate Christmas
Each with a number
Drawing our lots,
Drawing our swords,
In case it gets hot.
They said Chinese Auction
As if it were some deal,
A perfect game
Where we all get to steal
Whatever presents
From whomever we choose
The candles, storybooks, candy and shoes!
It’s always great fun
Until we lose an eye,
Or an arm,
Or a hook,
When I pirate does spy
The perfect present
Nestled in our arms,
The thing that makes eyes gleam
And their passion grow warm.
So it’s a Pirate Christmas
Complete with hats and hooks,
And pirates who are battling
For bubblegum and books.
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Christmas Tree
O Christmas tree of lovely green
Stand sparkling in the winter scene
A beacon of hope and joy
For each mother, father, girl, and boy.
Sit round the Christmas tree, behold,
Atop the tree a star of gold.
The star of Bethlehem
Tonight
Hangs over us to our delight
To remind us this Christmas Eve
A child was born
In a manger, wee,
To be the king of you and me,
A saviour
With a message of peace.
O Christmas tree
It does seem strange
An evergreen reminds of us the day
That Jesus of Nazareth was born
I’m told on a day that was not Christmas morn
It seems that traditions and cultures met
Melding and moulding in a melting pot
And the Christmas tree is what they got.
O Christmas tree
We can learn from you
To be loving of our neighbours
And accepting too.
To bring peace and love
With hope and joy.
The gifts found in that tiny boy
Who lay in a manger
Far away
Long ago
On some other day.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
For Unto Us
For unto us a child is born
And maybe he will do great things
Enough to be remembered for 2,000 years or more
His deeds become legend
And maybe people will fight wars over him
Sing his name upon their tongues
To justify ill deeds
And maybe forgiveness
Gives people excuses to act without thinking
So unto us a child was born
Like so many children before and after
Except this one
Was the Son of the God of the Israelites
King of the Jews
Who the Jews do not recognize
And his followers are the Christians
Because history is full of these strange circumstances
And unto us a child was born
In the name of peace
In the name of LOVE
So that we would know mercy
So that we might dream dreams
And pray to God in the highest
To end wars
Unto us a child was born.
Has it worked yet?
And maybe he will do great things
Enough to be remembered for 2,000 years or more
His deeds become legend
And maybe people will fight wars over him
Sing his name upon their tongues
To justify ill deeds
And maybe forgiveness
Gives people excuses to act without thinking
So unto us a child was born
Like so many children before and after
Except this one
Was the Son of the God of the Israelites
King of the Jews
Who the Jews do not recognize
And his followers are the Christians
Because history is full of these strange circumstances
And unto us a child was born
In the name of peace
In the name of LOVE
So that we would know mercy
So that we might dream dreams
And pray to God in the highest
To end wars
Unto us a child was born.
Has it worked yet?
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Journeying
I went journeying,
The answers lay, taunting,
The drum beat ended but continued in my heart
And I wasn't coming back.
So many questions
That needed answers
So I swirled deeper
Feeling reality fade behind me
Losing my body
The drum not there to guide me home
But fearless I wandered
Searching for what I sought
And upon finding it
My spirit knew its home
Slowly sinking
Hesitant at first
To come back
The gently joining
Connected but still separate
Like a drunk stupor but without cause
Wandering the hallway without proper attachment
Waiting for my spirit
To relax within this cell
Awaiting life's next curve-ball
The answers lay, taunting,
The drum beat ended but continued in my heart
And I wasn't coming back.
So many questions
That needed answers
So I swirled deeper
Feeling reality fade behind me
Losing my body
The drum not there to guide me home
But fearless I wandered
Searching for what I sought
And upon finding it
My spirit knew its home
Slowly sinking
Hesitant at first
To come back
The gently joining
Connected but still separate
Like a drunk stupor but without cause
Wandering the hallway without proper attachment
Waiting for my spirit
To relax within this cell
Awaiting life's next curve-ball
Monday, November 29, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Another Response in Poetry
Despite the threat of death and worse,
black magic hex or voodoo curse,
my foolish heart still does it's part,
and sings another verse! ~ Erronius Nomenclature
If it may be a curse you fear,
You need not look further than here,
For though you maybe be fond of verse,
It's both a gift and frightful curse!
black magic hex or voodoo curse,
my foolish heart still does it's part,
and sings another verse! ~ Erronius Nomenclature
If it may be a curse you fear,
You need not look further than here,
For though you maybe be fond of verse,
It's both a gift and frightful curse!
Monday, November 22, 2010
Moon
*November 21, 2010 - Full (Blue) Moon
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November 21st
Adieu, adieu, moon round and blue, your belly plump from sloth, drift sleepily across the heavens, blue from winter's frost. And following your lead, my head finds pillows soft, to dream blue dreams, tonight's new dreams, before you must be off.
November 22nd
Waning moon with belly round, casting moonlight on the ground, leads me home all safe and sound. Paths that I do travel most, make companions of us both, as we make our merry way, through the night though bright as day.
November 23rd
Waning moon with icy glow, casting shadows far below, where the city lies in sleep, frosty night of slumber deep. Starry gaze with careful eye, ever watchful of the sky, it seems its just the moon and I, left awake to ponder why.
November 24th
Where are you oh moon of white, the silvery beams that pierce the night? It seems that you have gone away, hidden in a sky of grey. All that's white are the clouds' tears, frozen by the atmosphere, softly blanketing the ground, landing gently with no sound.
November 25th
Moon that's ever changing shape, stars twinkle on your black night cape, as it billows round your silver form, as you hurl on like a winter storm. The nighttime sky serves as your road, running circles 'round my abode, passing by night after night, to shower me with your radiant light.
November 26th
Waning moon out of my sight, sheds silver slivers night by night, hidden under blackened shroud, high above the winter cloud. No longer round and full and bright, a growing darkness, shrinking light. What darkness does night's cloak conceal, what ancient mysteries could you reveal, to those who patient, willing wait, within your soft glow contemplate?
November 27th
A humble home on prairie nights, its breath trickling with steam, is quiet in the pale moonlight, the moon's soft silver beam. In awe its windows gape at the cloudless star-filled sky, and watches as the moon grows thin, and thinner by and by.
November 28th
Breath suspended like a cloud, the moon evades my gaze, the winter sky within its shroud, waits for warmer days.
November 29th
Silver sphere where did you go?
Behind a wall of heavy snow
And dust-grey clouds
Which only grow
When the cold north wind doth blow.
November 30th
December's eve, and powdery snow, falls on the silent earth below. In the sky no moon is spied, tonight again its light will hide.
December 1st
The sun sets slowly, the moon not out, the world is frozen, beyond a doubt. I sit and wait, under skies clear, to see the moon, pass over here.
On Odin's night the traveling moon flies through the heavens clear, And makes its way just like each night, for 13 moons a year! It appears the slightest smile, and not a full-fledged grin. For soon its cloak will hide it all, before it's born again!
December 2nd
A perfect circle round and full, is what I'm waiting for. Though you may think I'll say the moon, tonight pizza is the score.
December 3rd
Moon almost obscured from view, a cape of darkness you can't shine through, I'll wait a few more nights for you, in your silent game of peek-a-boo.
December 4th
Black cloaked lady, hides from sight, the darkest of 28 nights. Shy lady, do not hide your head, come out and dazzle us instead!
December 5th
Moon that has been lost from sight, your absence is the darkest night. Your china face not in my view, reminds me daylight hours are few. It makes me want to rest my head, but I must finish tasks instead!
December 6th
Darkness falls as swift as death, the frozen air captures my breath. The moon peaks out with wary eye, wishing for a warmer sky.
December 7th
The moon peaks out, watching over me, and all the land, and all the sea. The night is dark, the north is cold, the moon reborn after growing old.
December 8th
Like hide stretched round upon a drum, big is the moon, big like the sun, white against the black of night, this vision creeps within my sight.
December 9th
The moon is waxing, like candles, shedding tiny beads, growing fatter slowly, white and glowing, lighting up this December night.
December 10th
Lady when you beam at me why do you hide as well? Hold out your glowing hand where your beams already fell. I will take your hand and together we will step, across the haze of winter skies, where your silver robes have swept. Our dance will become legend, put the polar lights to shame. The morning sun will blush and the sky will go aflame. And as the world sighs, inhales the start of day, your twinkling breath hangs in the air, as sleep bids you away.
December 11th
Eyes skywards, I drift up to the clouds, draw the across the sky like drapes, the moon and I ride through the night, maidens in billowing capes. Each star a candle in a forest of black, we sweep spiraling through the Milky Way. A silver river of starlight, carrying us to the break of day. We swim through the rapids and the whitecaps. We careen over a waterfall, we land safely in the Little Dipper; below us, it cushions our fall.
December 12th
The cold gales of winter dance through the streets
Like sugar plum fairies on icy feet.
They whisper and frolic and shriek as they play,
Then they swirl and they twirl and they scamper away.
The only witnesses other than stars,
Are the Lady Moon, Saturn, Venus, and Mars.
Jupiter's gaze was still courting the Sun.
Pluto was sulking that his career was done.
...Mercury being first was always too vain,
To wonder what happened on Earth seemed insane!
And the Sun was asleep for a long winter's night,
Uranus and Neptune engaged in a fight.
And of all of the witnesses the Moon alone,
Was the slightest concerned by the playful cyclone
Of icy breath blowing, boisterous breeze blustering,
A squall of great force filled with willful mustering.
The china-faced Lady, the lily-white Moon,
Watched the wind's teenage tantrum and the damage hewn.
She shed tears of silver moonlight on the world below,
Until the first galiant rooster attempted to crow.
Then the Sun shattered from slumber returned to the sky,
Illuminating the land where the gales dared to fly.
December 13th
Moon of silver, stars of gold, fire 'gainst the icy cold. The darkness, greedy, engulfs each one, my weary body sighs day is done.
December 14th
Sky in shady layers of gray, the moon again will hide away, behind the fluffy layers and sleep, through night and day without a peep.
December 15th
Where oh where art thou oh moon? It seems the storms have come too soon, and I am left to search the haze, for shorter nights and longer days.
December 16th
Oh moon, today I went 700 miles, but never saw your smiles, nor even a thin-mouthed grin. The sky and earth, a matching set of white, then faded to gray with night, and you cloaked somewhere within.
December 17th
Skies of satin starry black, I gaze upon the moon at last. Breeze so light it could be spring, the wonders BC winters bring. My journey done, and greetings said, I lift my feet and rest my head. I gaze upon the moon and sigh, to know vacation now is nigh.
December 18th
Snow softly falling pale and white, replace the moon's calm glow tonight. The world falls sleepy to their beds, wore and weary, tired heads. The moon, too, lounges in pillowy clouds, mutely rests amongst dreaming crowds.
December 19th
Gazing at the December moon, the clouds will cover it again soon, and snow will fly in flurries white, for a hushed sleep this silent night.
December 20th
Almost full, almost round, casting shadows on the ground, the moon is high, the clouds are low, forming shadows down below.
December 21th
Full, robust, the Yuletide moon, who shies behind the haze too soon. She peaked from behind mountains tall, then did not show her face at all!
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*December 21, 2010 - Full Moon
*December 21, 2010 - Total Lunar Eclipse. The eclipse will be visible throughout most of eastern Asia, Australia, the Pacific Ocean, the Americas, and Europe. The eclipse will be visible after midnight in North and South America. Since the Moon will be almost directly overhead from these locations, this should be an excellent chance to view a rare total lunar eclipse.(NASA Eclipse Information)
*December 21, 2010 - The Winter Solstice occurs in the northern hemisphere at 23:38 UT. The Sun is at its lowest point in the sky and it will be the shortest day of the year. This is also the first day of winter.
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November 21st
Adieu, adieu, moon round and blue, your belly plump from sloth, drift sleepily across the heavens, blue from winter's frost. And following your lead, my head finds pillows soft, to dream blue dreams, tonight's new dreams, before you must be off.
November 22nd
Waning moon with belly round, casting moonlight on the ground, leads me home all safe and sound. Paths that I do travel most, make companions of us both, as we make our merry way, through the night though bright as day.
November 23rd
Waning moon with icy glow, casting shadows far below, where the city lies in sleep, frosty night of slumber deep. Starry gaze with careful eye, ever watchful of the sky, it seems its just the moon and I, left awake to ponder why.
November 24th
Where are you oh moon of white, the silvery beams that pierce the night? It seems that you have gone away, hidden in a sky of grey. All that's white are the clouds' tears, frozen by the atmosphere, softly blanketing the ground, landing gently with no sound.
November 25th
Moon that's ever changing shape, stars twinkle on your black night cape, as it billows round your silver form, as you hurl on like a winter storm. The nighttime sky serves as your road, running circles 'round my abode, passing by night after night, to shower me with your radiant light.
November 26th
Waning moon out of my sight, sheds silver slivers night by night, hidden under blackened shroud, high above the winter cloud. No longer round and full and bright, a growing darkness, shrinking light. What darkness does night's cloak conceal, what ancient mysteries could you reveal, to those who patient, willing wait, within your soft glow contemplate?
November 27th
A humble home on prairie nights, its breath trickling with steam, is quiet in the pale moonlight, the moon's soft silver beam. In awe its windows gape at the cloudless star-filled sky, and watches as the moon grows thin, and thinner by and by.
November 28th
Breath suspended like a cloud, the moon evades my gaze, the winter sky within its shroud, waits for warmer days.
November 29th
Silver sphere where did you go?
Behind a wall of heavy snow
And dust-grey clouds
Which only grow
When the cold north wind doth blow.
November 30th
December's eve, and powdery snow, falls on the silent earth below. In the sky no moon is spied, tonight again its light will hide.
December 1st
The sun sets slowly, the moon not out, the world is frozen, beyond a doubt. I sit and wait, under skies clear, to see the moon, pass over here.
On Odin's night the traveling moon flies through the heavens clear, And makes its way just like each night, for 13 moons a year! It appears the slightest smile, and not a full-fledged grin. For soon its cloak will hide it all, before it's born again!
December 2nd
A perfect circle round and full, is what I'm waiting for. Though you may think I'll say the moon, tonight pizza is the score.
December 3rd
Moon almost obscured from view, a cape of darkness you can't shine through, I'll wait a few more nights for you, in your silent game of peek-a-boo.
December 4th
Black cloaked lady, hides from sight, the darkest of 28 nights. Shy lady, do not hide your head, come out and dazzle us instead!
December 5th
Moon that has been lost from sight, your absence is the darkest night. Your china face not in my view, reminds me daylight hours are few. It makes me want to rest my head, but I must finish tasks instead!
December 6th
Darkness falls as swift as death, the frozen air captures my breath. The moon peaks out with wary eye, wishing for a warmer sky.
December 7th
The moon peaks out, watching over me, and all the land, and all the sea. The night is dark, the north is cold, the moon reborn after growing old.
December 8th
Like hide stretched round upon a drum, big is the moon, big like the sun, white against the black of night, this vision creeps within my sight.
December 9th
The moon is waxing, like candles, shedding tiny beads, growing fatter slowly, white and glowing, lighting up this December night.
December 10th
Lady when you beam at me why do you hide as well? Hold out your glowing hand where your beams already fell. I will take your hand and together we will step, across the haze of winter skies, where your silver robes have swept. Our dance will become legend, put the polar lights to shame. The morning sun will blush and the sky will go aflame. And as the world sighs, inhales the start of day, your twinkling breath hangs in the air, as sleep bids you away.
December 11th
Eyes skywards, I drift up to the clouds, draw the across the sky like drapes, the moon and I ride through the night, maidens in billowing capes. Each star a candle in a forest of black, we sweep spiraling through the Milky Way. A silver river of starlight, carrying us to the break of day. We swim through the rapids and the whitecaps. We careen over a waterfall, we land safely in the Little Dipper; below us, it cushions our fall.
December 12th
The cold gales of winter dance through the streets
Like sugar plum fairies on icy feet.
They whisper and frolic and shriek as they play,
Then they swirl and they twirl and they scamper away.
The only witnesses other than stars,
Are the Lady Moon, Saturn, Venus, and Mars.
Jupiter's gaze was still courting the Sun.
Pluto was sulking that his career was done.
...Mercury being first was always too vain,
To wonder what happened on Earth seemed insane!
And the Sun was asleep for a long winter's night,
Uranus and Neptune engaged in a fight.
And of all of the witnesses the Moon alone,
Was the slightest concerned by the playful cyclone
Of icy breath blowing, boisterous breeze blustering,
A squall of great force filled with willful mustering.
The china-faced Lady, the lily-white Moon,
Watched the wind's teenage tantrum and the damage hewn.
She shed tears of silver moonlight on the world below,
Until the first galiant rooster attempted to crow.
Then the Sun shattered from slumber returned to the sky,
Illuminating the land where the gales dared to fly.
December 13th
Moon of silver, stars of gold, fire 'gainst the icy cold. The darkness, greedy, engulfs each one, my weary body sighs day is done.
December 14th
Sky in shady layers of gray, the moon again will hide away, behind the fluffy layers and sleep, through night and day without a peep.
December 15th
Where oh where art thou oh moon? It seems the storms have come too soon, and I am left to search the haze, for shorter nights and longer days.
December 16th
Oh moon, today I went 700 miles, but never saw your smiles, nor even a thin-mouthed grin. The sky and earth, a matching set of white, then faded to gray with night, and you cloaked somewhere within.
December 17th
Skies of satin starry black, I gaze upon the moon at last. Breeze so light it could be spring, the wonders BC winters bring. My journey done, and greetings said, I lift my feet and rest my head. I gaze upon the moon and sigh, to know vacation now is nigh.
December 18th
Snow softly falling pale and white, replace the moon's calm glow tonight. The world falls sleepy to their beds, wore and weary, tired heads. The moon, too, lounges in pillowy clouds, mutely rests amongst dreaming crowds.
December 19th
Gazing at the December moon, the clouds will cover it again soon, and snow will fly in flurries white, for a hushed sleep this silent night.
December 20th
Almost full, almost round, casting shadows on the ground, the moon is high, the clouds are low, forming shadows down below.
December 21th
Full, robust, the Yuletide moon, who shies behind the haze too soon. She peaked from behind mountains tall, then did not show her face at all!
----
*December 21, 2010 - Full Moon
*December 21, 2010 - Total Lunar Eclipse. The eclipse will be visible throughout most of eastern Asia, Australia, the Pacific Ocean, the Americas, and Europe. The eclipse will be visible after midnight in North and South America. Since the Moon will be almost directly overhead from these locations, this should be an excellent chance to view a rare total lunar eclipse.(NASA Eclipse Information)
*December 21, 2010 - The Winter Solstice occurs in the northern hemisphere at 23:38 UT. The Sun is at its lowest point in the sky and it will be the shortest day of the year. This is also the first day of winter.
Bad Austen
So you want me to write an Austen
A bad Austen
Well here it is
It is so bad it is unrecognizable
That's the beauty of it
I am writing this without compromising my own style
It's the worst Austen you have ever seen
And it may not win some fancy prize
Or a page in a book
But you'll remember it
Because it was positively
The worst Austen you ever laid eyes on
And not an Austen at all
Because I am not Austen
And perhaps that is the last laugh
In a Divine Comedy
Because this could never be an Austen
No matter how hard we try
We aren't Austen
Because what the world needs
Was never another Austen
But individuals
Each of us with our own style
A bad Austen
Well here it is
It is so bad it is unrecognizable
That's the beauty of it
I am writing this without compromising my own style
It's the worst Austen you have ever seen
And it may not win some fancy prize
Or a page in a book
But you'll remember it
Because it was positively
The worst Austen you ever laid eyes on
And not an Austen at all
Because I am not Austen
And perhaps that is the last laugh
In a Divine Comedy
Because this could never be an Austen
No matter how hard we try
We aren't Austen
Because what the world needs
Was never another Austen
But individuals
Each of us with our own style
Sunday, November 21, 2010
What I Want
I realized
A lot today
I realized
My dreams are not
Always what they seem
I think I want something but
I’m unwilling to take steps
And there are other things
I don’t know I want at all
Until an opportunity presents itself
It is strange
To realize
That things are so far from what they seem
That I am backwards, inside-out, upside-down
Never knowing where to look
Or if I’ll fall
And where I’ll land
A lot today
I realized
My dreams are not
Always what they seem
I think I want something but
I’m unwilling to take steps
And there are other things
I don’t know I want at all
Until an opportunity presents itself
It is strange
To realize
That things are so far from what they seem
That I am backwards, inside-out, upside-down
Never knowing where to look
Or if I’ll fall
And where I’ll land
Friday, November 19, 2010
Cast Adrift
I thought I was flying a-dragonback
But when you speak your words
Make me realize
That sky and earth are reversed
And that I am cast adrift on a choppy sea
Your words calm the waves
And I plunge deep into the water fearless
And suddenly light and darkness merge
There is no up or down
And I am neither flying nor falling
But suspended in neither air nor water
Realizing freedom for the first time
But when you speak your words
Make me realize
That sky and earth are reversed
And that I am cast adrift on a choppy sea
Your words calm the waves
And I plunge deep into the water fearless
And suddenly light and darkness merge
There is no up or down
And I am neither flying nor falling
But suspended in neither air nor water
Realizing freedom for the first time
Monday, November 8, 2010
A Response Poem
Clouds diverse and small,
strewn about the hazy blue,
dreaming of sweet rain. - Erronius Nomenclature
Drops like flowers leave a mist of honeyed scent.
Each sugared gem bursts into bloom within my mind.
Showers remain elusive,
tickling my imagination from the sky's edge,
threatening crisp November when the sun seeks its night refuge.
strewn about the hazy blue,
dreaming of sweet rain. - Erronius Nomenclature
Drops like flowers leave a mist of honeyed scent.
Each sugared gem bursts into bloom within my mind.
Showers remain elusive,
tickling my imagination from the sky's edge,
threatening crisp November when the sun seeks its night refuge.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Heroes Love
Living with love
Love is courage
It is in our hearts we are warriors
No swords
No guns
But every spirit battles its way through life
Our choices in the mayhem
Define us
And only love
Defines bravery
Courage without love
Is misleading
It makes monsters out of men
Love sets us on the narrow path
But not the straight one
Full of rocks
And fallen trees
We scramble to live each moment
Fully
We are the warriors of Valhalla
Feasting between battles
Purposeful spirits
Living lives of love
Love is courage
It is in our hearts we are warriors
No swords
No guns
But every spirit battles its way through life
Our choices in the mayhem
Define us
And only love
Defines bravery
Courage without love
Is misleading
It makes monsters out of men
Love sets us on the narrow path
But not the straight one
Full of rocks
And fallen trees
We scramble to live each moment
Fully
We are the warriors of Valhalla
Feasting between battles
Purposeful spirits
Living lives of love
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Too Afraid To Try
Too afraid to try
I don't need fear
I find more insight
In risk-taking
And in making
Mistakes
I glimpse all the secrets
All the answers
Of the Universe
When I conquer fear
Too afraid to try
We fall crumpled
Unable to carry on
Giving up
Giving in
We lose ourselves
And slowly fade away
Because we were
Too afraid to try
I don't need fear
I find more insight
In risk-taking
And in making
Mistakes
I glimpse all the secrets
All the answers
Of the Universe
When I conquer fear
Too afraid to try
We fall crumpled
Unable to carry on
Giving up
Giving in
We lose ourselves
And slowly fade away
Because we were
Too afraid to try
Beyond Wrath and Envy
I fought with them in mind games
Winning and losing
In shades of grey
But experience had boxed me into
A black and white world
Unable to do grayscale
I surrendered
And thought I had won
Envy often played my emotions
Like a fiddle screeching abuse
I lost myself in the lies
Unable to discern truth
But who would know
It was Wrath whose claws sunk deep
Leaving anger like a blistering sunburn
A smoldering coal
Bubbling froth
Wafting smoke
I lost
I was lost
The path back unlit
I stumbled for the light
And stumbled
And stumbled
And stumbled
I couldn’t give up
So I stumbled
Until light seeped in like a fine mist
And I toed a sliver of silver
A path through infinite night
Winning and losing
In shades of grey
But experience had boxed me into
A black and white world
Unable to do grayscale
I surrendered
And thought I had won
Envy often played my emotions
Like a fiddle screeching abuse
I lost myself in the lies
Unable to discern truth
But who would know
It was Wrath whose claws sunk deep
Leaving anger like a blistering sunburn
A smoldering coal
Bubbling froth
Wafting smoke
I lost
I was lost
The path back unlit
I stumbled for the light
And stumbled
And stumbled
And stumbled
I couldn’t give up
So I stumbled
Until light seeped in like a fine mist
And I toed a sliver of silver
A path through infinite night
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Raging Waters
My words mean nothing to you
You listen as though to muted silence
Blank eyes staring
Mouth a narrow line
Meaningless
I don't pretend to have the answers
But the questions
Never asked
Drift slowly on a sea of numb insensitivity
Unaware that jagged rocks
Snare and tear
Remorselessly
Beating down the gentler tides
Pounding failure into fragile froth
Wax etched
Tearless skin
Perfect porcelian melts
Uncontainable
Questions left unanswered
Rise with white peaks
Boil up
Leave nothing undisturbed
You cannot tame this sea
You listen as though to muted silence
Blank eyes staring
Mouth a narrow line
Meaningless
I don't pretend to have the answers
But the questions
Never asked
Drift slowly on a sea of numb insensitivity
Unaware that jagged rocks
Snare and tear
Remorselessly
Beating down the gentler tides
Pounding failure into fragile froth
Wax etched
Tearless skin
Perfect porcelian melts
Uncontainable
Questions left unanswered
Rise with white peaks
Boil up
Leave nothing undisturbed
You cannot tame this sea
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Fearless
I alone wander. No fear. No joy.
Fire in my eyes. Passion in my heart.
My skin fragile. My blood hot.
My sinew stretched taut. Ready. Waiting.
Living without fear.
Living to fight.
No forgiveness. None asked for.
You cannot tame me.
I am the tiger. I am the bear.
I am soul and flesh in an unstoppable fusion.
Fear is weakness.
Flesh is temporary.
My passion overwhelms. I am.
Precise movements.
Careful timing.
Choreographed on uninterrupted thought.
Poised and purposeful.
I am the fire. I am the rock.
Nothing can defeat my spirit.
Fire in my eyes. Passion in my heart.
My skin fragile. My blood hot.
My sinew stretched taut. Ready. Waiting.
Living without fear.
Living to fight.
No forgiveness. None asked for.
You cannot tame me.
I am the tiger. I am the bear.
I am soul and flesh in an unstoppable fusion.
Fear is weakness.
Flesh is temporary.
My passion overwhelms. I am.
Precise movements.
Careful timing.
Choreographed on uninterrupted thought.
Poised and purposeful.
I am the fire. I am the rock.
Nothing can defeat my spirit.
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