Straddling a Stone

Contemptuous, serious
Frivolous and thieved

Stopped in silent
Harmony
Standing up to leave

Unconscious, grievous
Generous and thrown

Moved in
Cacophony
Straddling a stone

Diamonds in Her Hair

and he painted diamonds
in her hair
reaching for what clearly
was not there

he drew white sketches
in the air
cried at beauty no one
knew was there

he colored blank faces
in the sky
smiled at angels
strolling by

he painted soft rainbows
in her eyes
and someone cried softly
as he died

and he painted diamonds
in her hair
reaching for what clearly
was not there

Consciousness in Tune

abstract painting
on the window
viewed from
either side

safe in numbers
paint by numbers
deep inside
your mind

what you see
is what you hear
can you tell me
how you feel

fall into
the looking glass
and spin
the hawker's wheel

chasing rabbits
dressed in habits
consciousness
in tune

grasping gestures
throaty whispers
building like
a flume

‎'s questions and

Sorrow...
as the book of sand
tomorrow...

's questions and

Loss...
a heartfelt tale
across...
stolen beach of shale

Moments...
tender though forgotten
turbulent...
sweet vermouth and rotten

Sorrow...
as we take a stand
tomorrow...
's questions and

Gray Dawn Dreams - SS #331 (Wise)

like gray dawn dreams
hanging at the edge of a scream
stumbling down the jagged stairs
the wisdom lost and scared

driven by the turmoil's wind
lying in a pile of wings
the owl, an oak, whispering smoke
the voice, horse and throaty, spoke

lay down your burden there
with sweet surrender's sudden stare
thoughts of riverside's music whim
the gray dawn dreams finally win

How Tall the Shadow

How tall the shadow
of a man that has seen
the edge of humanity

How tall the shadow
of a man that has lived
while others died

How tall the shadow
of a man with his love
lain in the ground

How tall the shadow
of a man that cries in
the dark of the wood

How high the sun, my friend

Lifeline - 3WW CCLXIV (Figment, Inclined, Vulnerable)

Inclined to thoughts

of flight and fancy

subject to figments

of fascination

Vulnerable to the

very wind

as a single palm

Caribbean

Like a shadow

that's always there

quickly darts away

as eyes dare

Long distance call

to the other side

a lifeline pull

from deep inside

A Thousand Years - Sunday Scribblings #254 (A Thousand Years)

A thousand years from now - I'll love you...

A thousand times more
than a thousand times

A thousand depths deeper than
a thousand depths deep

A thousand love songs longer
than a thousand songs' length

A thousand times more than
all of time - a thousand times...

Stories Told the Same - SS #253 (Story)

Seven stories told
of seven sons
left in 30 ways

thrice the vile temptress
crept up the ivy lanes

seven steps to
heaven in a
winter garden's haze

lost in time and misery
the stories told the same

Practically Daressence - 3WW CCXXVII (Dare, Essence, Practical)

Dare I question the authority's decree
cold the shadow of indecision's tree
longing for the essence of freedom's reign
lost in contradictions like tears in the rain

Practical is the line of the following soul
meandering visages after contemplative toll
thorough, degenerate the symptoms of lies
swept beneath floorboards away from their eyes

Standing at the foot of a mountain of gold
forgotten indecision and bone gripping cold
thoughts of the climb to the view from above
dull the insistence of obsolete love

Sudden Sultry Sunrise

like a haunting dream
that's finally gone
the soul a lingering shadow
a repeating throaty whisper
in uncertain dusty corners
frozen in your mind
pensive anticipation brings
the sudden sultry sunrise

Treatment - Sunday Scribblings #232 (Treatment)

Treat-ment
like thought, hope
sophistication hung
out-on-a rope

Lost, sent
for years in tow
pro-crastination's song
dry, oats-to-sow

Si-lent-ly
weaving dreams
sen-sations wrong
try, as-it-seems

Treatment.

A Varied Moonlit Wonder - Sunday Scribblings #228

The varied view of a textured sea
swirling foam and ebbing tide
quiet beach and stolen memories


lost in a breeze and silent wonder
my life awash in shadowed moonlight
an atlantic passage pulls us under


the view - a varied moonlit wonder

Pacification - 3WW - CXC (dread, grasp, pacify)

Pacify your sense of dread
with a trip within your mind
lost in peaceful solitude
your troubles left behind

Quench your thirst for freedom
with a dance of terse sensation
climb the walled crescendo
in unbridled exaltation

Grasp the feeding ring of fire
with hands of tempered steel
lose your thoughts of memory
and trust your instincts' feel

RIP RPF - 3WW - CLXXXVIII (escape, hum, vibrant )

Escape at last, my friend -
though beyond my reach
still within the very hum
of a life once in tune

The very presence of your absence
a companion to my mourning
lost in the gray of sadness
the vibrant colors of memory

Profoundly sad and truly lost
the loved ones walk the day
searching for the answers
far too difficult to say

To dream...
To find those yesterdays
on which to base tomorrow's
song

Sleep well, brother.

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

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

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

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

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