Is it the discerning artist's eye that
creates new spaces with color
or the discerning soul of a master
so vast as to perceive other universes,
rearrange them into beauty,
even invent them for others to have
brief respite from the physical.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
October's Morning Glory
When senses arise in surprise to
October's morning glory,
As a soul I soar while the body
awakens with crisp-air tingles
warmed by sunlit autumn amber
streaming golden sheaths of
warm tinted by tiny rainbows within
misty morning drops of dew.
October's morning glory,
As a soul I soar while the body
awakens with crisp-air tingles
warmed by sunlit autumn amber
streaming golden sheaths of
warm tinted by tiny rainbows within
misty morning drops of dew.
Exploding Sublime
Early autumn mist fades
albino pumpkin moon,
chills midnight air to
born dawn's golden dew,
Mellow-sweet rhythms of
Beethoven's "Pastorale" flowers
galloping gentle crescendo,
exploding sublime to flay open
souls' windows to savor
divine immensity of his muse.
albino pumpkin moon,
chills midnight air to
born dawn's golden dew,
Mellow-sweet rhythms of
Beethoven's "Pastorale" flowers
galloping gentle crescendo,
exploding sublime to flay open
souls' windows to savor
divine immensity of his muse.
Young 21st Century Braves
Beer cans tumble in Indian winter wind amid
tumbleweeds bounding over empty fields propelled by
swells of blizzard breath;
Young 21st century braves goalless, afraid, ashamed,
souls numbed from cold coals of emptiness, reach into a
hazy future further fogged by alcohol and drugs,
yet with dignity plod forward, driven to rise above
forces against their noble culture whimpering from
venomous "gifts" of psychiatry's thugs;
Now astride faithful horses, postured straight with
heads held proud-high, they ride into new sunrisen skies as
spirits of their people ascend to bless their vow:
"We know who we are! We will turn our history around!"
tumbleweeds bounding over empty fields propelled by
swells of blizzard breath;
Young 21st century braves goalless, afraid, ashamed,
souls numbed from cold coals of emptiness, reach into a
hazy future further fogged by alcohol and drugs,
yet with dignity plod forward, driven to rise above
forces against their noble culture whimpering from
venomous "gifts" of psychiatry's thugs;
Now astride faithful horses, postured straight with
heads held proud-high, they ride into new sunrisen skies as
spirits of their people ascend to bless their vow:
"We know who we are! We will turn our history around!"
Honking Winter In
Amber-colored beaks honking winter in
while the sun brings dawn around for
roosters to crow about.
while the sun brings dawn around for
roosters to crow about.
Marketing Hell
Above black bars of marketing hell
I create
in no time and no space,
building a wealth of things I make,
stacked and shoved in crevasses and corners
making a vacuum of spaceless horror
until I'm surrounded above my knees,
can barely walk or do things i please;
And then think when bills come due:
"I've got to sell!"
I come unglued
stop signs unhide themselves until
I sunder into must-market hell;
Oh, well, what can I say - it's just
another way to play;
And so upping my bootstraps I do the drill to
master the game (may as well),
avoiding consequences of more no-have nonsense
with blame, shame, regret and other such senselessness;
The bottom line is this, my cherished self:
You're the boss and no one else
Do what it takes, not what it doesn't
and erase forever the market-hell button;
Now enjoy that fresh clear new-found air as
you rise your being into millionairess,
(Ahhh, freedom at last from self-made big M mess)
I create
in no time and no space,
building a wealth of things I make,
stacked and shoved in crevasses and corners
making a vacuum of spaceless horror
until I'm surrounded above my knees,
can barely walk or do things i please;
And then think when bills come due:
"I've got to sell!"
I come unglued
stop signs unhide themselves until
I sunder into must-market hell;
Oh, well, what can I say - it's just
another way to play;
And so upping my bootstraps I do the drill to
master the game (may as well),
avoiding consequences of more no-have nonsense
with blame, shame, regret and other such senselessness;
The bottom line is this, my cherished self:
You're the boss and no one else
Do what it takes, not what it doesn't
and erase forever the market-hell button;
Now enjoy that fresh clear new-found air as
you rise your being into millionairess,
(Ahhh, freedom at last from self-made big M mess)
Rainbow Ride
I rode a rainbow across an April sky
the colors of it blinded by white sunlight with nowhere to hide
(why anyway?)
I shone myself as a sunny day
and smiled on those I love and
the few I temporarily hate.
the colors of it blinded by white sunlight with nowhere to hide
(why anyway?)
I shone myself as a sunny day
and smiled on those I love and
the few I temporarily hate.
Life as Love
As a day says light so I say love
as a stream hums peace I feel a quiet thrill
a pebble clicks on a broad grey stone
a still breeze moves above my head
and I above the trees see life as love.
as a stream hums peace I feel a quiet thrill
a pebble clicks on a broad grey stone
a still breeze moves above my head
and I above the trees see life as love.
Unsensuous Rapture
Music whispered trumpet bells
golden in African chant
smells of melon dancing sweets to noses lightly
red-blushed black-top children
running dust around noon carousel
near a pool of emerald water
while their laughter as children's
laughter anywhere sets a place delight
unsensuous rapture
golden in African chant
smells of melon dancing sweets to noses lightly
red-blushed black-top children
running dust around noon carousel
near a pool of emerald water
while their laughter as children's
laughter anywhere sets a place delight
unsensuous rapture
Who Knew?
Who knew that when you re-entered my life
as golden light after dormant years that
it would rekindle a bond so close as to pretend to be one,
no distance alloying its richness, its greatness;
I think of you and you are here
streaming affinity without space,
gracing my being with cherished treasure of
enduring soulship giving always its meaning;
and so together we rise beyond heights
with nowhere to grasp as we've surpassed the
stars into freedom at last...
my beloved forever friend.
as golden light after dormant years that
it would rekindle a bond so close as to pretend to be one,
no distance alloying its richness, its greatness;
I think of you and you are here
streaming affinity without space,
gracing my being with cherished treasure of
enduring soulship giving always its meaning;
and so together we rise beyond heights
with nowhere to grasp as we've surpassed the
stars into freedom at last...
my beloved forever friend.
Contemplating Calm
If some do things to make you
huff and puff into
red-faced exasperation,
pin-prickle your life to make
emotional frustrations leading to
uncomfortable friction,
maybe the best suggestion is to
validate them for what they do right;
this alone may make your days calmer and lighter,
a kind of balm that would soothe the strife,
and even enhance yours and the others' life.
huff and puff into
red-faced exasperation,
pin-prickle your life to make
emotional frustrations leading to
uncomfortable friction,
maybe the best suggestion is to
validate them for what they do right;
this alone may make your days calmer and lighter,
a kind of balm that would soothe the strife,
and even enhance yours and the others' life.
In a Befuddled Fog?
Decide what you're trying to do;
Put that on a fast train headed to
where you want to go;
Hop on with it,
Hurdle road-blocks, not-want-to-do's, things that oppose;
Fire up your engine, pour on the coals
burn rubber to reach that goal!
Put that on a fast train headed to
where you want to go;
Hop on with it,
Hurdle road-blocks, not-want-to-do's, things that oppose;
Fire up your engine, pour on the coals
burn rubber to reach that goal!
Buzzing Busy
Every dang day packed with buzzing around busy,
crammed with endless to-do lists,
crowds wanting this, wanting that,
demanding your attention until you bark,
"DRAT!"
"Alone is what I crave. Please God! Just one day in a
cool quiet haven, ALONE without pulls from every corner,
'I wanna this, I wanna that'...'this needs to be done, and,
oh god, that,'
I'm not a bee that has to buzz 'til I collapse!"
Then at last, before you reach berserk,
you have that day - ahhhh, finally...
gourmet dessert! A haven to call your own...
relaxed, comfy nap, no sound - alone.
A few hours pass, you awaken with thoughts
slapping your mind around: "If I don't do it, who will,"
"That isn't done," "Oh, I forgot to..." "Did I do..."
"Okay, just CHILL! I'm doing this!"
All now calm, you drift off with one last thought:
"I've got to add this to my list."
crammed with endless to-do lists,
crowds wanting this, wanting that,
demanding your attention until you bark,
"DRAT!"
"Alone is what I crave. Please God! Just one day in a
cool quiet haven, ALONE without pulls from every corner,
'I wanna this, I wanna that'...'this needs to be done, and,
oh god, that,'
I'm not a bee that has to buzz 'til I collapse!"
Then at last, before you reach berserk,
you have that day - ahhhh, finally...
gourmet dessert! A haven to call your own...
relaxed, comfy nap, no sound - alone.
A few hours pass, you awaken with thoughts
slapping your mind around: "If I don't do it, who will,"
"That isn't done," "Oh, I forgot to..." "Did I do..."
"Okay, just CHILL! I'm doing this!"
All now calm, you drift off with one last thought:
"I've got to add this to my list."
Cherokee Rain Dance
PUM pum PUM pum PUM pum PUM pum beat
Cherokee dancing drums,
Flailing headdress feathers pierce dry sky,
Color-flashing bronze bodies bend as willow bows
back and forth in rhythm to
prairie grass blowing in spring-warm wind,
dancing the rain in;
High above we ride enchanted with
PUM pum-pulsing drums,
souls soothed from days pummeled
with worry shrouds as
thunderbolts flash crooked bright gold through
steel-blue bursting clouds,
rushing showers pelt parched earth, promising
cornucopian harvest to fill all with its wealth.
Cherokee dancing drums,
Flailing headdress feathers pierce dry sky,
Color-flashing bronze bodies bend as willow bows
back and forth in rhythm to
prairie grass blowing in spring-warm wind,
dancing the rain in;
High above we ride enchanted with
PUM pum-pulsing drums,
souls soothed from days pummeled
with worry shrouds as
thunderbolts flash crooked bright gold through
steel-blue bursting clouds,
rushing showers pelt parched earth, promising
cornucopian harvest to fill all with its wealth.
Fireside Friends
Bittersweet summer's end
when fickle September lends
heightened heat then
sunders to cooler blends,
ushering October in
with gently exploding
golden colors
firing senses to mingle with
crispy air tingling noses red
to warm by toasting marshmallows
with fireside friends.
when fickle September lends
heightened heat then
sunders to cooler blends,
ushering October in
with gently exploding
golden colors
firing senses to mingle with
crispy air tingling noses red
to warm by toasting marshmallows
with fireside friends.
Wisps of Bliss
At times when senses are dulled by incessant summer,
I search to rediscover my muse's universe in hopes to rekindle
its relentless whispers of dancing rhythms
only to find its elusive game of hide-and-seek while
waiting for cool October mist when thoughts'
cacophonies gently slide into an autumn-crisp mood,
inviting me to again play cascading word-wisps of bliss with
my insouciantly elusive musical muse.
I search to rediscover my muse's universe in hopes to rekindle
its relentless whispers of dancing rhythms
only to find its elusive game of hide-and-seek while
waiting for cool October mist when thoughts'
cacophonies gently slide into an autumn-crisp mood,
inviting me to again play cascading word-wisps of bliss with
my insouciantly elusive musical muse.
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