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