Does anyone ask a bird to sing or a rose to bloom?
Does anyone comfort a butterfly in times of gloom?
Reaping nectar is built into a honeybee's instinct.
Aren't thoughts and feelings, like chains of pearls, with mind and heart linked?
Themes, like flowers and leaves of the autumn, are before me.
I had to, as a gentle breeze, lift them and make them free.
Words sometimes flow freely, like whirling rivers in a flood.
They get blocked at other times and put pressure in my blood.
Are similes and metaphors, like celluloid romance,?
They're sometimes fireless furnaces and other times full of trance.
Isn't the coining of words like hunting the wildest beasts?
I pursue after them, yet, as though they are my heartbeats
A cosmos with galaxies is hidden in each little song
My poems, like endless gold or diamond mines, throng long
In times of endless emptiness, I take refuge in these
In turbulence and turmoil, aren't these arts that grant me peace?
The show completely whirls me over.
Each device has its stance grow closer.
Dreams are being shattered in some way.
Lead to tying up a chain of fears of dismay.
You can't fly with an extensive period of pain.
Farewell kisses are altogether the grave vain.
The trip of a wet bird is bound to decay.
How leads are adored softly by a waterway.
Leave on an excursion to greatness.
Divine love streams from the fireless.
Take a walk around the radiant weather.
Initial impressions of a bizarre culture.
Wind, trill, age flying ring a mighty bell to mind.
Is it fair to note death now that I'm outside?
Written: October 19, 2021
Phones, wireless.
Cooking, fireless.
Cars, keyless.
Food, fatless.
Tires, tubeless.
Youth, jobless.
Leaders, shameless.
Relationships, meaningless.
Attitudes, careless.
Babies, fatherless.
Feelings, heartless.
Children, manner less.
We are speechless.
Government is clueless.
Politicians are worthless,
and I am scared ****less.
The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.
I slipped you a talking pill
As the loam, pulsing dust of cars
Filled up on dark shofars.
I slip on an unwritten will.
Eerie green bolts fill the firmament;
Arbor confusion hangs an effigy
Inviting the serial hinterlands decree
To dream green seals the parchment.
The serrated squid with a man's face
Opens its serpent eyes, preemptive;
Swamp spirits deliberate a redemptive
blue hesper corroding Man's one race.
I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
Bellowing at my helm, unaware
That electricity is not all I share
With my unseen body: Heark Asunder.
Gryphons, gargoyles and cornsilk eyes
Trifecta on the organ: my song
Of deafness slides into deep wrong,
As a wish to eradicate all a wish denies.
Our hearts unlocked that haste to bleed
inky filth in the sleeping bag,
plush lips imparting terror gag
at pitch-lit bones' fireless greed.
Synthemesc candelabras ache hyacinth desire till woven floors
macabre phoenix grown on veiled crucible vines, dragonflies now
inhabit counter-clocks I've forgotten seer dust ponders hewn salamandrine fire
as a wish to eradicate all a wish denies, You've lost your chance
well I've lost it in the mirror.
I slipped you a talking pill
spearing sun vistas’ translucent din hails those darkest clotted wings
in Babel’s way, so get out of my way, into the waste or into the waves?
Night’s volcanic window-sill maze flattens—castaways untowards sine-greaves’ Latin.
I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
bellowing at my helm, unaware
that electricity is a sound I share
my unseen body, your shadow, our mezzanine Jericho
shattering in the mirror, drear-dreaming diadem go ahead I’ve lost it,
edelweiss that reads my mind the crimson oars shall never find
nor color’s death: a smiling, stilled lake.
I slip on an unwritten will.
Dewi the dragon was hiding
a very sad dragon was he
no matter how much he huffed or puffed
no fire could he exhale you see
he lost his fire
looked everywhere
even asked his friend Ted bear
couldn't find it anywhere.
where did you have it last said Ted
now let me think
i know said Dewi I was singing
whilst washing dishes at sink
oh my! do you think it's gone down the plughole
cried Dewi tears trickling down his long nose
i am soooo very unhappy ....
will have to go fireless I suppose
Ted had an idea to make Dewi smile
he called out Pat the plumber to open the waste
he searched amongst the tea leaves, carefully
didn't want to extinguish it in his haste
There glowing in the dark corner
was the fire, Dewi had lost when he sung
Dewi jumped with glee ...so happy
in future I wont sing I will just hum.
penned June 18 2016
The red sun cuts the gray sky like a dull knife
Morning, after fighting a long fireless night
We need to get to the Hole in the Wall
The Big Horn Mountains are cold in moonlight
We robbed a bank a couple days ago
A small dusty town in Johnson County
Traveled in circles for hours on end
Trying to elude the posse, looking for bounty
Now at the edge of a long narrow canyon
That leads to the Hole where we can hide
Dust in the distance is moving towards us
Time to saddle up, begin to ride
We have one cause, to escape the law
Many a time we've been shot and bled
Rustling cattle and robbing banks our call
If we're caught, we'll be hung or shot dead
Tonight we'll find safety in the hidden cabin
We'll rest with the money we just stole
Drink some whiskey and play some cards
Living life as an outlaw in this rocky hellhole
Man and the world
They fight each other
But man can't win the world.
I touched the stove
And I burnt my hand
On a dream that was lost
On an ancient plan
When the fireless soul
And the street did mix
On a broken life
My heart did fix
And when numbers crossed
And trees did blow
How my heartache soared
And my mind did know
Over breathless nights
And a faraway glance
I would give it up
Just for one more chance
Scream into the depths
The earth cannot hear
It won’t listen
To the fireless misery
Where one did fall
Crying out in the wilderness
Save yourself
He won’t help you
But keep it all inside
And fire off the grandiose
Lies
And as you decapitated me
I finally realized who I was
Simply a part of you
That had deteriorated into
Broken dreams and fireless fights
When the shadow was cast
I would disappear into the back
Lost for now, but begging
To come out
And I want to thank you
For mutilating my soul