In some distant time
Where morning comes slowly
The Lord had called me to this
Barely before the sun settles in
I stir my coffee with a tarnished silver spoon
That reminds me of time past
Distant songs and mended memories
My wrinkled fingers stuffing pipe
Retired to my chair with mans best friend at my feet
The mind tumbles with a deep shade
Will wright my last painted poesy
In forgotten notebooks
Of how life was
Lost lovers forgotten wars and golden yesterday
With rhythm falling off the page
My inky echoes will fade
As the last autumn falls on me
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
With the death of season swallowtails wings flutter
Rhythmic Wheat oceans of Thunder and lightning
Fireflies dance amongst moonlit tassels
Burning to impress the wild light of Colbert heavens
Evening tide lovers, dreamers of electric moon nights.
One dusk after another Crickets serenade to vibrating hearts
Denying Somnus Cries Embracing Whispers of Eros
With the death of season swallowtails wings flutter
A breathless sky
Smell of smoke in the gentle evening
Ten thousand lovers desire
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
Coffee ripples
Train goes by west bound
the poet and his coffee
In pale argent light
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
Where falling stars live
we pass over arks of light
That call us again
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
Diamond dust sliver dusk
With a heart so dark
Are sins have all been said
Something luminous and rare
The very texture of gray
Winter will be upon us
And the poets shall morn
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Cosmic Colbert galaxies
Your oceans meet my seas
Pounding the shores
of a Lotus haunted mind
these colonies of dreamscapes
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
We stare down longest perspectives of dusk.
Beneath the wings of lilac dim,
In robes of evening heavens ablaze,
A breath of winter tides.
With all the memories that could not fade,
Gone like a dream in the wakening eye of day,
A sigh of immortal past echoes to my ink kingdom.
Connected by the voices of passing vagabonds
And calls of lazy seas.
The midnight shivers as I drift from the shores
Of Dreamscapes to the stars of desolation,
Trembling in the West.
The stars not fond of borrowed thoughts
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:48 AM UTC
The clearest nights are the coldest nights
Silver dawn
Hear the drums of morning play
For as long as I can see back,
I wondered to discover
Where do I belong in this world?
Merely a few minutes in a lifetime of companionship,
no one ever understanding me writing me off as a weird dream.
I never went looking for poetry,
it found me longing for my romantic story of life
I hope I have done it justice
The fluttering call of lazy seas,
pounding the shore of a Lotus haunted mind.
These colonies of Dreamscapes
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
Beneath the vault of light
So many nights we dance
with echoes That free the muse
And inject the mind with inky knots
That drift from memories to dreamscapes
Washed upon thoughts
To bleed on the page a sigh of morphine
Deep as the hue of red wine
Starching out towards the void
As if eternity was anything
Whispering our deepest fears to awkward angles
Stillness passes our eternal night
So come poets scared and alone
I will follow you into the darkness
And when we sleep
We’ll dream of the sweetest things
For there still a little light that shines in our tired eyes
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Twice a day he smoked his pipe
In dusky are along with painted shadows of varnished light
Passing over smoldering pages
He hungered for perfection in an imperfect world
Amongst inky echoes
Speaking of gold of Yesterdays
Liquid sky’s
Borrowed thoughts
Melancholy gloom
As well as lost dreams
Passing over the trials of man
With hopes of relinquishing
His heart and head
The anguish that fills his night and day
To dance in the poetic spirit of an immortal euphoria
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC