Dawn

Bright are the stars on this morning fair
The veil between us had finally lifted;
Winter’s cloak had briefly drifted,
Leaving earth to the heavens’ care.

Stars now vanish as dawn comes along
Shielded from sight, a blindness within
Now all dim, allowing their kin
To warm the earth for now, not long.

Glancing down to the forest below
On this world's realm, a sight to see
The sun's new light on every tree
Ethereal mist on ground laid low.

A sea of trees and I an island
As morning fire warms my flesh
Renewed and revived, all is fresh
For my descent from this high land.

'Tween twig and tree, striding down
The only sound from beneath my feet
Is crunching snow, a pure white sheet,
Topping this land's upper crown.

All around, creatures wake

To glorious dawn and Winters heat.

The forest stirs as they all greet

A ball of flame that had to break.

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Walking down a hill through trees,
Every which way known to me.
I see a path I've not yet tread
And wonder why I've always said
"Every which way's known to me?"

Veering neither left nor right,
It stretches fore and out of sight
'Tween rock and stone and hill-gripped bush.
Advancing forth, I reach and push
Aside a branch that blocks the path
That's not unlike a basket's lath.
And seeing now the way is clear
I gaze and feel and sense and hear
Something strange and almost queer.

Stepping o'er threshold wide,
And glancing not from side to side,
Forth I walk my new found road
That's brightly lit by sun in nodes
And forms the sine from side to side.

Glancing back, I'm stunned to see
Everything the way it should be
For here the world has changed
On my road, ever so strange.
The air is lighter, grass sweeter,
And animals like lotus eaters.
What path do I trod with leg,
Started with so smooth a segue?

4th Thursday to the 359th

There's a wholesome feeling this time of year.
I know not where it comes from, nor do I care.
It bubbles and churns in leaps and in bounds,
Moving around like the tide ebbs and flows.
Some have lost it, some never had it,
And some are clueless about how to use it.
How sad that empty soul that observes all others
Enjoying themselves with joy and with cheer
While they go along with their mocha or beer.
Aurally accosted from left and from right
With music and singing that's seasonally bright.
No escape or end till December the twenty-sixth,
Since all capitalists gaily project it to make profits stick
But joy is good and cheer is great
Reach for it, grab it, embrace it right now!
For too soon it's gone
And three hundred thirty more days will come,
Where it's harder than diamonds to find that love.
Thank Heaven for cultural indoctrination,
That's imbued these feelings into an intangible portion
Of our perception called years!

When Thoughts Meet The Keyboard

Look behind you, stones of Ash and Wood!
Where did you come from?
Can you even remember?
Why did you leave and where are you going?
To some dark, dire end,
Just like the rest of us
...no doubt.
I'll save you the trouble of finding out
I know! I've been there!
Alas, I've only come back as a cruel joke
A whim of the Ones beyond the horizon.
Their realm is dark and dim and tragic
A bastion of evil
A palisade of fagots.
They're vicious and altogether evil.
Don't bother with them.
I"m stuck already, but there's a way.
Go back, tell others.
Stay this course or be forever.
Trapped in an amorphous whirlpool,
Spun around at Their caprice.
For spun you'll be,
Theirs is an unstable land.
Go back, if you can.
Take me with you.

Again Unto the Brink

They're back.
No stopping it now.
A mind attack,
The size of a cow.
Draining like a sink,
Again unto the brink.

Over the edge
I look this time,
Wondering what
Wonders I might behold as we segue into something
Not at all like the previous lines, just flowing with the
Random Neurons Firing In My Brain.

What happens next is quite unexpected,
Dancing ninny goats on the head of a pin that's the size
Of the Empire State Building. Who knows where they came from
Or what they had for breakfast. Would anybody ever think about
That if they ever
Saw those ninny
Goats
?

Thousands of apology
It doesn't seem that every
Thing is quite a morphology
Of Thought in Derry.
Is that a crime?

More people might want to know about the procrastinating
Stock-brokering cubics the shape of dodecahedrons in four dimensional
Space who,
Laughing,
Prescribe medicinal antidotes to their own tantalizing tentacles
Of Mediocrity. WTF?

Can't you be more constructive with your criticism,
Or take a flight the size of a Concord Jet?
Just to be safe from plagerization and bastard stipulations
Imposed by the ruling class in your ignorant fiefdom?

Gorram it, this don't make a lot of sense but with the
Random Neurons Firing In My Brain,
It's time to take the plunge and indulge...
Suffocate from a drink.
Again unto the brink.

O The Sea!

I didn't feel like I was done with this so here is a continuation of Ocean, under a different title, and including the first part.

Waves of the ocean rush by beneath me
The horizon calls them quickly to thee.
Before me they stretch, reaching the edge
Of what could be anything, an end or a ledge.
To the sea, to the sea! The indomitable sea.
Where dolphins glide by with glorious glee,
And whales breach that hor’zontal wall
With vertical ‘ruptions and sweet mating calls.
But somewhere, there! you're waiting still,
Beyond that edge of sight until
Some place you found, separate from me
With nothing between us, but the sea.
O the sea, O the sea! That unconquerable sea.
To long have I wandered in search of thee.
The whales are singing of the coming event;
That of my soon and assured advent.

A day, a week, a month of years
My journey unknown to a thousand seers.
My ship has taken its toils and tolls,
But this heart's passion hasn't lulled.
The sea, the sea! The incredible sea,
A difficult medium, fair 's it may be.
Taken by it, taken from you,
Soon to return 'f God's grace be true.
Night falls again, to the heavens I glance
Hoping 'gainst all for a glimmer of chance
That my quest is closer to its final end
When your hand in mine will be the trend.
O sea, O sea! O vast, mirrored sea.
The heavens' beauty's reflected in thee.
And with the stars I traverse the waves,
My life I brave, my love to save.

Your land I sight, "Ahoy!" I cry,
I greet it with relief and I sigh,
For sooth my quest is now finé,
And porting I turn 'round to say,
My sea, my sea! My faithful sea,
Much thanks I give on this bent knee.
Though by many a trouble were we beset,
No challenge proved too much a threat.
Stepping ashore I glance all around,
And seeing you in your blue and white gown,
I break down in tears as we finally embrace,
And thank God Almighty for His great grace.
O my Love, O my Love! O my beautiful Love,
So long have I searched, my perfect dove.
At last we're together, forever to be,
Thanks to His grace and the vast, blue sea.

Ocean

Waves of the ocean rush by beneath me
The horizon calls them quickly to thee.
Before me they stretch, reaching the edge
Of what could be anything, an end or a ledge.
To the sea, to the sea! The indomitable sea.
Where dolphins glide by with glorious glee,
And whales breach that hor’zontal wall
With vertical ‘ruptions and sweet mating calls.
But somewhere, there! you're waiting still,
Beyond that edge of sight until
Some place you found, separate from me
With nothing between us, but the sea.
O the sea, O the sea! That unconquerable sea.
To long have I wandered in search of thee.
The whales are singing of the coming event;
That of my soon and assured advent.

Passerby

Darkness full of purity
shines from 'finity.
Through coldest night
Of deepest hue,
Bespeckled pinpricks
cloud my view.

There, sights abound,
Like loose night mares;
To travel there?
Bah! Who would dare?

Trapped in endless wells,
It saunters into sight
Of form and composition
That's not in all a blight.
'Twixt sun and space,
Moon and star,
Behold! It's tail strewn,
Like cracks in icy ponds
Of bright, and whitest blue.

The dark will flee
And light will come
It's path is plain to see;
Why did you come?
To hear its plea?
It's known to only some.
"With e'ry pass I lose myself,"
It wails most desperately.
"No escape unless I run
Into some poor body."

Passing by, it moves along,
I watch it for a while.
Withdrawn I go to look again,
Too late, the time is dawn.

Wanderer

O Wandering soul, with sorrowed eyes,
Filled with the hope of mystery solved,
But still cast down from fate and from lies,
With no foretelling a time resolved.

What end is it that drives you to wander
With back bent low and voice a murmur.
You toil on roads that cause you to ponder,
Life's mysterious ebbs and fervors.

Separate's your lot? More can you see,
Or so some might say if they would but look.
You're not to be stuck, like the ground to the tree
But to wander free, by hook or by crook.

How can I help or what gift could I send?
Fitting in is the plant that I seed.
But you help me; it's how you say friend,
A time of trouble, you meet my need.

Now you've moved on and still I've wondered
How you changed me and not the other.
To the road you turned with eyes 'gain sundered
With bent back still; a wandering brother.

Mind Fog

I choose a place to sit and think
And wander in my mind.
To be alone with no one else
All things are to the hind.

My head is full of thoughts and cares
That rain like cats and dogs
Shoving, sifting, sieving, straining,
Akin to winter's fog.

To hone the mind and calm the soul,
To relax and be set free;
When in this place a taxing thought
Relief is hard to see.

I wait and like the waves on the beach,
My thoughts, they're briefly fractured.
Though gaily through my mind they flew,
Their wings are now all tattered.

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Oh! What ache torments the soul;
The soul that is the backbone to living.
The pain from sorrow,
crippling; absolutely.
Can it be undone?
Why does it exist?
The need; the desire;
the want; the wish?

The most terrible of blows

A thousand times a day

What antidote would cure?
What remedy prescribed?
Could it be destiny; to live
in this throe?

To never know?