APRIL

2010
JANUARY

2010
MARCH

2009
Magic glistening
standing in the mushroom ring.
Bulldozer flattens.
Lonely nights again.
My thoughts are of you again.
A lover’s full moon.
Life is just perfect.
Life and death in harmony.
Mother earth surrounds.
In the darkened hours
the demons are soul searching.
The moon has the pledge.
Inadvertently
the lost memory returns.
The cold north wind blows.
MIRROR IMAGES
From my side of the mirror
you are the illusion, reality.
Somewhere in the distant reaches
a mirror shatters and crumbles;
    a cry in the night
    brings forth the reality
    and the light that blinds.
From my side of the mirror
there is nothing to see
as the mirror is in pieces
no illusion, no reality.
WHEN FROM THE BEGINNING
The sunrise;
and how glorious the day?
The colors that mark the divide
between the dreams and the reality
are there but a fleeting moment
and slipping from one to the other
is not easy when from the beginning
the dream is as hazed as the reality.

The waking;
and how glorious the day?
The machine is ready to function;
there are no dreams and reality
fades to a nightmarish illusion
and slipping from one to the other
is not easy when from the beginning
the savage longs to attack the machine.

The sunset;
and how glorious the day?
The machine's turned off; the human on
and again the dreams are floating free
and the reality becomes just another
and slipping from one to the other
is so easy when from the beginning
the myth holds sway over the dream.

The night;
and how glorious the day?
The stars glimmering in the skies
are only guidelines for the dreams
that are leaving a reality behind
and slipping from one to the other
is the easiest thing I can conceive
when the reality leaves the dreams.
THIS IS A RECORDING
Pity tonight is in the heart
for one who has for fifty years
watched the movements of the world.
One who clocked and recorded this and that
in a futile attempt to fully understand
the great realizations of the movements
from the one day into the next day,
only to realize within the grand ending
the passing was finished; and that was all
that was watched, recorded and clocked,
the passing of minutes of an empty life.
MAGICAL WORDS DO NOT EXIST
If there was a new magical word
I could bring into this world
to cast away your entanglements,
I would, in an instant, shout it
but
there are not even magical words
I can utter within my world
to relieve me of my illusions
and, in turn, I can do nothing,
so
I will miss the heavy footsteps
stepping lightly pass my door,
bringing joy for a fleeting instant
when the earth is held in twilight.
Now
I will carry with me silence into time;
the silent hope for a future to be kind
and return to me soon the one I love
within a world that remains unplanned.
WINTER'S RETURN
The wind blows ungently
pushing only the snow
across the northern plains.
Swirling monsters prowl
upon drifts piled on drift
as crescent moons
shape everything
still
in the time
of winter's return.
FEBUARY

2010
My mind quivered,
only the touch of your hand.
My heart is warming.
Flowers in the dawn
Remind me of your beauty
And my heart is lost.
Darkness surrounding
fragile souls walking the path;
Where is the abyss?
Held you in my arms.
Gave a last passionate kiss.
The dawn walks away.
In hidden moments,
the moments between moments,
the wolf's mournful howl.
REGAINED GLOW
In the days of the past you were there
and my heart was singing a carefree tone
beneath a sun rising in the early day.

In the days retreating you are not here
and my heart is wailing, not singing
beneath the sun currently shining now.

In the days arriving I want you here
with my heart in harmony, singing again
beneath a sun that has regained a glow.
MOMENTS IN LIFE
In the morning hours
before the sun has waken
your thought touches me
     and as the sun continues to rise
     your thought wanders through my mind
     creating dreams of another world
where my heart is yours
as we wander together
the moments in life.
PONDER
Mystic moments, shining eyes.  I love you
and stumble as I cannot remain true.
My heart remains hidden beneath tumbles
I was never aware happened.  Stumbled
along without the grace of your lost love.
  There were words about love being kind
  but they are words lost to the blind.
Ended badly as I watched the view fade.
A lost cause by the time you smashed the jade.
There were once visions in an ancient time
when we saw our loving magic outshine
the raging imagine of heaven above.
  Lost with no tears left to cry we wander
  along lonely sea shores.  Here we ponder.
ANOTHER ATTEMPT
The magician returns to the scene of the crime
and carefully notes the traces he left behind.
He flees with the knowledge he will be caught.

The dragon returns, notices the theft, scents the air.
A defeating roar, a hunt begins, the magician runs harder
with the egg he knows will sustain the spell as it unfolds.

He stumbles, losing the egg to keep the balance needed for life
and slides along ever faster in a desperate effort to escape.
He frantically flails as the earth stops beneath him and he floats.

The dragon roars in frustration, gives up the hunt to save the egg
and allows the magician to cast the spell that enables him to flee.
The magician in his camp smiles as he prepares for another attempt.
Where's the gargoyle while the lion sleeps
snarling?
Visions are stalking dreamers on this night,
hiding
in the shadows as they seek to be unseen.

The sun rises again, illuminates the shadows
fleeing.
The dreamer wakes sprouting word of the vision
fleeing.
Again the world is born with another unfolding.
UNFOLDING
BOTS saying "Do not both me."
Nature's harmony,
the unnatural silence
as thunder cuts loose.
In hidden moments,
the moments between moments,
the wolf's mournful howl.
Movements continue,
a constant flow of motion;
never an ending.
Morning calls the sun
and morning calls us awake;
engines purring loud.
Captured in the hunt
a wolf howls pleading mercy.
The moon rises full.

THE THOUGHT
In the moment when the thought began,
I was not there.
Universe unfolds
expanding the moving thought
into a sun rise.
I came later
Just to look into your unfolding eyes.
    Saw the moon take shape
    as your lovely eyes sparkled
    while the thought unfolds.
In a charmed heart the thought came to rest
and proclaims:  “I love you!”
A MOON IS AT REST
Where is the world?
Where are you?
  Floating in space
  trying to find.

  Imagination
  tries to find the several keys
  in a morning sun.

Turning you find
the world spins;
  the lost soul
  out of control.

  Laughter fills the void
  of a mad man's dimension.
  A moon is at rest.
.
ANOTHER PATH OF SUFFERING
The Lord blesses, Satan cures
and I walk free
down another path
suffering.
   I once saw a mouse
   that smiled as it ate the cat
   screaming at the moon.
The cross is such a burden
walking through Jerusalem
down another path,
suffering.
   Fate is sometimes strange,
   lovers caress in the night.
   The cave was empty.
The flames keep me warmer
than the winds generating
another wayward path
of suffering.
   Never was in awe
   of the spell cast over me
   in the morning sun.
I woke with blesses and curses
still saying my prayers
on another path
of suffering.
AND THE ANCIENT ONES ARE NOT LISTENING
Twilight;
I see clearly
the world
exploding and changing.
The colors fading
to darkness.

Internal pressures
dampen the spirit
that calls at night
to one who promises
then does not deliver.

Twilight darkness
the hope fading.
last rays of the sun
pierce the horizon
catching in action

external pressures
reviving the spirit
that is always calling
to the ancient ones
beyond the horizon.
THE ONSLAUGHT'S BEGINNING
The realm is silent as the waking sun colorfully mounts
the morning sky.  The watcher sings his spelled song
in the lapping twilight deep within the forest glen.
The serenity of life begins another moment and sounds
move through the silence that formally held the night
and the wizard wakes.  His eyes open, blinded briefly
as a fireball streaks across the sky thundering to him
of challenges issued in cycles that locks the moment
and preordains.  The wizard looks and sees and knows
then returns himself and refuses the world enveloping,
then rests knowing this is the first of the onslaught.
Mostly amusing,
the passing of the seconds.
Rainbows please the eyes.
Find me in the dark
plotting a way for glory;
no thoughts of the Lord.
Quietly departs
and what remains is stronger.
Ginger on a grave.
Memory serves me
sometimes misinterpreting.
My lord will forgive.
Be calm in the world;
embrace life to its fullness,
watch the rainbow form.
FRIGHTENED
I wish to spent them with you,
the moments left in this life.
Not sure why my heart fell at your feet,
not sure what the future holds
other than death and destruction
and the wrath of the Lord visiting man
asking repentance for the many sins.
Actually frightens me to realize
in the moments left in this life
I wish to spend them with you.
I SIMPLY DO NOT KNOW
Spinning around in a twirling universe
I lost my way
exploring unknown nebulas and novas
in a dimension
not wishing to be charted by explorers
seeking extraction
of the wealth that is hidden within.

I continued lost
seeking a way amongst the various stars
that confuse me
with their constant motion around a center
of undefined space
that I could never approach and capture
and hold as mine.

I never did find the way to that center
where things rest
after the enlightenment that comes after
the fear passes.
Perhaps because I was never enlightened,
perhaps never feared.
Still holding my heart I simply do not know.
SOMETIMES
Sometimes
wishes granted.
In darken alley ways
least fulfilled moments
are passing.

Sometimes
wishes denied.
In full sunlight
unfulfilled moments
are crying.

Sometimes
wishes ignored.
In a full moon
magic moments
are laughing.
I HEAR THE ELF SINGING
The elf is still singing in the land
songs of harmony
                        of the lost ways.
Singing to those who remained behind.
I was walking in the forest
seeking the forbidden trails
and the song caught me unaware;
a song in harmony
                         for the lost ways
to those who still want to follow.
I hear the elf singing in the land.
A SMILING HOWL
Beyond the morning's cup of coffee
I seek madness.
    An instant will lose
    the passing of a lifetime.
    The wolf's on the prowl

    howling at the moon
    calling forth the gathering
    in some mystic glen.
I found madness
as I shed skin and grow the fur
    to keep the night warm.
    It's only in an instance
    you will win the game

    while the next instance
    will treat you as the loser
    smiling as you howl.