Of Journies Intermittent Part 1

Part I

Meadow, valley, field, and glen

We bounded half a day

Creek, stream, river, and fjord

We bounded half again

Past Buzbert's hut, the hermit's humble abode

smells of warm bread, burning leaves, and spices filled the grove.

Spero Myles, a faithful friend, saw no wrong, and lead the way

Libro Sgarbatto, with heart of gloom, heard no song, and followed all the way.

One walked without rhythym but missed no steps

The other ran in time past deciduous growth and spiderwebs.

Beneath a willow's tears

There laid a figure frail and struck with fear

No words issued from her lips 

Still the messag was clear

Do not touch!

For i am Contagion

And i long for a hero

One who is brave and honest and thorough

Spero wanted to stop

Libro said "i'd think not"

It's an awful coincidence her waiting to be sought.

I am Vetti Pouc, a wanderer too

Time and distance held no hinderance and danger did no boding

Once upon a time I wondered as i wondered

And paused with thoughts provoking

How can my small actions stop the world

It spins on and on regardless?

If i right a wrong evil yet goes on

Are not my actions useless?

With her own quest stayed

She tilted, measured, and weighed

Nature and eschatology

Venturing no further she cast her vim

On scrupulous blades of uncertainty.

Spero and Libro engaged her for a while

Spero spoke words of exubberance

And Libro words of weight

Hour by hour. Parley and debate.

They sang her antiphon and let it gestate

On they travelled and promised to return

To dredge her from her rhetorical fen

But as they left and turned away

She forgot they had ever been

At The Right Angle To Your Eye

At the right angle to your eye

Where sun rays throw a spotlight on a patch of grass

Green to white it dyes and blinds

And nature's orchestra is sotto adagio

Then i stand where purpose and reason are not wed

No rationale smashed in my lover's face in front of 100 eyes and lenses.

Heat and light bath my skin and i'm in a private blissary

And here is my little slice of heaven

Here is where i am truly at peace

Urban sprawl breeds the world martial

On a shorter and stronger leash that sparkles

Shadow and Light

Shadow and light

day and night

dark was within

And without was insensate

And there was no discernment

Onyx and Opal

Stark and prismal

One in truth with the surround

And one with Aphrodite and Mars

When Lesser gods fall to the ground

The blind brook no allusions

What more, i, guided by delusions

Run for the summit to shout liberty!

Where voice is buffetted by wind

Knocked down at once, bitterly

This is where hope comes to die

I Love You, Quitter!

I love you, Quitter

Mrs Faux Cheveux said you have no courage

I say you had just enough

Yes you were lesser than Gretzky, Jordan, Ruth, & Montana

No you didnt become Seargent of Arms of the class of 19 & whenever

Your rise to mediocrity was ecstatic and wild

You were one with the masses and reviled

No need for self propulsion and exploitation 

No maneuvering schemes to capitalize upon the naive

Bravery, you say?  

No.  You Fascist!

He is greater than Gates, Jobs, Buffett, & Zuckerberg

He is a God for a decade, a demon for third a score

A sage for a moment and then never more.

Something Occurred to Me

Something occurred to me

Today as i pulled on socks tan and taupe

Even though i tried my best and gave 110%

Part of me gave up before other parts

Had your heart been as tender as your bruise

And had i been ever present and self aware

Noone would be kissing in darkened cars like teenagers

I know the point of no return was fixed in time and space

Even now a polyanna and a joke will sedate inquisitions

But then Somthing occurred to me...

Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

Wonderous and vast

Splashed in reds and golds

Folded and cramped

Cracked and wrinkled

Souls are tossed in to the gorge

On thermals rising and falling

Cast    as far as muscle and bone and psyche can send

You have made it a life journey

To find the deepest ravine

To deposit lost causes and a Jester's dream

Have you come in vain?

This is not the deepest, widest, longest, highest

Anything.

All those are constructs of perception.  

But the clays and sediments are real enough

The river that burned a course through the rock for eons

Is real enough and sadly domesticated

Your destination is real enough

Believe in lfe its figures

It is its own postulate.

My Pencil Drawings