upon the moon
to be my aide.
As the stars.
failed to show;
by the raucousness
of city lights.
That first night sky in the high desert
was fully unexpected, with no moon yet
the lighted canopy of brilliant heavenly
sparkling bodies appeared so dense and
near that at first view I felt perhaps I must
duck down so as to not bump my head
into a star or two.
Oregon's South Eastern High Alvord
Desert, 5000 feet above sea level is one
of the most remote and year round darkest
skies in North America. Great for star gazing!
That first view is indelibly etched upon
my visions memory still, all these many
years later. And every year since. The place
pulls at me like a magnet.
I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.
I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.
I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.
I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.
I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.
I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.
I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.
This is a peaceful community, almost sacred to many. All bearing a heart (hale or ailing) are welcome to spill their ink... Regardless of writing experience or poetic prowess.
Bear in mind that people write for various reasons. Some are really good at it, some are just barely starting. Some ask for feedback, some just want an outlet.
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Respect and be respected.
Cast of clay.
Had basked in the sun.
Deepened lines marked their faces
and enlarged cracks marred their backs.
Rough and matured.
They spoke the language of old
and hid the ancient ruins of the past.
Side by side,
they clenched the fantastical ideals of today.
uncertain and pulled apart...
The future just falls away - a ghost.
A mirage that eludes grasp and capture.
we comfort our souls with lies
burn our homes to be free.
we dab perfume on our dead bodies
stitch smiles on faces to be happy.
we turn up the music (too loud)
to be deaf upon the cries of our names
wedged between curses
and scorching regrets.
we try to dance along with the songs
of ghosts -
whose skeletons have been
long forgotten in our antique closets.
we drain bottle after bottle,
light a cigarette after another,
**** ourselves so we don't die -
a surrender to loneliness is worse, after all.
we say goodbye without considering
that we are worthy enough to stay,
we apologize for the words
we actually meant to say.
we crawl back to our hollowed grounds -
yet we love with the strength of that
who has never been loved.
we travel barefoot on unknown,
in the hopes to find where we belong.
we do the mistakes we've done before,
not because we are stupid,
but god, because we've learned.
nestled in the dirt.
Calling for rain to soothe
its parched skin.
To brave billowing gusts
that threaten its conviction.
Set in its ways.
Change is but dream.
falls to the earth.
Defenseless and vulnerable.
Bearing the promise of
life and change
within feeble flesh.
To learn, embody
and pass on
the baton of possibilities
so that change...
Comes to fruition.
I thought if the moon turns away,
I’d put an ear to the ground
hoping to hear the earth’s heartbeat.
I thought if the earth revolves
without a whim or a care,
I’d walk with it
so I could confide in the stars.
I thought that if the stars
Just maybe you would.
I wished these fragments...
These fractions of a whole
would come together...
Forming the most astute of thoughts.
Illuminating the darkest of corners.
Piecing together and revealing the grandest of pictures.
But such is the nature
of a convoluted mind
because often times
they do not.
I fall back
on uttered words.
I find comfort.
Like a spear
of newly birthed rays,
The warmth I feel
like love upon my skin -
wholesome and sufficient.
And the day matures
as do the words.
What used to soothe
now burns as hot as
the midday sun.
Draw the curtains.
Your mind isn’t yet ready
and is no match
for smouldering embers.
I fell on uttered words.
Here I am,
engulfed and cocooned
in heavy drapes.
The moon's magnifying light
Ascends from the midst of the Stonehenge
Though held high in an intangible height
My crescent right-hand trace and reaches
The moons magnifying light
Made last April 24,2017 from a deep meditation and God's revelation. I need someone to solve the sign