Tuesday, February 28, 2012

High Priestess



By the utter grace of your sole vocal
My echoing high priestess
Your bosoms erect in their shout to the sky
I faintly recall the summoning
The will of concord into element
Stress is the cloud, thunder it's belly
Cracks, Shatters, Bursts, and breaks
Beads upon beads in the downpour of your blue
Your undefinable bounty that covered the town
Reigned by the rains that left me minimal

A Seperate Peace

We are waves upon an ocean of change
Elements asphyxiate and inevitably strain
Stretch and leave a hopeful heart wondering why it came
Metamorphosis strolls with a silver cane

I sing my song and battle on from Lebanon to Babylon
To airs of Europe, London’s song
This line that laughter leads upon

I stand, demanding nothing that but time to trust me
In this state of saturation and separate study
We retain our differences
In high supply by winter winds
Whose house I tread, which element
I look to see whose face this is
Whose feet stomp beats and break the clean
Whose words weave substance through the screen
Of rectified or righteous means, I play the card and suddenly scream
I leave the club and stumble seek, the soul whose song will comfort me

So long I’ve been the backdoor seat, the seventh son, the bastard seed
The black crow’s caw that soon recedes, the dying shout that catches need
The child of drought who lives to breath, the oxygen of space proceeds
The second hand that clocks repeat, The sediment of centuries

A feverish ache a leaden bead
That falls in debt of waters deed
Of closing cases, LEDS
That play themselves to memories
Turned off to show their dark retreat
A voyage that is stark repeat
To carry trust and triumph seas
I’ve left unto a greater deed
I've gone again don't look for me
I’ve singled out a separate peace

I NEED TO DREAM

I NEED TO DREAM
TO LEARN TO LEAD
TO LIVE TO LOVE
TO LEARN TO LEAVE

I NEED TO DREAM
OF NETHER SHORES
AND CAST AWAY
FROM ALL THESE CHORES

I NEED TO DREAM
MUCH MORE THAN WAR
I NEED TO SEE
THAT I AM MORE
AND LEAD A LIFE IN WHICH I'M HOME
IN DREAMS IN WHICH IM FREE TO ROAM

MY FEET AND WORLD
MY STRENGTH AND TIME
I NEED TO SEE ITS WHOLE DESIGN
I NEED TO LEAVE ITS ALWAYS RIGHT
AND RECOGNIZE THIS DREAM AS MINE

AND IN THIS DREAM THIS SPACE COLLIDES
AND WHAT WAS SORRY SEEMS TO RISE
AND WHATS FORGOTTEN GLEAMS SUPRISE
AND ALL MY SORROWS LEAVE AND DIE

THIS DAY THIS HOUR A DREAM WAS BORN
AN IMAGE I WILL SOON EXPLORE
ENCHANTMENT THAT HAS LEFT ME HIGH
I DREAM A TIGHTROPE IN THE SKY

Friday, February 17, 2012

Back in The Game


Ditch It
negative thinking

Mellow it out
tight attitude


Stay Clean
Stay Focused
Stay Active
Rest Steadily

Swoosh

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

At the Barrels Bottom

" If you find yourself lost and struggling at the murky bottom of a barrel, sometimes it is best to wade and wait for the rain to lift you towards the top "

Stuck, slow, and stiff. Treading in a pool lacking any character or quality. A cool breeze, cold & numb feet, an immobile mass. Well, I'm tired of arranging what never gets clean. Near delirium torn without hands or feet. Haven't been known to exist so low. This cigarettes ember is the light of life. It's burn weaves down a straight white edge into a territory merely labeled, still unexplored.

"Should've, Would've, Could've," Desiring the lightness of the breeze but I'm to heavy to be moved by it. Laden with thoughts to appease what is thoughtless. Then.. a tingle & a breath; I'm stil susceptible. Keep it, hold on... at this point nothing can wear thin. A motion of a grindstone, but a movement none the less. Breath, finally a shuffle of the trees. This weight shuffles with but hardly shifts, mellows, or even bats an eye. This disguise has been melting into something less vague, and well.. it's something.

When trees never seem so hallow, I feel so indisputably sick and worn, tired. Well think, no, just settle at the bottom of a barrel where the wood bears no crack and the water is stagnant with the bite of dead fish. Time takes quality so it's a guess when restraint clicks & doesn't take time. Redefinition

Ron Paul did alright in Maine. He barely missed Romney and previously in Minnesota the snow unfroze the vote of many. I'll be here yet again without capacity or conclusion; with boxes & bindings and quotes. I walk with this cigarette held up by a limp limb, without question, just an uneasy crescent of not wanting it to end, not soon, allow me to be so I may redeem my luster for life, rather than ideas about it.  The tobacco smoke reminds me that the flame is never fully extinguished.

The mits are off, my soul is stagnant, and my feet soles are frigid and numb. I step into the yard and let go of what hasn't floundered, the flame is extinguished yet I'm still here allowing myself to live. I walk past the threshold and close the door. It isn't a feat, it's a step, a step that is marked but left for another to measure.

I enjoy the beauty of a gate rusted shut, a board game without the potential of pieces to move, the flowing waters that drip into a sewer grate, & an abandoned building echoing the footsteps of a single ghost, feeding off yesterdays dust.

2-2-12 Fear

Fear exists because I don't understand something.
I haven't experienced it directly, and haven't encountered it continiously. If I'm very afraid of something I begin having nightmares and unwarrented thoughts. These are abstractions to an actual experience. For a simple example, I might develop a shyness to the cold as it bites my tender skin. Anybody would tell you that to feel sensitive to the cold is a natural response, but if I haven't understood this myself I might think myself to have an alien quality towards the cold and become afraid to experience it.

Fear is only an abstraction, it's a shadow of an experience we are still hesitant to get to know. Fear is not a foe so don't make an enemy out of it. A fighter's whip can give his arm farther reach, thrust, and velocity, and also focus these forces upon it's tip; In the same way fear can be handled as an extension of myself, a pointer of what to understand, and perhaps a hint of how to approach that very same fear.