Thursday, January 29, 2009

Sparkle in her eye

Had I kindness abandoned from above;
A sunray flung through stogy clouds from sun,
would I crumble impaled from your love?
Would I tremble in fear near-missed and run?

Not quite a man dressed in dragon scales,
I would go down running, an antelope.
No measure of heart would bear my wailing
if I were to yield to you and elope

So take your breath filled with sweet surrenders,
let it escape my heart and leave me sane.
There is no love preserved sweet and tender,
no yearning for the curse of empty pain.

But I can’t refuse the cast of your eyes,
they are complete with tears, and me, your prize!

Rabbit Hole

It was a full measure of fear;
were it to reflect like a mirror,
I would appear sideways, scared of
the reflecting form of his love.

Trembling lips, my knocking knees,
all courage repelled, sent fleeing.
Fluttering heartbeat, sweating palms;
nowhere near a sheltering calm!

Stare at me, well-set eyes of red,
fire stormed ilk-spawn, sickly-dead.
Deft of me to face you squarely
with brave-struck eyes set daringly!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Spirits

Though things may not be as they seem
I blind myself from this dream
I capture my life in a bottle and hide it
I drink from its spirit
so this day may be something of merit

Inspiration (Haiku)

Crazy-dazed dreamy day
swallowed hours digested
vicariously

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Fire Dance

A cool wind blows
from the North.
The wisdom of the mountains high
have said,
“This winter will be fierce!”
But I’m afraid
we are no longer fierce.
Our strength left
with the herds
and our feet
failed to keep beat.

Our price is our doom?
The old? The young?
Only the strong will live.

We of the old ways will
rise up with the ash.
And today the fire
grows strong,
the heat radiates
off the faces,
and we sway in song.
As leader, I appeal
for hope.

“Decide oh great ones
that we,
who are your children,
who live under your guidance,
will follow you as we
always have.
Our struggle builds our muscle,
our strength is infallible.
We, your children,
Are capable!”

But death comes this night
from the beak of a bird
“Cacaw, cacaaaaaaw!”
And the beating of hooves
and the clank of soldiers guns...

Friday, January 23, 2009

Hitchhiker Man (Version II)

Slip away the hours that wander by

Take in the days you’ve ridden hard and fast

Rest back on milepost, let out a sigh

Know sooner or later you’ll reach the coast


Just stick out your thumb, you hitchhiker man

and hitch a ride through this wilderness land

Chase down that pickup truck, jump in the back

Watch road peel away like a raceway track


Life isn’t slow; hell life is a bit fast

Don’t try and see far beyond kicked up dust

Look downward; see what you’re movin’ on past

So much thrill leaves you adrenaline-rushed


Jumping out from truck and leather footin’

Up this burned out highway you’re a workin’

Take up all you got in this here world

and come to know life is worth a twirl


Come morn there’s your kind shadow, tall or short

Racing out, giving it hell, surely sport

Not seeing bounds like normal people do

just heading out, fading into the blue


An old truck driving fast ya understand

Getting on by, but you’ll catch it up swift

And stick your thumb out, Hitchhiker man

with gleaming grin, so happy for a lift


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Slip away the hours that wonder by

Take in the days you’ve ridden hard and fast

Rest back on milepost, let out a sigh

Know sooner or later you’ll reach the coast


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Wheat fields, lake shores, and wide mountain vistas

Towns and cities, wild cattle and horses

Trucks and truck stops, night lights and small farms

young women holding baby’s in their arms


All life shouldn’t be shut up in our heads

Got to give ‘er freedom, give ‘er wings

Life ain’t livin’ in the comfort of bed

It’s livin’ everyday for what it brings


Make your adventure when at a crossroads

Take the steep path you may fear, oft will loath

Stop workin’ for the man you’re a slave too

life’s for gettin’, so unpocket this cue


Just stick out your thumb, you hitchhiker man

and hitch a ride through this wilderness land

Chase down that pickup truck, jump in the back

Watch road peel away like a raceway track


Life’s just dust kicked up in the passing wind

kept afloat as long as you’re going fast

Can’t ever let the dust settle, my friend

Got to keep ‘er going to make ‘er last


…you hitchhiker man

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Crushed

Along a lonely path rests a lone man

suddenly too aware

of time’s frothy splash

of this day’s running

of tomorrow’s silent churning

he’s come to find meaning clouded

by dreams sundered

by hopes floundered

by brilliant disillusioned lies

hopelessly wailing their own last rights



He’s found his measuring cup in life half empty

he's discovered there’s no longer

the urge to continue

beyond the lonely path

no effort left in him to spin once more

into a frivolous cycle

no way to clean the ills of a wasted life

too hungry to swim

too heavy to float

too crushed to care

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Alpine butterfly

The wind spins tall tales. She is a sprite that harnesses the cool or warm air and tosses it over your head. I love the wind in the mountains, in the cities, anywhere.

Thanks to Silence for helping me on this one! And contributing a few lines. It wouldn't be the same without.

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The wind,
she dances wildly.
Two steps up,
five steps down.

Her dueling partner,
the desert
crowds in on her,
on this diamond-clear night,
where shadow hives
of highland flora flirt
with buzzing lovers.

Morning dew
on fragile wing,
honey dripping
from green-feathered toes,
in a morning waltz.

Primordial winds,
out in blue-steel light
meet in fluttering unison,
like an alpine butterfly
joins the flower,
fitfully swaying to the touch,
of the desert…

Monday, January 12, 2009

Fuckin' Box

My room a box
my house a box
my world a box

I look out my window
at a blue house next to a pink one
I drive to work through cities of them
big ones and small ones

I work in a box
staring at a box
never thinking outside the box
a man who will one day die
only to be buried
In a fuckin’ box....

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Relinquish - a haiku

A short Haiku I changed from another friend's version.

happiness with you
swaying in arms of palm fronds
my secret or yours