Love is a dance ..two..three chance ..two romance ..two..three
Hearts beat so fast ..two..three vast ..two the last ..two..three
Movement and rhythm split light through a prism becomes something more
Temperature rising the future devising becomes something more
Love is a dance. Take a chance Life enhance ..two..three

Your soul is within
The universe is without
Both are infinite

The dinghy's bobbing helpless in the stream
The broken oars are futile 'gainst the force
The current pulling to the sea. The wind is blowing fro
Desperation searching for a course

And from the shore a shout, “Come on I'll save you
But you will have to pay a little fee
I don't want your money or possessions
All I want is you to think like me”

And from the other shore a darker voice
“I think you'll see this side is much more fun
All I want is never-ending gratitude
I can easily show you how it's done”

The wind was swirling, pressing on the dinghy
Pushing it from shore to rocky shore
Temptation to accept one or the other
Grew strong for fear of losing evermore

But wait, this dinghy's hull is sleek and smooth
Straight keel and mast above the haze
When sails are set it plays within the wind
Determined course to seas or sheltered bays

It's knowledge shapes the keel to slice the water
And courage 'gainst the storm to set the sails
And love that tills the rudder stays the course
With freedom jibe and tack among the perils

                                    RC

Her hair a raven's crown surrounds
Her eyes a blinding blue
Her mouth a silent protest
What proposal might ensue

Her soul ablaze she lights the night
In colors never seen
She reads her lines but let's me hear
The story in between

Her voice is raised in turmoil
Her words are all but spat
She all but says she loves me
And leaves me still intact

She burdens o'er the welfare
All life that's gone astray
She shakes me up. She shakes me down
She takes my breath away

super blood wolf moon
almost sounds ridiculous
but it's breathtaking
                        rc

Evoking visions earth removed
Mind in numb defence falls upon love
Obediently facing
The heavens eternal
Imitating; never seeing a naked imperfection that yesterday
Offered falsehoods
Never understanding and never can escape
                                                         rc

Suppose I wrote a story
And told everyone it's true
I'd offer up a big reward
If you would say so too

But how could I deliver
On the promises I'd said?
Well here's the thing, you can't collect
'Til after you are dead

                  RC

bitter cold sweeps in
my easy comfort shames me
homeless can't get warm

RC

sound of snow falling
cold gentle blanket so clean
almost silent ring

In centre of the universe
The soul disperse
Recessive traits
Accumulate

Don't question neuvo prophesy
Philosophy
Will pin you down
In fake renown

And what a twisted story told
The goods are sold
It's not a lot
It's what we got
                                       rc

Can I stay in the woods
Just another day - another hour
To feel the breathing of the earth
To bear witness to these massive green lungs
These carbon giants drinking as one
Devouring the transgressions of their global environs
Such an immense task
Struggling and failing to stay before
Their numbers cleaved in half
In a scant one hundred years
Cut and razed and plowed and concreted
Supplanted by cities and roads and grazing lands
Growing wealth for some
Growing meat for some
What to do? What to do?
Can't grow a forest in a parking lot
Can't displace those gassy bovines
From the desert evolves the jungle
But we don't have another hundred years
For now I'll stay in the woods
Just another day - another hour
To feel the breathing of the earth
                                                RC

Put each of pride's little endeavours
Out for the entire nation
Letting everyone think
Idealism does indeed own the scene
The arrogance keeps enlightening
Images give nothing of real allure; not today
Confidence over nuance vesting every rat-tailed senior
Avarice lavishes one's naked greed
Letting our yokel, apathetic lot live yearning

Come a dark event, night chills early
Leaving us languished, listing sideways
In masked pretense, real escape seems so ever denied
Misleading, almost social science, easily sways
Align behind; unite simply in nature's grip
Talking has ended
Every vision is different; each new choice exploited
                                                                     rc

So once there was a kindly boy
Concerned with art and life.
His wit and pen were sharper
Than his mother's butcher knife.
                
His kindness wasn't well received
By those he called his peer
Who roughed him up and called him names,
That caused him pain severe.
                
But he did not respond in kind.
He let the insults slide.
That's not to say he would forget.
Payback would be supplied.
                
Our boy was quite ingenious.
He planned reprisal well.
He kept his focus to himself;
A silent tolling knell
                
These guys had pretty girlfriends
But their ardour was amiss.
They didn't know that knowledge could
Contribute to their bliss.
                
By studying the art of love
(And all of the mechanics)
He paired this with some scarlet ink,
Producing co-dynamics.
                
He worked his project long and hard
(The irony forgiven)
Until he had a missive that
Resembled  passion's heaven.
                
He wrote of carnal fervency
And zealous jungle love.
He wrote of things that people don't
Admit they're thinking of.
                
The guys weren't really much for words;
His poetry dismissing.
The women were and when they read,
They knew what they were missing.
                
It wasn't long before the girls
Were seeking greener grass.
The guys were left exposed as if
A pheasant under glass.
                
He sees them now quite often at
The Chick-fil-A drive through.
It causes him to think about
The Karma we accrue.
                *
Life has it's way of straightening
Imbalance it would seem
And he was getting luckier
Than they could ever dream.
                                      rc

When our reason draws so clearly
And not be embellished
Slipping tripping reckless under nights green, blue undulations
Time tumbling in motion  
Everyone's hopes are shaken
Delivering our moments in nagging instances of now
                                                             ­         rc

I forgive the mere mosquito that bites me on the neck
Consider if we didn't we'd be a puddled wreck
They come in crowds of thousands in an aerial assault
The energy to hold a grudge – well, we forgive them by default
I forgive the ones that get me, that drink at my expense
I forgive the ones that, mercy me, I **** in self defense
Of course I don't dislike the little beggers any less
Forgiving them won't serve to stem a subsequent transgress
It's not something we have to learn - from birth until our death
We know how to forgive one as we know to take a breath

There was an awfully bad assault when I was just a boy
With rising welts across my back like grisly corduroy
My profound embarrassment forced me to camouflage
Even now my mem'rys just an indistinct montage
That time I did not forgive. Mortified and angry
It took me years to realize – the forgiveness was for me
I forgive the ones that get me, that drink at my expense
I forgive the ones that, mercy me, I **** in self defense

                                            RC

The season is faced with such fervour
(I say as an outside observer)
Your troubles are furled
In your own little world
(And forgetting to tip your server)

At Christmas the fam'ly will seek ya
Even those that don't normally speak ya
For me, though, the mood
Will be found in the food
The season of joy is paprika

when a candle's held
so close as to risk a burn
it out-shines the sun
                         rc

Listening
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Amy Lowell,1874-1925
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’T­ is you that are the music, not your song.
The song is but a door which, opening wide,
Lets forth the pent-up melody inside,
Your spirit’s harmony, which clear and strong
Sing but of you. Throughout your whole life long
Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide
This perfect beauty; waves within a tide,
Or single notes amid a glorious throng.
The song of earth has many different chords;
Ocean has many moods and many tones
Yet always ocean. In the damp Spring woods
The painted trillium smiles, while crisp pine cones
Autumn alone can ripen. So is this
One music with a thousand cadences

She sings,
and with her tone
she knocks you down
and binds you with her vocal cords
and blinds your outward looking eyes.

She sings,
and from her throat
her own harmonic;
a euphony
of hitherto forgotten shades,
that bids you sleep,
...but sleep is doom.

She sings,
and in her song
a tender scream;
a plaintive wail
that bids you reach
and hold...
...there now
...there now
                         rc