Tracking through the old growth,
rain at the edge of the world.
Knowing the rapture has
no plan for me .
Just rejoicing in the rain
and the wind .
My heart bleeds creations blood.
Stardust formed my being .
Burning wildflowers
coat my dreams
in a smoking glaze
of eternity’s memories.
I find myself outside
salvations promise.
My breath cuts the depth
of melancholy’s theft .
Unstable in the passing
of grace .
Preferring to take the
apple right off the tree.
Smelling the fresh cut grass.
Plunging my fingers deep into
the rich black dirt of freedom.
Intrigued by utopian desires.
Pushing me to my rubicon
my idiom.
Always knowing what’s
my guiding light .
As the moons out of focus
through the trees.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 11:11 PM UTC
Bound to the trees
left to the ages.
Swallowed in the mists
of Avalon.
A child becomes
a woman grown .
Hoping for a revelation
that quells my tears
of grief .
My pride endures
quite heavenly.
My bouyant breath
explodes
into a riot of pines,
mountains and moonlight mists .
From a deeply shadowed
valley holding the mountains at bay .
I drink remorse and
crumble to sadness.
Coyotes prowl my
midnight shivers.
centuries of tenacious trees
tripping down a
tangled path of regrets .
The last vestige of
seconds ticking.
Countless , infinity lost
in the River Glen of the
morning sun .
As the Ferryman crosses
the River calling .
These hours
these hours
possessed .
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
Crucified, vilified her faith eroded,
heeding the call of the open road .
To be pushed over the precipice
exiled from all memory, trees exploding
A mist from under the pond .
An exercise in innocence.
Sensual lips , a ***** tattoo .
An ancient haunted terrified voice .
Confessional silence, more smoke than flames .
A journey , searching ,stretching through the ages .
A stand of trees in a yellow meadow.
holding a profound message
guiding her life .
Tiny leaves sing shadows
across a sunlit Doe .
Sparks arise ashes fall
thrones and needles
****** in blood .
Someone ,
sometime
somewhere
will see her heart
and know her truths .
Perhaps in the sanctuary
of the cool dark
mountain air .
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
Loose lines, mudflats
the lonesome sparrow sings.
The walls around Eden
are gaurded by…
half peace melodies
where rivers birth
my saddest songs .
Cinders in the moonlight
romance sizzling in the desert
has moved to the Tundra.
Pulled by the oppressive
dream of heat lightning.
Trying to silence the
Rivers music.
Screaming eagles ate
the Coyotes howl.
Recessed from the icy
pain of spoiled humanity.
Rivers of sorrow.
Rivers of pain .
Waiting in the reeds
to sacrifice my soul.
Yearning to caress
your intelligence.
Lost in your magic
the flower yet
to be named .
Lamenting that I will
never know your mysteries ,
your melodies
nor the essence of your song .
Your gentleness
or how you found
the way you love .
While Its a loss
I can not know
still it haunts
the River of my soul.
The beating cross
the burden I bear .
Singing out my
saddest songs.
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 10:57 PM UTC
Tears pool at the
feet of mortality.
Candles line the
stonewalls of fate
flickering in the rain .
Cutting a tunnel
through the silence
of the morning .
To elicit forbidden
sensations of
lustful embroidery.
Spiking trees
to save the forest ,
pulling stakes
in civil disobedience.
All within the nuance
of a border town
where the misty swamps
hold no fever .
Sweeping views of
the hinterlands
with backwater thoughts
In the rain .
I have carried the burden
of a thousand bad decisions
with a sleepy vagabond
gilded halo .
Waiting for the bridge
to be rebuilt
after it burned in the dawn .
Showing me the forest
as I’m stuck in the trees.
Memories really mired
in the mud of
my sacred platte of ground .
Lost in a rainy midnight
silence of fear .
Affliction ,
the laurels of the
fires of adversity.
Lightning flickered
in the stillness of the night .
Quiet but for the distant thunder.
Aware that the silent
rain had ceased.
May 20, 2024
May 20, 2024 at 10:32 PM UTC
A cold white mist
on the horizon.
An Eire voice that
sounds like bees.
Am I floating?
Am I alive ?
A choir of innocence
immersed in sorrow.
Standing at the Barb wire
of the saddest place on Earth.
Trying to understand
the unforgivable.
Being led by conscience
and a buzzing mist.
Lifes choices are hard
and usually unfair .
But, you choose
and move on .
Hoping you will not
need to be forgiven.
The path forks through
quiet emotions.
But , the truth is always
well hidden .
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
Truth hidden in lies
Satan in the books on fire.
Haunted by the educated smoke
and the whispers of knowledge
lost in the wind .
Frightened by the empty soul
who’s facing eternity alone .
Slithering evil in snakes eyes
lightning crawls inside the nerves
welding eyes open in terror.
Confessions of sleepy loneliness
In the restless path that follows
the smoldering residue
and ashes of literature.
Demons in the shadows of dreams
Roughhanded angels deferring
to the resplendent ones
who propagate lies
and burn our books .
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 11:12 PM UTC
Ancient whispers reverberate
through the valleys beyond description.
Saddlesore and invigorated
reins and stirrup sunsets .
Praying to the fire before the lowing dawn .
Smoke rises on an early
morning snow .
Hoof tracks coerced in the
silence beneath the winds .
There is a trust inherent
between the horses and
Their cattle .
Those ancient spirits guide us ,
So strong and unwavering
we drop to our knees in awe .
And weep .
This land cannot be taken .
This land unyielding and
relentless.
This land that cannot be
controlled.
The hours hold no mercy
for the profound soul
of another age .
The duel between land and Skies .
Freedom in tears and brambles , the thistle and the thorns .
Ridges and thunderheads
Collide, beautifully deep
beyond words .
Casting the dreams that
whisper in your eyes .
Hard work and long days
honor in the wind runners,
depth in the spurs and the saddles.
In the feathers and the ropes.
Pilippa smiles , she’s home
on the range .
It seems there is only the skies above and the earth in your toes.
The open range , the one you love .
Dreams filled with Prairie stars .
The big skies seemingly dancing with the ****** land
creeping on forever .
Maybe this land defeats us .
This Savage land whose
music forever haunts us .
Or maybe it defines us .
This vast landscape
of dust , time and heart .
Boundless energy,
romance and danger .
Never wanting to leave it
to never say goodbye.
If there is a judgment
at the end of this trail .
Know it’s to follow your Lodestar.
Take risks and begin anew.
Know this land fills your heart
and sears your soul
to those ancient whispers.
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
Life is beautifully random .
Accidental chaos .
A draining rainbow
riddles and conversations.
Rain and smoldering seasons .
Every theme a lovers soul
questions, locks and
Minor Keyes .
The verses of the mind
The poetry of the soul .
Thus to be remembered.
Sailing ships of worship slip
away from the shores of religion.
Poetry of composition
brush strokes of fate .
Along suffering
vows of indifference.
Grace and prose are her beauty.
Thorns and thistle,
Rivers and stone .
Time lost in heartache
Spiderwebs across the lense
of dawns looking glass .
Carrying daisies with
walking sticks and rain .
Time that’s worn
flattened and ragged .
Ripped from the lining
of a golden meadows hem .
Beneath a quilt of sorrow
is a straw filled conscience.
Making my peace
behind a long thicket
of wild rose .
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 4:58 PM UTC
heart of mercy
crying to be heard
in the dimming of
dusks last true light
and the chilly winds
of emptiness
following a trail of tears
to an eerie blue Twilight
what we can't forget
is hidden in our hearts
buried somewhere behind
the midnight rains
between the lilting
moonlit mirages
and the lost forests
tragic last refrains
heart of mercy
tolling for freedom
back from the endless
assaults on morality
beating like rain
on the hollow log
of a reckless
and uncertain eternity
where a red flower
is damp with dew
where hatred is lost
in the cool of the morn
where the thick limbs
of the sycamore grew
where young dreams
are waiting to be born
where sundown trails
like a faithful dog
where the promise of magic
is waiting to be revealed
where sinners fail
and lovers never part
where lovers fight on
and prophets kneeled
where there is still
mercy in my heart
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 10:34 PM UTC