Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, December 8, 2021

"Under The Sun"

The flower blooms in brightness of the sun

Remarkable complexity to stun

High functioning exotic lightly spun

Always leaving me a bit undone

Amazingly, she's new beneath the sun


What did you expect?  It's been awhile...



"The fire along the spine"

A feeling fills the air to celebrate

Subliminals that you or I create

Explode with fire along the length of spine

A feeling both so desperate and divine


I wake into a dream of endless sweep

The gossamers of meaning spreading deep

The thrill and ease confusingly align

Leaving only fire along the spine

You light the flame, the sparks are bright, ignitions so they seem

It cannot be I'm living this, so back into the dream

Nebulous, the craft of spell's design

With wonder of the fire along the spine


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"Bulltetproof, once more"

 In depths of vast complexity, a chore
Precisely scripting notes and words of score
Assuring that I staunch the wounds that tore
Releasing all humanity to soar
Undoing wasted beast that mankind wore
That filled humanity with wasted lore
Of foulest angst of all the days of yore
Thus, halting man's humanity before
This life could liberate as something more
Revealing trap behind the iron door
Removing thorn, revealing what's in store
The thorn of loss compels the lion's roar
I find I must be bulletproof, once more

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

"Black"

I find I'm aghast that I'm drawn at the last to the colour of none that is black
I've said it before and I'll say it once more that the heart will not harden from lack
It's amazing to me that I find myself free from the stained glass that's under attack
From the shattering shards of the bonny and bards that were flung through the air, but I'm back

For even in the blackness and despair of deepest night
I'm conscious of all that I did and know I did it right
I may not match conventions for I've never sussed the rules
My heart my only guide for I have never suffered fools
The passion and the heartache there but in each separate pocket
In blazing wrack within the black is liftoff of the rocket

Monday, December 6, 2021

"Perfection"

 The fingertips reach out to touch all that the soul perceives

And, with the touch, the heart's reborn, in waiting, it receives

All answers to the questions asked, the many lifetimes spent

To find the answers, beat the drum, repay the gift that's lent

A wonder to the universe that cannot be replaced

Along the windings on the way, each life is surely traced

Some tales are told, some songs are sung of longing and remorse

But, with each step along the way, the story takes its course

Arrival in uncertain terms, the day will come at last

Retracing and replacing all the sorrows from the past

"The wind"

I listened to the wind while on its way
It whispered through the trees as if to say
The whirlwind's coming, as it always does 
All things will change, with nothing as it was
The spinning of the wheel of fate and time
As ages pass, 'tis not the chaos mime
The signal breeze is all that you will feel
As sighing trees surround you when you kneel
Partake of love, partake of life and will
For, through it all, the wind will be there still

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