Oh mountain angel I have seen you
In the wet, heavy fog
In the tears of dew
In the ghostly canyons behind polished river logs
Oh mountain angel I have heard you
Under the snow bent branches
Under the giggling golden grass
Under the lichen-covered boulder-strewn benches
Oh mountain angel I have smelled you
With fir needles in your hair
With frost over your heather buds
With blossoms and bees swarming the air
But it is only as I tumble down from your heavens
That, at last, we meet
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The place where the wind goes
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To Endure
Hearts are like the flowers
Full of purple
Full of pink
Full of red
Full of the yellow
Like the sunlight they drink in
Hearts are like the moon light
Shimmering on the waves
Beating into sand and retreating
In rivulets that drain back to the source
Hearts are like the ice torn ridges high on mountains
They endure
They survive
And when the sun comes out, they shine
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Salvaged from the gray
She tells me, “You are nothing”
And in this place, I am not,
But I am.
Where transparent I have existed
Where bodiless I have form
You tell me, “You will wander,
but will not find.”
I have wandered and have not found.
But in seeking I have seen
I have heard
And come to know the Earth
And all her kindred souls
She is wise
and I have been made wiser
Through forests I may run to bend the pines
Through deserts I may carve the sands
Through oceans I may ripple the seas
Through canyons I may ricochet off rock and roost
Through leaves and grass I may rise and fall
And through day and night I will never give pause
Perhaps I have become more than ‘nothing’
Even if my appearance is deceiving
Even if I am as clear as glass
We are all at one time lost
but we are certainly not nothing
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Gentle Giants
I see blood
On the hands
Of these mountains I love
No tears
No fears
Just blood
On the hands
Of these mountains I love
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Forever
If I said I loved you
Would you, would you love me too
- forever
If I said goodbye instead
Would you forget me like the breeze
Running backwards through the trees
If I said goodbye to you
Would you, would you say goodbye too
- forever
If I said hello instead
Would tears stream down your face
Streaming from those fears replaced
Or when the light reflects the visions
Of what could be
Entropy of the heart
Torn and ripped apart
Or softly beating
Not bursting
You are thirsting for fingers on your mind
Playing chords of happiness inside
Drifting from head to toe
Forgetting what you know
- forever
If I said I loved you
Would you, would you love me too
- forever
If I said goodbye instead
Would you forget me like the breeze
Running backwards through the trees
If I said goodbye to you
Would you, would you say goodbye too
- forever
If I said hello instead
Would tears stream down your face
Streaming from those fears replaced
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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
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