Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Green Fairy's Dance - Sunday Scribblings #204 (Big Dreams)



A dance with the Green Fairy
the fabric of life recedes
pulled beneath the comfort
he gives into the dream

Awake into harshest light
reality as it seems
loss of Eden's springtime
the fairy's rage extreme

Swept into the ether
as the dust upon a shelf
hopes and dreams and tethered lust
big dreams price - your self

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Fractal Matters - 3WW CLXXVIII (Generate Meager Tease)

Teasing out the questions
life's meager salvation
walk atop the fences
on to her temptation

Generate an interest
numb in acquiescence
struck by his insistence
she loses carnal innocence

Stories told of fallen
angels in the substrate
transcending time alone
crashing golden landscape

Eyes toward the heavens
heart of glass in shatters
splintered rose in holograms
lost in fractal matters

Swim the lost emotions
like salmon on the falls
the swelling of devotion
sent scrambling up the walls

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Stolen Souls' Cries - Carry on Tuesday #41 (In the darkness, he touched her arm and said ...)

Don't search for his evil
in the dark of the night
but in the chill on your arm
in the broad day light

on the edge of perception
shadows move in time
with the pulse of the river
dancing on your mind

cradle the energy
of the first morning's light
tread softly on the entrails
of the sacrificed night

swallow the colors
of the stolen souls' cries
and dip into it's essence
as the sea still survives

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Future on a Shelf - Carry On Tuesday #40 (Fear not for the future Weep not for the past)

Hold not your head
Weep not for the past
For it is not dead
Nor is it truly passed

Woven into the fabric
Of our future selves
The past - far less tragic
Than a future on a shelf

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Vagabond Princess - Sunday Scribblings #201 (Message)

Waiting for the message to bring her back from exile
the vagabond princess was banished sans trial

Main street palace of cardboard and plastic
from trashcans and trolley are fashions ecstatic

Ballroom gown of raincoats and vinyl
lipstick applied crooked thick with a smile

Ignored by passersby in the cold of the night
our princess is frozen to the very thought of her plight

Eyes fixed wide with dream finally realized
compassionate message ends her earthly exile