Thursday, November 29, 2007

“A snowflake’s quest”

Everything in life sets us out on a quest. Oft, we make of it more than it is and, at times, forget that what life is really about, is joy. To me we reach this place at birth and we leave at death, this time between is WHAT really matters. Not heaven or hell, but what is right here, right now. A snowflake comes with the winter and goes with the spring, as does everything in their own way.

Awakened from this cloudy womb, cast out into the cold and gloom
Born of wind and vapors, ghosts of brothers and sisters
Sent forth by millions to swoon in cold environs beneath sun and moon
These white-encumbered be-dashed wonders, in the throws of winter

Falling down into gravities grip, seeing the world spin and flip
Spreading these wings of icy fangs, gliding down past wind and rain
Following cold fingers that hop and skip, hoping not to be torn and ripped
Screaming alive, their song is sang, knowing that life’s bell has just been rang

Only then swept up by sights of land, so covered by white, too much to understand
These hearts that race dash their hammers, rushing with such excitement it doesn’t matter
All brethren to meet hand in hand, to celebrate this wonder as best they can
These white-encumbered be-dashed wonders, in the throws of winter

Friday, November 9, 2007

Grave Digger

This poem is about day and night. A sort of whimsical fable about a man who rises the sun and puts it to rest.

A man shovels the day one shovel a time away ‘till buried and gone
And night they do not part for they are here two and two of heart
The stars alight and cast like angle dust to ward this place a crowded face
Until the moon that roams like an old man two steps from the tomb
Looks down at this man and grumbles, “Don’t you see, wee small ‘ittle man
Life is big ya understand, a big magical place full of big unimaginable tastes,
eh ‘ittle man?
it’s best you fall asleep so to meet the sun rinsed in morning innocence.”

Yet that he cannot do, not so long as the day is buried and gone away, he knew

Dig, dig, dig the digger digs as fast as he can shovel this sand, he digs
Until he sees light fracture the night, blinding him in radiance
Shovel after shovel uncovers the light and as warm as she is in his arms, there too, is fright
For he cannot keep her, she will burn him to ash and cinder, and send asunder
Reaching back, tears smoldered to steam and salt blackened, he throws her radiance gleaming piercing him like a sword,
He throws her so far, so high, as far as he can Oh Lord!

And Day is kept this way awake and we Earthly creatures thrust our arms into sky
And happily stare lovingly, fingers seething in her hair.
A toast to life and light and a toast, also, to the sleeping night
Where death opens eyes and sees us through opened skies
shows us those come before and reminds us that death is an open door
and that we must remember what the living of life is for

And thrown as she was [the sun], so far, so high, fall too she must to thundering dust
down to where the timeless war is waged by a ‘ittle man
who has suffered to be the giver of all days forward,
And the godly sun, he buries her away each night
And darkness is kept once more until the moon looks down and kindly implores,
“Oh grave digger, dig the sun away and give me some rest, I’m tired and truly you are a friend and will give me my sleep.” So the grave digger puts ‘em to bed and sleeps he does all the more longingly its said
like father to son, and lover to lover,
he pulls up the sun and casts her forward
so far, so high, as far as he can Oh Lord!
so the day can swoon until the coming of the moon

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Sunshine Daydream

Sleep but do not be tired
awaken but do not open your eyes
reach out and see knowing the world can be experienced
laugh and know that you can hear
touch and know that you can feel
tread through this open landscape
and discover the undiscovered
dance on the water and sink into its cold embrace
breath and swim away like a great fish
soar like an eagle and dive like a sparrow
whisper to the wind and let it tell you stories of when
the world was young


There is something quite pleasing about the quiet nature of the outdoors. I inquire not about its soul, but witness it, speechless with mouth open, and I don't beleaguer it with nonsense, such as why, how, when. I but listen and watch and know that this is the way things are. That is peace enough for me. And it's the peace I seek whenever I can tear myself away from work and the city.

See the sun
Slowly slide down

Watch the horizon
Hone from the heavens

Collect your soul
Respect the moment
Ever fading!

Friday, November 2, 2007

Continuous improvement

The mind and body coexist. In order to keep the mind clear you must keep the body strong and healthy. As such, you reach for your full potential and, without doing so, you are merely less than you could have been. More emotional, more taciturn and dissatisfied. It is in this state that you can lose touch with your goals and needs, even with those you care for most or doing what you enjoy doing most. So then, take charge and rearrange your lifestyle. Keep your body in shape, work your mind by discovering new ideas, and accept challenge not as a threat but as a spice that can invigorate your daily grind. And remember, you are one in mind, you are strong inside, you are focused and you are anything you dare to seek. So go forth and be one who sought, not one who simply thought to do and did nothing at all...

Thursday, November 1, 2007

The Puppeteer

It is fall, and nearing its midpoint, I think it best to remiss on the wonder of this lovely time of year, to hold on to it for as long as possible. And yesterday, Saint Hallows Eve, so perfectly situated in the midst of natures own time of death warrants celebration, too, although I prefer the former.

Evil, evil in my mind
it pursues never to kind
Help me, help me what it finds
The deepest darkest memories alive
it digs them up
oh, are they mine?
everything I am torn inside
for pleasure of it, it makes me sick
I kill the weakest, torture the strongest
the screams, the screams hurt me the longest
but what can I do, I’m but a puppet
to it, to it
pulled by strings stronger than me
all I do is try to get free
but the harder I try the less I see
I run in the dark, I run in the day
I do my best but it finds me anyway
it takes its hold, it feels so cold

I cross the land looking for people
so very greedy, ready to kill
just for me, a little pay
and we are on our way
an army ready, we're oh so many
I lead them to a city
I point to the walls, I tell them to go there
and kill them all
loot the money and burn the buildings
until all that is left of this grand old city
is ashes and bones

again, again its all begun
all I can do is run, run, run
little do I know it's all for fun
I watch it cleave men in two
I hide in my mind and watch it too
think me mad, think me crazy
can’t you just help me or are you too lazy?
maybe I’ll kill you
just maybe, just maybe
I laugh a shrill laugh
just save me, just save me
That’s all I ask before its too late
and you are buried in a cask
headless, heartless tortured to death
for the pleasure of me give me some rest
I am done, I passed the test
let me dream alone, my nightmare is done
I get up from bed and help me
ashes on the floor, blood on the ground
a tent above me, an army outside
I try to scream but it takes control
it says to me that its just begun to have some fun
it tells me a tale of all the evil
it laughs at me the devil, the devil