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

My Pencil Drawings

Some Would Say I Have Lived

Some would say i have lived

   I have waded barefoot through caribbean rivers

   And Slinked through city back allies

   ducked secretively into second story windows to avoid witness

   Laid down beneath the stars and stood up behind and below the bleachers

   I have played a clown for thousands and pulled laughter from tears

   I have spotted the Pleiades and commemorated the passing of Haleys 

   I have created beautiful melodies no one will hear

   And written words no one could perceive

   I have lived in the moment 

   I have dared

   I have lived a life of reflection and considered the good.

Some would say i have lived

   But these are all just moments

   Pockets of time no more connected to each other

   Than they are to you the reader.

   In sum they do not illustrate a life well lived

   They are only mirages of times gone by

   That in a moment will be lost for all eternity

   But do not mourn for me

   You experineced this too.

   The fleeting, the slipping, the elusive

   The chasing, the approaching, the sliding...

   The futility of purpose.

   But that is too far.

Some would say i have lived

Romantic Notions are all the Same

The morning moon

Slung low in the sky

It lingered lost and found

Kissing the ground

While I sighed

The wind swept leaves

Whispered relief

From sultry breathes

Skilled at deaths

And beyond belief

The mid day eaves

Imperfectly recoils

Beneath the shimmering slurry

Freedom from the biting teeth

Warped to others

Same underneath

Romantic notions are all the same

Byron is surely one of those to blame

You Understand This Changes Everything

   I understand. 

But don't feel bad. 

We were meant to meet,

get married,  

have our beautiful daughter.

It all happened 

because it was supposed to.

   I do not understnad

But i do feel bad

We were meant to stay together forever

Happily married

Raise our beautiful daughter

It all ended

Even though it was not supposed to.

   You understand this changes everything

Thermodynamically, i should have anticipated change

Melodramatically, i should have ranted and raved

Nihilistically, i shouldnt have cared

Pragmatically i should have been prepared

Romantically i am cold and broken

Poetically i am trite and dead

Ironically that is all i have ever written and

It is all you have ever read

The Epimethian

I know

It was my fault

Mea culpa

Mea culpa

And Besa me mucho

I hurt for hurting you

I am sore at the point of touch and thought

It is not that i have come to value your esteem

In fact you degrade daily in my visage

And that excavated, planed, and waxed the slope upon which i slid

I was the scarecrow on an ochre-stoned road

All weebled and wobbled and Epimethian.

Did it matter that the ends were justified? 

See I Can Make Pretty Words

See

I can make pretty words

And metaphores 

And alibies

And metaphores that rise and rise

To the heights of paranoia and shame

I can makes pretty and awful sounds

Vibrations that dissipate too soon

And dischords that linger noon afternoon

i could stew

And see if it thickens and combines just right

Missing ingredients too much too few too roux too slight

I could do nothing or something or everything without remorse,

recompense or reward

See

Kiss Me With Your Lying Lips

Kiss me with your lying lips

The truth hurts too much and this

Is a maze and I've eaten all the bread crumbs

Hold me in your nowhere arms

I'll shut my mind to silence alarms

That echo and threaten to betray me

I will love you at all cost

It's not better to have loved and lost

I will love you at all cost

It's better to have never loved at all.

Hide me in your secret heart

I will gladly play the part

A martyr of unrequited love

Assign me to the bottom floor

Treaties never ended wars

At best they only delay

I will love you at all cost

It's not better to have loved and lost

I will love you at all cost

It's better to have never loved at all.

Caterpillar

Caterpillar 

You are beautiful 

I will nourish you

take care of you

Support your track with sturdy trusses

clear markings

you will accompany me as i feed on companionship too

If i am just and true you will leave for another life of unimaginable aerial flights of buoyant whimsy.

no keeping you on earth

All my paint by number sacrifices had one noble purpose-Butterfly

Anything For You

Id give you a rose if i could stand the smell

Id write you a poem but it wouldn't sell

Id wear cologne and smear my hair with gel

Id throw a fortune in a wishing well

I would do

Anything for you

I would do

Anything for you

I'd go down walk in Fairmount Park

Light a fire with sticks and a spark

I'd name a star and prove it in the dark

ride the whip at the amusement park

I would do

Anything for you

I would do 

Anything for you

Go to Amity and swim with the shark

Evade a boulder and peek in the ark

Jump to light speed and make the wookie bark

I would do

Anything for you

I would do 

Anything for you

Invitation to the jubilation

It lays at my feet

An invitation to the jubilation

How can i lift this page without turning another

It is not enough that it is joy upon joy 

It is given freely to one who is not free

Oh free enough that i could embark

And sail like Columbus to the edge of the sea 

where the serpent lives

It lays prostrate on the floor awaiting my descent 

Taunting

Seducing

Pleading 

I only have to reach for it with one tired hand

A hand brazen enough to dare

But not enough for truth

Romantics are Idiots

Romantics are idiots

And i am one too

Your most vital organ

Played and played and played

Poetry metaphor and simile

All and all breaks from reality

And fall after fall

We learn some and all

To retreat from

Their knavish mortality

The Callous are fools

And  i am one too

skin all lacquered and brined

Hard and harder and hardest

Name all the trees you see

And still not see the forest

In This club of exclusivity

That Never rises above their basest proclivity

Mechanical hearts

Beat imperfect symmetry

To the Demons of Our Lesser Nature

Iron grip

You rust with the morning dew

Yes, that sweet and soft tear

That the moon cried on its final egress

Your strength is fleeting in its issue

Your ruse i betrayed in repetition

often reminded of your half-life

In feeblemindedness i digress, degrade

& succumb 

To the Demons of My Lesser Nature

Persistence is a Virtue

What happens when you head off in the wrong direction?  

You meet thick overgrowth and the path is full of vines and thistle burrs. 

It takes tremendous effort to continue.  

Eventually,if you persist, you become adept at clearing a path.  

You excel at this & win awards & accolades lauding your innovative approach to trailblazimg.  

However, as you become more skilled at going forward you hasten the rate at which you veer further off the true path.  Further and further.

If you realize this was the wrong path 

you will simultaneaously realize you are past the point of return and settle down til perdition 

or continue forward mindlessly in an etude of dischordant measures.  

Still, again, you may decide to convince others that this path is the true path 

so that you are not alone in your failure.  

Misery indeed loves company.

Thoughs on Relationships

When those who by constant and close proximity should know you best know you least

When those who by variable and distant expanse know you better than yourself

When denizens of the 4th dimension retrace your footprints and find them pleasing

When bridges set ablaze with intent to ember instead temper

                  Then, Short and wide faces of trepidity will set in your hands

                     Now and then wiping away spectral strands of gossamer

                                              From farsighted eyes.