So began the wise: For one who lays among tragedies, Knotting and twisting, Picking a path through dereliction, Beside the rubble of contentment, And then comes the bringer of truth, The maker of doubts, Through aisles of gray, Between doorways, Of haunts, Of darkness, Where all that cease, breathe In dreams of endless songs, Begging … Continue reading Static in Shadows
Dramatic dancing In habitual sorrows Forgotten age Of dwindling hope Inflicted with obscurity Darkness cascaded Into sounds of years.
The sand drifted in swirls of storms, Thin as linen, the gales built walls And the sea offered forth a sacrifice To the tattered waves, Which rose and fell in helpless heaps Crashing against the fallout of tributes Reflecting the daystar’s majestic guise, Where nothing held afloat, And stones pummeled into ghosts. The revolving pool … Continue reading Observatory
I recently got back from a much-needed vacation, beach time in south Florida along with a glorious cruise to warmer weather regions, only to come home to rain and snow. I didn’t write a single thing on vacation. Not because I didn’t want to, but more because the sun was beckoning me more than the … Continue reading Weekendspiration – Plight of the Sea
Within this timeless tide of grand governance, Beyond the unspoken hatred, Beneath a stunning display of wonder, The mass of the planets, The stars’ eternal lanterns, The beacon of the moon’s presence, The relief of the clouds, The luster from the sun’s reach, The secrets carried by the winds, The heart of the seas, The … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (finale)
Dream, dream the ancient planets hated, The magnificent constellations, Which emitted their natural light, Through great binaries and nebulas, And flaunted their operatic display of beauty, Through stellar pillars and Magellanic clouds, While the planets reeled in the anchored static, A palpable loneliness of sighs, dust and ice, Listing within the dark, Waiting for the … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (pt 5)
Flare, Flare the sunbeams hated The luminescent moon, Which pulled and waned the sea, And lengthened the days of history, As it perched high in the cool night, Glowing with transcendent pride, Amidst the quiet tango of orbits, The dawn burned to be of those legends, Beheld by the nocturnal and white buffalo, To hide … Continue reading Nature of the Beast (pt 4)
Scatter, scatter the clouds hated, The arduous fingers of the sun, Which pierced the billowy vapor, And broke through their gloom, Giving a warmth beneath them. The clouds gathered and grumbled, Reigning in their breathless, veiled towers, Seething with superbolts of contest, Rioting in the solar gilded light, Only to fracture and dissolve away.
Gust, gust the winds hated The sapphire seas, Which lined above and below, In a constant embrace, Meditating in the winds’ currents, And dancing in its tempests, The winds raged with jealousy, As the great bodies held gently within, The flora and fauna, Of which the winds could never be...
Part 1: Flow, flow the waves hated The battering winds, That lifted them, Flung their breaks, And crashed their soul, Seemingly, soaring, in mockery. The waves cried to the ghostly gales, As they tread, then drowned, Like pirates into the briny frailty, Sunk between canyons of cold darkness. (Line borrowed : "Flow, flow the waves … Continue reading Nature of the Beast