Angel of the air and lunar light with blazing florescent wings

    I really wish I could run  across a woman that was as desirous of humanity gaining its sanity as I am.  Or, at least, willing to explore the possibility.  I am certain it would be so much easier for me to explain if I could understand the woman's point of view on coitus, the sexual horizon, and the demented state of humanity.

    For that matter, I wish I knew an Asian couple that had the same interest.  An Asian couple that was steeped in the Asian point of view without the overwhelming influence of a Western religion.

    In either case, I think they would have to have an open mind on the proposition that humanity can be so much more than it is today and that humanity can get there in a hurry.

"Black"

Black

I find I'm aghast as 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

The shattering shards of the bonny and bards that were flung thru the air but I'm back

The poetry train that went clickety-clack

Is no longer riding along on the track

For even in the blackness and despair of deepest night

I am conscious that, of all I did, I know I did it right

I may not match conventions for I've never sussed the rules

My heart my only guide for with its tender strength it fuels

The passion and the loving with an honesty complete

The blazing wrack within the black is just a bit offbeat

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Anything I can do.  Anytime.  Otherwise, see you in the next life, I hope.

"Rainbow Knight"

 The Rainbow Knight

The Rainbow Knight, along the river, walked in prism dreams

The sun was shining on the ripples in chromatic streams

And, now, he pondered light and hue

Once more, the spectral sight in view

Of passion's willing ways

His stride was broken by a thought of life in toneless tale

At the thought, a pain was wrought, that heart and will would fail

The wind picked up and tossed the whim

The river washed it past the rim

To shores of pallid days

He felt, within his glowing heart, the end of burden's blight

The mystic gleam cast, from afar, kaleidoscopic light

And, with the rippled light between

A brilliance settled with a sheen

To set the world ablaze

"Avalanche"

Cascading down the mountainside

Along with dust and boulders ride

A mountain stream both strong and wide

As all debris and dust subside

The waters, crystal clear, abide

The mountain and the stream remain, unchanged

As hearts and love and caring are exchanged

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"Destiny"

  Destiny

Destiny is seldom as it seems

From life to life, the love will see extremes

From loving of one lover for another

To loving child for sake of loving mother

A cry across all time for loving of

A soul that cries it's always been in love

With one

"Mountain mists"

Mountain mists

The swirling mountain mists enshroud the quiet majesty

Enclosing all the trails and joy of pomp and pageantry

The solemn vows are hidden 'neath the cap of each dewdrop

The pinnacle revealed in light as mist departs the top

The rumble of the mountain can be heard both far and wide

The pain of rocky remnants tumble down the mountainside

The tumble scatters risks down on the trails on which we ride

No shelter can be taken with no place in which to hide

The mist in mountain's shadow cloaks the rumbles deep inside

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"New under the sun"

 New under the sun

I fear you think you'll disappoint

I assure you it's untrue

All of life, you do anoint

It's not of me, it's you

Without your piercing glare of fire

Witless still undone

For all my life, you did inspire

You're new beneath the sun

A combination, fire and will

For all eternity, you are still

The light that shines so bright

Amidst the dark of night

In all your suffering and pain

In which confusion held its reign

Steady on, the rage and fire

Mixed with loving and desire

You carry on to bring to life

Humanity amidst the strife

With loving so unmatched

Until the race has hatched

Into its loving ways

Another example of a rhoem that applies to one and applies to all of her gender.  Maybe not the best rhoem I've ever written.  It was done in about five minutes.  I should have probably spent more time on it.  The title, at least, is getting a bit repetitive.  

I need to add, so there is no confusion, that it was written for one in particular.  She is new beneath the sun.  I won't get into the complications caused by that phrase, since you might suspect that I'm out of my mind.  That is why I cannot put this on Tapestry, as well.

"Cryptic River"

 Cryptic river

There is one reason that I seek for more

This tete a tete has something else in store

The Cryptic river bleeds across the scene

Leaving me in bafflement between

I don't know whether mocking or a sign

The Cryptic river leaves much to define

Offense in feeling mocked and left for dead

Is not a pleasing thought within my head

With revelations far beyond the norm

I'll always battle back from any storm

As the Cryptic river flows

With questions asked or body blows

Pure disdain or loving's throes

It's not as if I really chose

No will involved the Gypsy Rose

Just this most extraordinary feeling or sense

"Forward vision"

 Forward Vision

 Stand upon the rampart's wall of all eternity

See the past and future tense of split infinity

The dizzy spells recede

The forward gaze is freed

No other generation lived will stand upon a time

When culture and the words we use all changes on a dime

The briefest glimpse, head snaps in both directions

What is and what will be is seen in the reflections

Tremendous time of loving change

Don't let a beat of pulse derange

Carry on, just one more time

Crafting words and thoughts in rhyme

What a wind's relief to stand upon

End of all the smallness and beginning of new dawn

The pulse will race

The heart to pace

Beyond the bounds of time

We'll nestle there

Amidst our care

In love and words and rhyme

"Gifts"

Gifts

Upon a plateau's heights I see the view

So many gifts arrayed in front of you

The bows and ribbons wrapped in time and space

Ephemeral, the gifts to which I race

If I have brought along in some small measure

Feelings of delight, or some small pleasure

Pensive thought or smile to grace your face

Especially last, my heart begins to race

It is the greatest gift I could receive

As warm and gentle presence I perceive

If I provide some solace for your soul

I am becoming closer to the goal

But, if it just distracts you from some stress

I will consider me, in that way, blessed

"Transpiration"

 Transpiration

I wish I could write as I used to desire

Of the love and the heart that will always inspire

While not in defeat

This heart has been beat

Due to absence of love to transpire

The witless have taken their toll

I ache for humanity whole

The feelings I vet

As I ponder the Met

Once again, to the conjure of goal

Of meeting of hearts

If in fits and in starts

Still, it is better than heart in the role

Of life in the barren and darkness of night

Amidst lack of love, in its pain and its plight

As I seek for completion of soul

I guess it's time to remove that which was written here.  Either it was read or it wasn't.

"Colours of the sun"

 Colours of the sun

So bright it blinds the vision

Left, only indecision

The colours never seen

The truth is never gleaned

As colours glow about her

Her blaze becomes a detour

Her blaze that so diminishes the sun

As winsome ways of mind become undone

A whisper in your head says revel now

Spread your arms out wide and take a bow

Responsibly, the signs are on the rise

You welcome back the world with brief surprise

Well, that was fun.  I can't say I'm that fond of it, though.  So, I tried, again.

The colours of the sun are never seen

Beneath the brightness, colours unforeseen

But brighter, still, the wonder that is She

Her colours masked beneath calliope

The guise becomes Her brightness as She sings

Of sacrificial altar and of kings

More colours than a rainbow radiates

More threads than in the tapestry of fates

I give up.  I just really liked the title alot.  It suits what I would like to say today as I sought something new to say.