Caught between the tides

Music: Future Sound of London - Paupa New Gineua

Caught between the tides

The barren beach

Anxiously awaited

The change

At the belly of the low

She was exposed
Controlling the reveal
As best she could 

White sands unblemished

The hint of a rock

Jutting

Calling

Waiting while

Enticing

The return of

The rush of

the tide

She longed to feel

The touch of warm waters

Gentle caress

That always began

Tempting tease gentle lap

At her base

Slow rise

Ginger caress

Filled like tiny fingers

The hidden crevasse of

Silken space 

Subtle shift

between the sand

She recalled

The power of the pounding

Rhythmic crush

Delicate force

In the rise

Of the tide

Enveloped her

Encased her

Until saturation was complete

Yet within the crashes of the waves above

The powerful pull below drew

A soft vacuous danger

Drawing her sands away

Into the body

Of the sea that pressed against her

The beach

Anxiously awaited

A change in the tide

As the approaching crash of waves

Was heard upon the breakers

Play Of Three

 

Music: Bizarre Love Triangle 

 

           Play 

Of                   Three

 

In the beginning

Line met line               A perfect angle

 

But missing space

Called to space            In search of

 

The

missing           other

 

In dissonant harmony

Of broken glass           Angles became Triangles

 

In tumbler glass

Ice cubes sang             Triangles begat Triangles

 

From

Simple             Base

 

Line met line

At perfect angle          Fear fancied forgetful

 

Yet

Fore                 Knowing

 

Line never separated

From base made          With perfect angle

Happy Birthday Mary Shelley

Music: Peter Gabriel Shock the Monkey 

Happy Birthday Mary Shelley

And thank you for your gift

The book

Discussing life and death

And the eternal rift

Dark Paladin’s desperate search

Described

Frustrated attempts
To breathing life anew

Into bones long dead and dry

A seeming fool’s errand

No matter how hard he tried

To

Brilliance sophomoric

Vision myopic

Manic dance with putrid flesh

Lest he get off topic

Overlooked signs

Tensions breaking

Foreign experiments known

Only drove Frankenstein deeper

Into the world all of his own

Making

Making what?

An intellectual stillborn man-child

Or so that it would seem

Which the world called monster

Ungainly grunts and

Movement stiff

Encased his frozen dream

Was this Frankenstein’s fault

Or that of the beast

Who knows?

Perhaps Frankenstein’s pride

Was Frankenstein’s curse

In his unholy attempt

At least

Happy Birthday Mary Shelley

Caught in phase

Music: Peter Gabriel 14 Black Paintings

Sister moon

Almost at term

Hung heavy in the sky

Straining against

Crescent shadow sliver

Preventing completion

Fullness denied

Caught in phase

I long for her words

Sing to me

Soothe me

Storm clouds spent

Exist only

To absorb golden glimmer

Of an absent sun

Caught in phase

Slicing surface of a placid pond

Held

Slack tide

Mimicking motion

Of dancing diminutive waves

When inspection

Reflect a stagnant moment

Of an aimless waltz

Caught in phase

Pair of geese

One preens

Other

Burrows by bed

Of reeds

Finding no nourishment

Caught in phase

Distant nutria

Dives down

As child throwing crumbs of bread

Causing concentric circles

Forever reaching out

In deafening silence

I wait

I know

That

Caught in phase

Is fast fleeting

The gods aren't dead Part I

Music: Devo: Beautiful World

The gods aren’t dead, they’re merely gone.

Allowing us to linger on

And what a linger

Haunted memory

Missing peace

Babel built

to distract

From spiritual release.

“We shall build a tower

We shall make it strong

We shall force the gods to see

It is us

They lean upon.”

Hymns and mantras

Newly bought

Enter doxology

That all need to be taught

You’re always on time.  You are in control.

Have it your way. 

90 days before first pay

-ment due

It happened to him.

Don’t let it happen to you.

Shake before serving

Any questions call

Caution contents hot

Now playing at the Sunset mall

Guaranteed Fresh

Until printed date

Chips enlarged

During transport some settlement

May occur

Hey J.C. won’t you please

Bless me

As I

Rinse and repeat

Rinse and repeat

The candle smoldered

Gypsy Kings: Un Amor

Revolutionaries need revolution as dreamers need a dream.  It’s poetry that gets lost in translation.

Between the two

Enforced half-light

The candle smoldered

Smoke

Acrid ashen

Perpetually arched

Monument

Of the flame

Heaving

Beckoning

Silent float

Cried out

For
Merely a touch

Or a whisper

Slightest spread

Of heat
Would provoke
Immediate action

If flame

Approached

This snake

Of smoke

The flame

Would devour

The very ether

A racing return

To surround

Embrace

The wick

Drawing light

Drawing life

Where

He could see her

And she

He

And that

Was the danger

So

Between the two

Enforced half-light

The candle smoldered

Go Rogue

Music: Cat Stevens On the Road to find out 

Go rogue

Drastic reaction

Amidst satisfaction

Why rock the boat?

Examine the veneer

Held precious, held dear

That keeps it all afloat

Go rogue

Eternal smirk

Young Huck’s smile

Returning to find

All the while

The savage behind the civil

Go rogue

The gleam in the eye

When Don Quxiote tried

Conquering windmills for

Desperate Desdemona

Go rogue

Jefferson’s stare met

The promise in sunset

At eternally incomplete

Monticello’s

Forever facing west

Go rogue

When dipping Dow

Causes knocking knees

Nature’s perfection

Meets rejection

Truth decried

Falsified

Love bound

Underground

Go rogue

Go rogue

Go rogue

Villains reviled

Saints laid low

You can’t

Recant

When there is nothing left

To confess

Save

Going rogue

Go rogue