Misc Poems from September 2010

This is a few misc., poems from September. The first is called the Precession of Equinoxes. The definition is below. I wanted it to show that life is a circle, that everything comes back unto itself...that really now is forever.

Def:

Motion of the points where the Sun crosses the celestial equator, caused by precession of Earth's axis. Hipparchus noticed that the stars' positions were shifted consistently from earlier measures, indicating that Earth, not the stars, was moving. This precession, a wobbling in the orientation of Earth's axis with a cycle of almost 26,000 years, is caused by the gravity of the Sun and the Moon acting on Earth's equatorial bulge. The planets also have a small influence on precession. Projecting Earth's axis onto the celestial sphere locates the northern and southern celestial poles. Precession makes these points trace out circles on the sky and also makes the celestial equator wobble, changing its points of intersection (equinoxes) with the ecliptic.

The precession of equinoxes


Travel through my mind

Over deserts, oceans, forests, and back

Do not deceive yourself

You have come

You have ventured

But the destination

Revolves back to the beginning

Before you were

Cause after is beyond

They are one and the same

We are here, right now

Forever and ever

And that is amazing

Makes my heart flutter

And knees weak

I am what I am forever

These deserts, oceans, forests, and back

Like a precession of equinoxes

The circle of life is written in our hearts

As well as the heavens....


Fly Catcher


There shines in me a fire

And it burns and burns

There is no dripping sweat

I am not warm

But hair, skin and bones

They are turned to ash

And when the burning ceases

Nothing remains but my naked soul

Shivering next to my smoldering body


Shooting Stars


If there were not dreams

I could not stand here with you

Without weakened knees

So come alone

Walk through the dark halls of night

Meet me in the moonlight

And let’s speak of now

Forests of green

It is easy to escape, easy to leave behind the weight of our social lives. There is simplicity in the actions of merely surviving and not burying yourself under the strain of existing within the constraints of work, city or town, and home. Easy to linger where there is no responsibility. You simply exist. Any temptation to forsake it becomes more and more powerful, cause you ache for familiar connections. In absence of them, you create others to replace. Less sentient, but in your mind, alive in these 'forests of green'.

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It does not matter how
I came to these
Forests of green

For when eye peers through
foggy rhymes
into lucid features line
over line
I am rigged with awe
and allegories of dragons here
and magic’s I cannot break from

Of form and function I am
a man still
but my words
they are no longer - desirable
they are now images of
aromatic fragrances of
and no longer useful except
for recalling
what I was many, many moons
ago

This place has changed me
from what I was

I now meet and discuss ideas with
Elder Trees
Mossy Rocks
Crooked Streams
And Walking Meadows among so
many, many more like the
Lost Wolf and Shy Bear

And among all I am
known simply or not
so simply
as, “Snowbound Dagger
of Fire and Ice”

It was along this same track
I became lost
this track I travel now
and even if memories remain
I have changed too much to relish
returning
for time is a turning page
and my chapter is fixed
every word read forward
becomes magnetized backwardly
to the now I have languished in among these
shadowed and silent
forests of green

As swift as I loom over enlightenment
and escape
night's arrow of darkness hides my
way forward
and I slip back from this track I follow
back into the leaves
back into the moss
back where eyes do not linger
that do not understand
how I came here
or why I remain...