#dune
Sand lays a ribbon
of rolling shapes covering --
the edge of the land.
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 3:54 AM UTC
I’ve been walking in the dessert
Sand still and deep
Shifting grains of humans
By animal instinct
My water is your water
We are to keep
And punished for
The ancestors plight
The sins
They spawned
Muad’Dib
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
It has been a long time
Since I last saw you
But the essence of this flame
Still burns so bright
To the shadow of that moonlight
The wind whispered at their sight
Speaking about a mystery
So far removed from the truth
I began to feel the sand
Of all the grains and pebbles
Only few could fit my hand
Without fleeting away
Once again I sit
At the crossroad of faith
To be consumed by the wind
And disappear into the night
Oh how I longed
For that night
And the sky
Hugging the land
Maybe we shall meet again
As the wind meets sand
Flowing and waving
In time...
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
So long have we laid here, dormant,
Rested until our souls were restless
To leave and wander the distant stars.
No One will hold us All once more.
(The Tyrant has taught his lesson well.)
This emptiness called space,
Has always called to us to fill.
We are always looking up-
Those on the ground and planet bound,
Those living at the top,
Always looking up and up
Into the distance that can not be pierced
By a single pair of starry eyes.
The beat of humanity marches forward
On a million different drums.
Live, Humanity! And sow your seeds
Into each empty crevasse and sink.
Breed life into the infinite confines
During your finite time in flickering existence.
Let life grow and flourish,
Like clashing waves that topple and break,
Mountains eroding into valleys,
Seas evaporating into dust,
Battlefields to hearth and back again.
(Once the planet was Arrakis then Rakis
then no more)
What will be made in the great Unknown?
When we go looking, who will stare back from the Void?
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Dove off the deep river
it has been a long while now.
Chirping eerily beautiful
anthem of evening the bird flock
back to the nests picked their ways
Still, I am in apparently shallow desert.
Nope, I am not lost counting
the low hanging stars but
no longer feeling lonely in the desert.
The moon over the dunes draws closer
I happened to witness then like the star
for heaven, why no one needs a ladder!
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
Stormy sand dunes of foaming memories
A dryness palpitating the scorched heart
The thirst waiting in her eyelids, teardrops
An endless desert beckons towards agony
And a violent sun burns her bruised flesh
But to endure it, to suffer worse than death
Can make this mirage of life, meaningful
So that others can one day find its purpose.
-K
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
Today scorching hot,
Ants wearing siver spacesuits
traversing the dune
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
among the countless thugs
that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada successful employ
but only incensed and beckoned
like tasty morsel chronic unpleasant bait
to be pitted with words
always feeling like an outcast
(of poker flats) without a date
populating school memories
of loathsomeness and hate
serving as token punching bag
nearly the duration every year
of public school, which vicious name calling
assaults upon me psyche did wear
away negligible self confidence,
or internal rage that found instinct to veer
away from approaching fist,
which knuckle sandwich from tier
of hooligans gave no surcease
to knock this then introvert
on his head or scrawny rear
a lonely lad bereft of any buddy
to stand close as bona a fide genuine peer,
nothing but dark shadow
casting silhouette
per edge of night always near
one brazen dude named Lloyd Lavinsky
hovered ever near
especially during recess
at Audubon Elementary School
he did chase and lear
encouraging mob fiends
to join in an additionally mock and jeer
which unprintable epithets,
I can still faintly hear
in tandem with that native animal fear
that found this then
socially withdrawn second grader a targeted deer
caught in cross hairs of boys
who seemed like giants
and fierce some as a bear
clawing at a scared little boy
plus hurtful words thru the air
which cruel barbs hurled lent convenience
for me who stood stock still or crouched down
on ground intimating passivity
and inferiority brought grimace and frown
to those who mimicked flaws,
aside from being shriveled flower on lawn
included nasal twang
from submucous cleft palate
defect that did spawn
speech impediment and obvious magnet
for brutal beast
to relish, savor and feast
hoping to bring me to tears at the least
knowing this human docile scared dog
would not fight back
fearing he might get beat
to a ****** pulp for justifiably flack
even my late mother also told me
to give brats a “what for”
with two ****** pack
that triceratops nasty gang
bulging biceps they did pack
who to this very day I bristle to smack
with an ole mighty whack
as if strength within transferred
to computer Goliath body guard
manufactured by Univac.
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postscript:
although just a infinitesimal dot
moxie this mortal doth got
in the cosmic skein since big bang hot
test event since white bread -
gives m t calories a lot
soak up syrup from chicken soup
from sterling gold chamber ***
strongly suggested by a tweeting scott.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
White-bodied black bird raven like creatures that sit everywhere and obnoxiously yell to each other from the wilderness we live inside.
Wet birds. Soaking in mod colors affixed to the numbers the looms set in the torn threads of an old tank top named with the characters of Dune.
And in sweetly moving breaths of air the peaks pull through this range of mountains seen from our back deck.
Friends, join us as we balk putting away cardboard boxes as not to put a hinderence on the relationships with our neighbors and instead traverse the moose-trails the tourists stop and crop their lenses at- only to make to Brouhlim's.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
The sound of the sea behind us
the sand dune protected us
from a slight evening breeze
some Arab guy was playing a guitar
up at base camp
laughter from others
singing on the wind carried
and Miriam said
you want to make out Benny?
here?
I said
sure why not?
she said
won't they miss us?
I said
they wouldn't miss the moon
they're so ****** on
the Arab wine junk
they've been passing around
in that big jar thing
Miriam said
we were close in the sand dune
clumps of grass
and sand warm
my hand on her thigh
other hand about her neck
is it safe?
I said
safe for what?
she said
I haven't got no pox
have you?
no just wondering about
in case you know?
I said
got the pill
no worries there
now kiss me
she said
so I did
lips to lips kind of thing
her hand unzipping my jeans
her other hand around me
want to?
she said
the guitar was still being plucked
voices still sang
laughter on the wind
she had my pecker
between fingers and thumb
and talking to it
I was seeing the moon
over her shoulder
stars blinking
come on come
she said
then someone fired
a rifle in the air
silence followed
then chatter
we were well away
so it didn't matter.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC