Upon the Sea
Sailing the seas on
small boats for weeks.
Seeking to live only with
necessities and learning
that what you truly need
to survive is very little;
food, water, clothes and
someone to love, somewhere
whether beside you or in
your
heart and dreams.
You learn things that bind
us
to the Earth are truly
dispensable,
nothing is urgent; only life
itself;
it's in the hands of the
winds.
The eye's close; body
relaxes,
adapting to rhythms of the
waves.
The world slowly passes us
by,
we feel it adrift, far, far
away.
Whilst, we are but a solitary
soul
trusting in the hands of
Neptune
and the tides and ocean
currents
upon the sea,
taking us where we must
be.
Specter of Essence
Seasons of query; blood moon
sullen
keeper of the corn; coolness of
breath
peeking sun warm; misty
fogginess lifts.
grass wet with dew; footprints
are aplenty.
fresh moldy earth turned by the
oxen.
hard sharp edge; pussy willow
softness
smells of mint yarrow; thankful
for senses
buds burst with sun; lilacs
bloomed today.
specter of essence; keeper of
the scents
wafting through life; freshness
of cut grass
inner core of sulfur; bud of
bursting leaves
pious taste of roses; electric
with the sun.
Diary of Don Juan
I'm in lust with a sky that
I've yet to see;
in love with people that I've
yet to meet.
Because my darling, I'm a lost
nightmare
dressed in the finery of a
princely fantasy.
Whilst lonely lips await
whetted kisses;
cool hands caress your
trembling cheeks.
Time lives for graceless darker
dreams;
queen of hearts vivid in a
diamond flush.
dressed in red satin, my heart
quickens
I feel I'm on a chair with
three wobbly legs
where will it lead, to a
baseless love bared?
Amnesty now wanton of pious
infected liars,
colors flickering as grace and
piety ascend
fantasy begets harmony in
dreams sighing.
Soft red lips warmed by darting
tongues fuel
fires, down deep inside. Rough
hands glide
around the full apple bottom,
quivers and the
trembles awaken slowly as the
blood boils.
Clothes are left where gravity
takes them; as
the old squeaking headboard
drums it's beat.
Of Raging
Your life is your life;
don't be clubbed into
submission.
There are ways out;
there is a light somewhere,
it may not be much light,
but it beats the darkness.
Be on the watch as
the masses will offer you
chances.
Know them; take them.
you can't beat death, but
you
can beat drowning in
life...sometimes.
The more often you learn to do
it,
the more light there will be
for you.
You are a marvelous
creation;
your God awaits to delight in
your success.
All those before you will test
your endurance.
How much do you really want to
win it all,
despite confusion or the worst
odds?
And know, it will be better
than anything
else you could imagine.
If you're going to try, then go
all the way.
There will be times you will be
alone
with your demons; but know, the
night flames
will flicker high lighting your
way.
If you can trust yourself, when
all others
doubt you; if you can wait, and
never
tire of the unending climb.
Then rage on;
fight against the dying of your
candles;
scratching your way into the
twilight!
Château
In a kingdom full of lodges
my knights, I could not
awaken.
I crave the happy, historic
hut
the green green-way
gardening.
I am shorn of my chestnut
horse
an echo declared, 'weeping
willow!'
And so you came gently
sauntering.
The trumpet vines glared in
orange.
There stood a thorn-less flower
child;
who could be more pure of
faith?
Eagerly I looked for the walled
castle,
but my mind always strays to
tipis,
the ingenue brought such
sorrow
I threw its ghost into the
dungeon.
As I am without my healing
ginseng.
'It's that scented mead,' I
whispered,
removing the stress from my
intent.
"Dilly Dilly", they cried, in
homage;
my thoughts went astray to
woodlands
somewhat louder than hounds on
a fox.
Back, back into my memories
receding
I had dreamed of chambers once
sharing
but instead you uncovered the
ovenware!
The small red maple bowed in
the wind,
life shaded in a leaded stained
glass window;
Beyond a retro cottage - a
little Château.