Thursday, August 27, 2009

"Dreaming in the Park"

Reading the New York Times
In Central Park's chaos
Those dreams of billowing cloud forms
A thousand miles away
Under the tall pines
Feint odors of burnt diesel exhaust
Stinging the nostrils
Drills puncture the earth
Searching for oil
Fossil fuel muffles the sound
Of screaming dinosaurs
That drive the forces
Of scouring winds
Causing wilting flowers
That die in the autumn breeze
Upon the lake that's traveled
A swan's breath is seen
Forming in the mist
Of grappling fog embracing trees
Not far off are the quiet fields
Where myths are born

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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

"Memories Revealed"

In a dream I shall feel
through splendid cities flowers of ink;
mad with love on each skull;
like dragonflies threading
of black devils and black wolves!

In a great bronze chariot
oh flower-flesh.
- its coolness on my feet
the flowers that you picked.
For these cracked brains
in each soft corner.
- from violet forests:
where the stars are sleeping.

The black gallows moan
on the calm black water
under the light
of her great veils rising
the great dreaming swan but endless;

I cared nothing for all,
in the long violet coagulations
of sour apples
pale-eyed muzzles of snorting oceans
into burning funnels
devoured by vermin

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

"Crossing Over"

Urban noise in the air
Suspension cables
Giant harp strings
Slung into service
With no song to be heard
Wafting odor
Ocassional stench mixed
With oil and smog
Trudging onward in the morning
In observance of fog floating
Others who walk beside me
Soem are out in front
While others are behind
Refusal to make eye contact
In the shadow of the bridge
A relic of beauty
Supporting all that cross over
Whom take its presence for granted
Dwarfed by the city of its birth
Naked skyscrapers looming
Headlights serving as thousands of eyes
All crying in the congestion
Winking traffic lights
Switching from red to amber to green
It moves slowly in the noise
The giant harp strings never tremble
Only when realization creeps in
Is the desire to retreat evident
Into the safety of the bridge
That leads to roads in both directions

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Monday, August 24, 2009

"Concealed Observer"

Hidden in the tall grass
Able to see
All that is before me
Though surrounded
My hiding place allows
Vantage points;
In seclusion
Removed from all chaos
The delusions of grandeur
Safely at their distance
Over such horizons
Their shadows are observed
In the noise they thrive
In places where the feet
Beat the street
Beyond the tall grass
Where I hide in the womb
Of tranquility

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Friday, August 21, 2009


Living in the shadows
Within its own concept
A somber feline thrives
Behind a mask which filters
Sunlight in a place
Where words have no meaning
Phrases are spoken
That drift into darkness
Upon deaf ears
In a secret world
Safe from prying eyes
That might otherwise
Through cause and effect
Alter the delicate balance
Achieved in earnest silence
Dedicated to what is needed
To keep the daily watch
Upon my own spirit
That lives within the heart
In pursuit of dreams
Concealed inside the mind

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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"Final Destination"

Walking in fields of wild heather
Two fine gentlemen out for a hunt
Their two companions ahead of them
Sheamus the leader in front
Doyle holding the dogs at bay
McGuarty walks briskly in stride
Discussions about the way it was
In Ireland before they had died
One tells the other of how far they walked
The other declares he walked farther
Doyle was related to the Queen
McGuarty used to know King Arthur
All in a day of endless talks
Each defending their name
Without such drama what would life be
It would never be the same
Two friends who now walk in eternity
In an everlasting sun
Each day they walk together
In a friendship that is never done

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Friday, August 7, 2009

"Confinement of Escape"

Unable to intervene for myself
Viewing my life in this space
Animalistic memories of survival
Of which there is no legible trace
Peeling walls envelop my body
Sleep my escape into sweetness
Mulling it over within the confines
Of a detached mind unable to show sympathy
Even for myself
As I grind upon my own thoughts
Never seeming to wonder
Where the beast within resides
Weather and days are of no concern
In the confines of my survival
Refusing to become victim
I rise to the occassion
Lifting myself from the place
Where I once groaned
Upon the high wall is my abode
Far from the reaches
Of those who would place me on display
In a world where language
Has no more meaning
Than the setting of a rising sun
Now the gain is my mastery
Taking what I need to keep
My mind afloat in the unforgiving sea
That it might coax me
In my plight to escape its evil clutches

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

"Nature's Way"

Snuffed out candle
Of something loved
Betwixt a crow and a morning dove
One takes flight it never returns
The other comes back
To the heart which yearns
Smoldering wick in the darkened room
Where the flame once brightly burned
The soul grieves in autumn leaves
Newborn flowers not yet turned
Sown seeds firmly planted
Into waiting soil
Next spring when birds sing
Show results of past tence toil
Boughs of trees bending in wind
Seem to lean in season
A sun that slumbers
Giving in to reason
Days pass slowly
The moon pleasant to the eye
Faithful appearance each night
Never questioning why
As expected it is just there
To calm a grieving heart
All healing comes in its own good time
Over coming all despair

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Troll Celebration"

We celebrate life in the brier patch
Far from prying eyes
Remotely situated
Life is beautiful
In so many ways;
Below the surface
Where it resides
Deep within the heart
Even though the surface
Pleasant to the eye
Where light dances
Upon moonbeams and in the sun
We do not question
Where its source is
Rather to enjoy its presence
As each day goes by

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Deep within these solemn walls
Cloistered from a world which turns
Inside of myself are words of rhythm
In the flame that intensely burns
On fog filled nights when all is quiet
It seems to be my best
Addiction to the written words
That haunt me in my quest
Inescapable visions clutter in my mind
On my journey through this life
In search of things I may not find
Hope still resides within my heart
Behind these solemn walls
Of such things that each day brings
In cluttered silent halls
I walk with my visions
Hand in hand
Entering into unknown places
Knowing I am blessed in many ways
To last me to my ending days
Under the guidance of something
Beyond my understanding
In a world that's ever growing
In a universe which is forever expanding

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The storm suspicously lingers
By the nearby shore
From the essence within
Such emotions shall pour
Every tempest has its own heart
Upon observation it reveals
Inner most thoughts although inanimate
Coming out in the way that it feels
Here at the crest where it slightly forms
Far from where the tides mark
In the form of what it shall be
The spirit of the great white shark
Not meant for all to see
Only a chosen few
Within the clutches of its cloud formed teeth
Shall it attempt its coup
Unto all that lies beneath

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Monday, August 3, 2009


Over a century has passed since then
When whaling fleets would roam
She first appeared at starboard bow
Amidst the brine and foam
She could not speak our language
But let out shrill like squeals
Reminding me of life on the Pribilofs
Amongst the many seals
Her vain attempts to warn us
Impending storms beyond
Far off over our horizon crest
This strange yet human bond
Eyes were fixed upon her
None had seen the like
Of anything with such beauty
Moonbeams upon her strike
Slender hands of glistening silver
Large wide eyes of deepest green
Our eyes met briefly before the tempest
I thought her to be tween
Skies turned black within the calm
I held her stare within my palm
Rolling waves lashed out with force
Dashing upon our struggling ship
Consumed within the storm
Within its mighty grip
All hands went down that day
Save myself and one other mate
Grappling with the capsized dinghy
Hoping to change our fate
Yet the maiden of the sea
Who risked her life for ours
I scanned the endless sea before me
What seemed like countless hours
Her haunting eyes pierced me
Yonder an island ahead
With no sexton in use that night
Unknown to all I'd dread
Upon the island in its wake
I spied a motionless frame
It was the maiden of the sea
Upon the rocks we came
Then she was within my grasp
Soon resting in my arms
A deep gash upon her temple
Riveted with her charms
We soon found camp in solid caves
I feared would be our final graves
Strewn about was scattered wood
Flickering flames that calmed our shivers
Down to marrow in our bones
But thankful unto He who delivers
The warming sun was hidden
There we slept for what seemed days
Gathering our thought as I tended to her
Studying her peculiar ways
We kept her skin moist with our shirts
Watching over her day and night
Feeding her fish we ground to meal
Her movements ever so slight
A century has passed since then
Her health improved with time
I carried her back to the waiting sea
Her eyes affixed upon me
Most of our sunken ships provisions
Had landed upon our shore
My ships mate now long gone
In days of yester yore
As for myself It seems
I haven't aged a day
Gathering from my inner thoughts
It must be from the way
She still brings me strange green kelps
Of which I make a stew
Each day I wake from my slumber feels like anew
She sings to me-my only friend
Yet we have love in our hearts
Wherein can we make our nest
Amidst the waves
Or upon land
Therein the divide which parts

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