Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Oceanic




Music: Bruce Springsteen Secret Garden 

Name
Spoken soothing flow
Forming the
Laughter present
In the trickling
Living spring

Cascading rivulets
From streams of hair
In the crashing gentle caress
Across breaking shoulders soft
Strong

Jaw juts
Cutting barrier reef
Protect the soft fullness
Comfort found in
Pillowy dune beach
Her cheeks

Beckoning turbulence
Persistent
Troubling trembling
Irresistible
Along passionate
Rip tide lips
Full
Heavy

In the commotion
Oceanic emotion
Eyes are beacons
Calling wayward sailors
To home
To hearth

Softly sing the
Sirens song

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Life from Chaos Erupted


Life from Chaos erupted

The journey began
No plan
Til
The unspoken
Interrupted

Gleaming artifice warped
Reality manifest
For exactly who, who could say
But it was malleable
Anyway

Final facts forgotten as
Fatal facades froze
Between decadence and despair
In disrepair

Stymied stunned
War of life
To heal she’d steal as
Swarthy sycophants surrounded
Dull assurance as
Emotion she could no longer afford

Strength lay in directing facts
Elegant manipulation
While he                     
Instinctively
Ingrained and wove
Emotions eloquent simplicity
Texture rich
Hallowed reveal
Diminutive detail
Defining indefinable
Slow unfolding single action
Urgent passion underneath

Words less important
Than what they said
Each to each
Knowing at the journey’s end
They would find each other
Within reach

For life from chaos erupted

Monday, November 12, 2012

My fault, my failure - homage to Jack Kerouac


While the music was originally slow jazz... the ghost of Jack told me to run with this was the one...
Katzenjammer - Demon kitty rag 

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have,
But in my lack of control of them”
Said Jack
Kerouac

Lyric name 
Massachusetts mad
Paladin
For the cause he’s in
Tension behind
Intent attention
As long as
It was
A cause of his own making

Merchants cap
Merchant man
Desperate to sell
Salvation
Reflection
Objectification
Rejection
According to plan
In the land
Of
Deceptive appearance 

Mar sedative comfort devouring life
Failing halt
Staggered sap
It seemed

Granite chin continued facing
Storms of life forever breaking
Unheard intersession
Became obsession
Perhaps once too often
Though
It would never
Show

Never show

Soul seeker
Forgotten truth
Recalcitrant grin devoured
Continued advancing dark
Spontaneous Bop
Rapid reply regardless
Thunderous bombast
Lightning lies
Filling lives
Filling skies

Macabre dissemination
Of information
Vain attempts to halt
Disintegration of
Truth woven mad
Furious

Furious

“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have,
But in my lack of control of them”
So said Jack
Kerouac

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Election



Election

Maddening rush, results trickled in
So much to lose, so much
To win

While
Her almond eyes smiled

Candidates brazen fought for selection
Too much was at stake in
This election

While
Her almond eyes smiled

America beautiful
Both form and shape
Yet hidden reveal
Did one
Can-
-did-
-ate
Take

Sweet
Gentle caress
Spirit
Free bound

While
Her almond eyes smiled

Bohemia fierce and strong
A
Candidate sought
To remind
Of power hidden.

Her almond eyes smiled

As the car stopped

Maddening rush, results trickled in
So much to lose, so much
To win

Through deserted half-light

Almond eyes smiled

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The most Dangerous man in America

Music: Rare Earth I just want to Celebrate


I am the most dangerous man in America.  You can call me “free thinker”.  What does this political aberration believe?  Don’t worry… it’s some pretty Radical stuff.  Crazy ideas like ALL men are created equal.  That they have been endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  Radical… I know.  The clever eye might say ohh look he only said men, he must be sexist.  To them, I would merely say… grow up.  Oh, another clever eye might notice that I said nothing about government giving us our rights.  Bingo bird.  The government gives absolutely no rights.  It only serves to limit them.  You are responsible for you.  But guess what… this same YOU is also responsible for YOUR neighbor.  I know.  Crazy talk

So in my crazy world view where does the power come from, if not the government?  To them I would say look at the little word inside of power.  It’s a small word.  You may not even notice it.  WE.  That’s right We.  Who is this we?  ‘We the people’ of course.  To me, my ‘we’, are a precious group of people I call my friends. 

Some of my friends are Democrats.  I am not a Democrat, but that’s okay...
I am a free thinker

Some of my friends are Republicans.  I am not a Republican, but that’s okay...  
I am a free thinker.

Some of my friends are butchers, bakers, candlestick makers. 
The wretched, the righteous, the sinners and saints.   
I still love them all without restraints.

And that’s okay…
I’m a free thinker.

Defiant fist
Cavalier grin
Worn out tools
Will build all again

Tomorrow
The sun
Will continue to rise
Never let YOUR power
Leave your eyes