Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Shall I




Shall I whisper the song
Or sing the whisper

In order
For order
From the chaos
I write

I write
To right
The truth hidden
Beneath the lie

I lie
To lay
Translucent facades
Upon a foundation
Where hallowed stairways 
Still 
stand 
still

Still
In waters flowing deep
Where in  beauty 
Devastating savage 
The boy became the man
And in the comforting solace of
Her soul
The man
Again became the boy

Shall I whisper the song
Or sing the whisper

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Four letter word



Music: Sting - Fragile

A four letter word
First utilized
By immature tongues
Hushed, harsh, stammering

Knowing little
But power undeniable
Or what was felt
As the word passed
And its effect

Sometimes shock
Nervous giggle
Sometimes disgust
With a walk away

But sometimes…
Sometimes
A step was taken towards
With inviting lips
And hungry eyes

The dangerous four letter word:
Love
When accompanied by a five letter word
Truth
A revolutionary manifesto issued
Signed in the fusion
Of forged hearts

A sanctified contract
Unbreakable
Though attempts to forget
Might be made
To shade
A lapse
Impossible

Time taken
Paths pursued
Are of little consequence

Senses are the greatest betrayers
Silent lawyers pleading
A case the heart long believed dismissed

With triggers that make little sense
To those who do not know

Simple sounds

Tapping spoon
Raspy shuffling
Feet through fallen
Orange of autumn leaves

The smell
Of freshly baked croissants
On an autumn morning
Or the trace of comforting fragrance
Wafting in the air

A sight
Fog covered countryside
Midnight run
Or a definite table
Empty or full
At a hallowed haunt

Forever evokes
Certain memories
Certainly

For me
The memory most vibrant
Is another five letter word

One may be shocked
Thinking it should be beauty
With its letters six

This is understood
To capture her lithe and supple elegance
Men would gladly throw fortune to the fates
For little more
Than a glance

Forever her vision of beauty
Sanctified

No
For me
The five letter word
Was laugh


To me
In tones melodic
Joy flew unrestrained
Hearts would meet
Unprotected and defenseless

Where
I was little more
Than me

And she
Was little more
Than her

But our little more
Was everything
Everything
In our world populated
by two

Therein was the danger
Therein was the silence

Yet now deprived
And denied
Painful understanding
Of the power of those four letters
And the promised revolution
Of renaissance
Remains stillborn

So
In crumbling facades
Of fragmented empires
May she turn to the light
Of my fragment
Within her heart

And fill the world
Nourish her soul
With the simple beauty
Of her laughter

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Thanks e.e.



The most beautiful song in the word
Had come to an end

To preserve
Remaining trace
Reflections smashed as
Scales ripped
From face
Signal behind signal faded
Shadow collapsed into shadow

Emerged from the dark
e. e.
Simple smile
Spoke to me

Crouching wrote
While
Wordless spoke

It’s was never
Right or wrong
That made the song
So beautiful
It was the she
With the me

The song is still sung
The choice did not change

She was still beautiful
Ever autumn rose
She would be happy
Even if without me
She chose

Choice
You are alive
Choose to live

Maybe someday
She would return
To me
Maybe not
Though seasons change
Still

Her choice

Which…
 was okay

I live

So I must
Breathe life
Be happy
And rejoice
It’s all simple really

In the face of deafening silence
Or a silent roar
I choose

Choice

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Trickle from





Trickle from
Aquarium
Dancing waters
Unfolding play

Gentle autumn
Growing dark
Push inside
Heavy heart

“Whisper to me!”
Softly speaks the wind
Passing full red lips
Holding hidden
In seductive part

Rhythmic pulse
Constricting press
Hearts heavy with desire
Longing for
Touching words
Caress
Soft gentle subtle
Calling for the

Trickle from
Aquarium
Dancing waters
Unfolding play
Of life

Coffee machine 
Slowly stirs
Bellows rhythmic

In the bittersweet
Mind reflects
New Worlds built
On ruins of old
Yet there are too many ghosts
In the morning mist
Of

Mythologized past
Glorious
Elevated to heights
Of heaven
While lived
In depths of hell

Collision with
Mythologized present
In the

Trickle from
Aquarium
Dancing waters
Unfolding play

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Subtle Smile




“Everyone here is mad!”
He angrily spat
At
The Cheshire cat

“That may be true,”
Slight flex of claw
“But chief among our residents,
Has always been
You.”

Subtle smile