Overt over a ***** gusty lake
Soaring high in clear day light sky
Gliding on its wild and wide wings
An eagle forlorn pried for its prey

Fish was its dish in depth to dash
Flawless claws splashed n' clasped
As it veered its virulent eye,
Plunged, pierced n’ plucked its prey

Over to the ground far afield, the stinger
Out for a grand grout of its hunger
Alas, en-route way-laid a high fly vulture ,
Pounced on platter of prey true to its culture
Swarmed n’ hunted the lonely hunter
Till the hapless winger left its hopeless prey

Hunger, the harbinger fluttered its wings
Pulling the strings of life in full swing
What it matters is all that matters
So mean is the means of might to fight

I am a man that understands…
  I write…I read….but I truly do not know….i only ask questions
                       And hope for what I cannot see …
                      I wish to love in the midst of hate…..
                   Kindness and patience as my embrace…
                         Neither in pride nor strength
      For greater is He who is within my understanding…
                                The He who Knows all…
                                   I pray blind Faith……..

Eons and eons have passed
As swiftly as swirling mists
Surround the ancient woods.

Rolling out into honey-coloured clouds
Above sun-drenched meadows.

Drifting into silences of amber light…
Where only the sky knows your heart.

Horizons shift willingly ever further
Promising joys and delight.

The auras of doubled wings, painting
Shadows over a mellowed earth.

The rush of wind lashing at my face,
Hugging me into submission.

While the soft drone rolls into a dance:
O! to dance with thee!

O! to hear the long forgotten ballads
Woven into magic melodies.

Music made by the gentle *******,
So swift and graceful on the wing!

July 1999 - flying as a passenger.

I screamed for you until my vocal chords broke like the strings of an underused guitar.
Your name climbing out of my mouth scratched the walls of my throat and took my voice away.
And I held on to sanity for as long as I could, but it's hard to grasp something that's just small enough to slip between the cracks of your fingers.
And now I know that no matter how thoughtfully you hang your mind on the coat rack before you go to sleep, when you wake up in the morning, sometimes you still can't find it.
I clawed at the dirt trying to find the pieces of me that your buried, and punched the trees to make sure they weren't hollow, but all I found when I looked at my hands was ***** fingernails and ****** knuckles.
And I never understood chemistry, but I know that you and I weren't supposed to erupt like this.
You broke me into a million pieces,
And had the audacity to look me in the eyes and tell me to clean up the mess.
And good god, what a mess it was.

Thunderous waves crash down,
I am swallowed by the sea.

Violent tides of the world's storm,
Only in darkness is darkness born.
Raging swells fill my chest,
Night falls within the tempest.

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                           Brief,


                         ,

                  Who are

    light dapples o' fingertips
between curling pillars of tight breath

(parting trees;
parting light;
parting chasms

o' touchless yearning space–

                            To
                                feel
                                   To
                                       hold
                                         To
                                             enter

(always light;
always warmth;

  within every brilliant fold of forest–

                           Most
                           tame;

                           Most
                           subtle

                            coil o' resilience,



                                            ,


                          
                             ,



              ,

your lips;   your eyes;   your hair.