There’s rumor in the mountains streams
Speaking from the sterling springs,
First heard by the magnolias in brief display
With whom I rested as brief a day.
That even still when the frost is gone
That frigid way still flows,
An icy mirror for the moon
It twinkles in the roes.
Red morning fire looks upon that cascading course
Making amber out of polished stone-
And there above the mossess happily endorse
The deadwood and the rock nearest that source,
As if spring lingered in this dell alone.
And at first it will leap
To those little stream bottoms
To carpet the forest
In premonition blossoms
And call to the wind
All fresh with morning dew
To run through the sun soaked pines
Bringing their sharp perfume to you
And here and there and everywhere
We can find the boughs growing or complete
Lightly graced with silver emerald
With wild ferns at their feet
Here in these sheltered valleys
Spring never seems too far
For the lack of interference
Finds flowers in the stars
And here spring stopped a day
Before it’s great pursuit
But yet again wherever i go
Its procession, taking root.
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
And the waves break the same,
I’ve died a thousand times before
And before the river runs,
Die a million more.
And just as those shake-shiver plains-
April left wet with worry again,
It finds us longing for the westerly breath
Breaking on the Mississippian main.
Though if I a sail, to steady and guide my bass,
And weather forever in my favor,
In any direction i could cast
For want of better endeavor.
Then I would float a fleeting water:
A losing stream, to only reappear,
And there on moss strung wood hang my worries
And I myself disappear.
There fountains I’d lay
With idol dolomite rubble,
And work the clay with sand
But accrue not any trouble.
And in peace together,
Me and my natural mistress
Could toil until the workings done,
In privacy from a witness.
There in the crescent fountains
Lit lowly by the lanterns of the night,
Dark shades of green, the watercress,
Frigid cold but waiting springs delight.
There I could make a home
Far from the anxious gray
And in the stream lie
And gently float away.
And in the world be welcomed
And be welcoming to the world
And have not thin Nations fluttering
But only ****** Petals unfurled
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:59 PM UTC
And here lay the change
Nowhere to hide
The road to Canaan my friend
On the river Jordan's other side
But the current too swift
And the present so real
8 a.m., 8, 512s
Yet still- still i can feel
Divided in a wilderness of cruel thought
Ostracized from the promised land
Reaching for vice or companionship
Either one as likely to fill the hands
‘Nother dreary morning
Cigarettes and morning dew
But i don’t smoke anymore
And haven’t a patience eyes clue
Days a blur as they tend to be
3 am 105 on 44
The windshield skewed by expectations
With both my foot and promises on the floor
Can you sustain the sorrows rain
Can you love when the dopamine dips
Or are we but addicts in search for a come up
Seeking comfort from a liars lips
Will they fall from you
Freely formed, not meant to be
Or will we drown in conditions
Suffocated by utter policy
Can only the selfish love
With bright eye opposition
Falling like hard rays of sun
On fragile constitutions
Is there deeper meaning
Our morals like a northern star
But the morning came in like a freight train
Carrying our expectations a continent far
It’s a long road to Arcadia my friend
And maybe we're east of Eden
But a wandering soul is hoping
While the certain is still dreaming
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC
Give my best and better yet
Calm my worse for wear,
But I'd rather die then try
And forget my fairy fears.
Let me go among the grass
Somewhere north of here
And I will lay me down to rest
And lay the rest to bare
Give me little reasons
To change my pathos gray
Hang a rainbow in folds about me
And leave me painted in a happy way
Lay your kindness at their feet
Like little lilies come to grow
And they will put their heel into the earth
And beg of you to sew
Give to them a happy thought
And all that they think will be of you
But if that misery is all you brought
They'll think a thought brand new
...
And all I can do
Is all that I can
But the world is too cruel
And left to better men
And all that I did
Was what I thought right
But they day is too short
And long is the night
And my breath is too weak
And my mind is not mine
And everything is worry
And nothing is fine
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:52 PM UTC
So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.
But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.
I see it etched in nature
In seas of swaying barley,
And I all have is a constant scrimmage
That I can't escape, not hardly.
And I see it in the mower's
Swinging locomotion,
Time blinks its eye
So ending his reaping motions.
I see it in the weeds
That have reclaimed,
Growing wild
Where once was tame.
I've become stagnant
Tired of this placement,
My desires and my vices
Stand adjacent.
In its well failure looms,
Let me clean my life,
I run to rectify my room
But it all ends in strife.
I dare not smile,
Life gets so lonely,
When it seems I've a friend
I find Im my one and only
The days grow shorter
With a gasping wind
I’m in the dead of my winter
No friend their coat to lend.
Im my heart
I have grown quiet
And my feelings
They fall silent.
I see it here
In these dusty rooms,
These people of little remorse,
Waiting for an end soon.
I've fallen so
And where does my path end
Needing to go
But staying again.
An American ego
A living contemporary
Dying slowly
Below his luminaries.
So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.
But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC
Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise
I could have been then on chances whim
But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens
Almost civil, seen some kindness,
Seen some hate and many tragic fates,
Seen my love with the wind smiling
Relieved and light of weight.
Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before)
So many dimensions betheith the skin
Millimeters of image, careless of change,
Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin
I am a reflection of all that I have known
And though I inch on with grief;
In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa
And gorge myself on it's leafs
And when the trees droop low,
Find me a branch, others may have known,
And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing,
Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
I've gave them the slip
And the please don't call
If you got a number
scratch it off my wall
Took my Rio to Georgia
Georgia to Ouachita
Heard a hundred voices
Yours loudest of them all
Held my soul in St Francois
Those gentle mountain roams
Seen the meaning there
But could not bare it home
Hold myself here any longer
I will never feel the same
Just a two bit wanderer
A face without a name
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC
Was when water wet the earth
And the leaves were all ablaze
Met with a gift of health
In a morning's misty haze
I stumbled to the dawn
Or did it roll to me
Plastered on pageantry
Wreathed in misery
Rolled on to the rhyolite
Held a cigarette to defend
And in the morning, rays of joy
Silhouetted in the shrill wind
What a wild child
Laughing in the breeze
Little loves of mine
This one to the knees
Eyes like dissonance
Altering with the sight
Shades of mountain mornings
In crystals of autumn light
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 2:35 PM UTC
Baseless wilting Lilly
I've left too long in the sun
I will search for your blooms
All summer long
And on peaks of sunny glade
Find many a flowers of color
But leave to lay the blooms
For yet another
Faded sinking, silly
The madness of the world
Can we not find the beauty
In the tragic unsnarled
Baseless wilting Lilly
I have searched all the wrong
I have scoured the hills
And the streams gentle song
It keeps me ever running
But maybe just for one more day
Why hide what you can't deny
And not speak of what is needed to say
Baseless wilting Lilly
I've left too long in the sun
I will search for your blooms
All my life long
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC
Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning
Will be with crippled heart at noon
Or heavy on the mind in the evening
With memories reflected off the moon.
And on our lips yesterday
In the hardpress of youth
We thought we joined an answer
Or maybe breathed some truth.
Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands
Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea,
But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes
Nor easily someone else pretend to be.
All i hold is cradled in tired palms
The soft earth clenched with fingers found
They could point to any horizon
But instead search endless in the ground
...
We have no worth
And the useless marooned
For there is no safety
In a boundless room
Midnight creeps on the water
As it stalks in us all
Victims of our fears
That rises as we fall
Seen a sister stray from the shore
Leaving me in the canary reeds
Where the calm water can think
And the dragon fly feeds
And i heard the chorus frogs
Though quiet they might be
When compared to the universe
But not quite to me.
…
Blindeye and optimistic
Like every love before
Sailing into an endless void
Forfeiting firm and famous shore
And i burn little memories
Keeping my position light lit
But how the wind makes it tremble
In defiant but foolish fits.
I seen you in my future
You saw me out your door
And I haven’t a paddle
Amidst an oceans roar
But i have an idea
That i can never be bound
For i live before the end
But you live for the ground.
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 5:38 AM UTC