Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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The Mantel Cracked

June 20, 2009

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A timber house built by a calloused hand

The numb hand that built the stone hearth


The foundation of both laid on uneven ground

By a hand too tempted  by haste to mind


Too few nails joining plank to beam

Nor enough mortar to bed stone


Too much need makes way for mindless haste

Always the less in building the less in standing


The hand no more careless than its mind

A mind lost in need unaware of spirit


Spiritless homestead where children dare be born

In a home that has need yet not time


No time for nurturing by the light of the hearth

Soulless fire giving no warmth yet stoking want


A fireplace lacking the ability to feed the souls

of the family starving within the uneven home


Leaving only ghosts who wanted for so much

That the Mantel cracked beneath the load

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Cracked Mantel

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Ungreateful tied hands

June 19, 2009

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How tranquil the painter upon the hill

Backdrop of Mountains overlooking ocean

Such gifts he is given

Standing in tall grass where tall trees once stood

I need to create but this canvass is not mine

These tools are forced on me by bigger people

The frame is cheap pine and weak joined

The canvass unevenly stretched with too little gesso

Two colors on a plastic pallet

One brush


What joy if there is no freedom


So I paint a cave within a Mountain cove

A place to hide

A place to hibernate

…and the painter is gone

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Systolic Light

May 18, 2009

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At rest ◊ No activity ◊ Asleep

Mundane


Conserving energy ◊ Memory off ◊ Disconnected

Empty


-The Flat Line between Beats-


Pulses of energy

Compelling movement

With a drum roll of heartbeats

Generating


Coursing visuals

Dictating pen

Leather bound Tablet

Creating


Hamilcar’s Javelin

Thrown into the void

Sparking upon impact

Illumination


Balance & Peace

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Treeline

January 29, 2009

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On the Path

the trail ends

no more steps

On the Mountain

Trekking up the Mountain

my mountain

The Path will eventually end

my path

The time comes

my time

To carve new steps

my steps

Or

End all progression

my end

Stand still treelike

my stillness

Cast a shadow down the Mountain

my shadow

Hiding the paths of the journey

my hiding

from the Sun

It’s the Treeline

It’s why so many Great Mountains

Are bare at the Summit

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Dante’s Tours

August 13, 2008

Welcome to Life

Where the lucky

Are hurt young

And the unfortunate

Die numb

Have a seat

It’ll take you through

I’ll start you as a child

Warm & new

You will

live

love

hurt

and die

Make people happy

Or ruin their lives

I promise you’ll like it

And the price is fair

Pay me anyway you like

For I haven’t a care

The rules can change

Though without notice

You can bet anything

That’ll teach you what hope is

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Plea before the Bench

August 12, 2008

Ahhhhh…

Blank page

Before my eyes again

Challenger of my Soul

Is it you that guides me

Towards fate

Will you be my judge

In the end

Sarcasm    Dreams

Hate    Love

Apathy    Religion

Drool    Wisdom

Upon your skin

I testify

Of these things

I am guilty

Who I am

and what I’ve done

For good

And the bad

Whether you acquit me

Or condemn

I thank you

Though not for your verdict

As much as you presence

You dear page

Who bears my weight

When I cannot

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Stalked by Anger

August 11, 2008

Climbing a mountain high

Loose stones fall

In the bright blinding Sun

The stones become hot

Dust and sharp fragments

Choke     Bruise     Distract

Uncertain of footing

I  wander from the path

To a most familiar predator

On this ground I am prey

My heart begins to race

As it crawls near

My eyes wrestle it’s silhouette

From behind splintered stone

A face so vermin like

With red matted hair

Like a chameleon

In it’s holocaustic terrain

A living sore

In a blasted volcanic world

Infinitesimal

But sensing my awareness

Our roles then reverse

It cannot strike fear

Into what it cannot surprise

And in the light of day

It’s smallness is laughable

I look it in the eye

Show that I’m not afraid

I’m not so lost

That I cannot find my path

Yet spitting acidic vitriol

That stains then burns

Attacking in it’s retreat

Scurrying back into hiding

I cup the wound and rinse it

In clear cool water

Only a momentary flinch

Leaving not even a mark

I have avoided it’s bite

And weathered the poison

Looking over my shoulder

I see back to my path

The creature and I

Will soon dance again

For it ever tracts me

Always in my shadow