Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Awake: First of 2013


Awake

A vulture in circles in the sky
Across the hollow landscape
Cars pass by
The grey sky staring at us
From across the room
The time to decide
It’s coming soon
Awake

In the midst of another year
No sadness
No tears
Washed away like storms before
All pasts alive
No more

A blackbird in a dying field
The sun, a whisper in the sky
But why do I feel hope in a gray landscape
And why do I choose joy
At the end of a season
Maybe it’s the wisdom of age
Or the courage and excitement
To turn another page

Awake in this landscape
Blackbirds passing me by
All I have is worthless wealth
But a treasure of precious time…….


The Inspiration

Twisting in the frame
The resemblance of the face
The same
The portrait
No voice, no name
Only the paint that stains
Sad and beautiful gray

Out through the front door
Running
Hands reaching out across a hemisphere
Wide eyes, seeking
A point in the cueless sky
No perspective no path to memorize
Only the gray scape
And the ideas we rationalize
Often pointless
They stream through us
A voice
I feel like a puppet
I dance only with a voice
From some unseen source
Atoms pulling and pushing
Dying
Radiation in the garden
As the sunlight moves across a barren sky
I don’t even need to ask you why
I’ve given up all my secrets
Now all I have is time
For you to decipher the riddle
The common thread that speaks in words
Voices no one has ever heard
Keeps us dangling like puppets
Across the sky
I stopped asking why
All I have is precious time
For you to answer the riddle
That hangs dangling above our eyes…….

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Love that amazing element
That no chart could contain
It grows in me and moves me
Everyday
I am a river under the ice
I am a river seeking the oceans peaceful tide

I don’t know these words
You speak and I answer with black etchings on a screen
I won’t go back
I just trust you to keep me making some sort of sense
When I can’t comprehend or memorize
Anything I ‘ve said

The organic feeling of love
Like leaves in a dying garden
I’m clinging to the branch
Found my place high in the tree
And only now realize
The distance between me
And the garden
I will one day lie and be
Nothing but this rotting leaf
That gives up all
So beautifully

I have words like leaves
They stream wildly
Like colors in fall
I can’t imagine taming
Or deciphering them all
They just stream through my mind
And I can’t even imagine
I can’t open my mouth to say
Any words
Of any kind of leverage
They don’t come out that way
Stumble upon reason
Stumble upon a sentence, a rhyme
You speak
And I listen
I don’t need to make sense
It’s the distance between each word
And the reason that dangles
About
I try to question the flowing stream
It goes around me
Flowing fast and violently
Keeps me from catching up
It only runs through ruins of all
Our giant plans
We’ve made
You speak
And I listen
It doesn’t need to make sense
And when you leave my mouth
And my hands will freeze
I will stand in a field in the middle of a field
In the  rain, begging please
As all the blackbirds make their shadows on the ruin
Of me
And I will give up all that I was to you
So beautifully……

The Muse

 So explain to me, where do these images and words come from
And explain to me where they go
Like water out of the sky
The form
The solid, the gas
Out across this mindscape
Thoughts and ideas furious
Like the white blood cell attacks the disease
This foreign body ejected
Streaming across
Often without reason
But continuous the flow
Until there’s nowhere else for it to go
Locked in metal boxes
Have I been a bad steward of all these ideas
Has time been a stumbling block
Or age
With wisdoms absent
Seeking the child that would place the puzzles
Where they belong
Was I right or wrong
No one answers
 A dark room where music plays in the background
The answer to all of our thoughts
Dangles in the sky
Where the light breaks the edge of darkness
We stare blind
Into space
Seeking all those tiny stars
That put us in our place
How small we are
How infinitesimal our tiny spaces seem
Waking out of this coma
This grand play
That never knows its cue
Only that I listen to you and you speak
Through me
Quietly
A voice, that a child could only decipher
Empties the thoughts of oceans
In a grand rain barrel that would explain
How we all feel the same
How we all stare out to sea
How we all look up to the sky
Searching for you, for me……

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