Tomorrow we have all the good reasons to wake. The earth’s column down the sky will stay high!
The same old first light will break out, unveiling once more the face of earth. Log on now it’s present, don’t let it vanish away!
Many a time rallies of clouds shroud the blue sky. There is no need for anyone then just to turn away.
The stars too illume the sky with dim lights. Maybe the chaste moon then comes out swimming low in the orb of the night. So the sun, too, for a while goes off into the hide. Only to show up soon and align above the earth’s column.
Atop a blooming new dawn with the rose facing the sun aligning to it’s shining polished line passes through the present time. So don’t just let it slip away!
In the pale beyond the moon fossilized predators bay, while stone footprints lead us nowhere. We slide across meridians, masked as silent shadows, some run with wolves and sometimes vanish others are mummified soon after they're born. Lost souls, stray cats, fleas on the backs of ubiquitous rats, we flail ourselves with twisted hangers sounding discordant notes.
Tattooed our blood rituals finalized we peel ourselves from the edge living knife sharp against the violence always flaring. Beat up junk, reeking of smoke the cruelty of it all and yet we reveal nothing,
Lionesque leaders stalk jabbing their claws, partaking in torture, now we are random prey; no tower of control or greetings are chorused, as we move alone or in pairs conversing only in signs and signals. We align our sites on the bullet's trajectory, superimposing ourselves on our enemy's vision, Like demons spreading disease and infection we fight until we die, or defiantly dance in the bloodlust of future freedom.
Idols turned clay, the universe erupting what do we make of it all?
Nullified regions under siege and still they fight, don't they know that we're all dying?
Solvent and solution Kept assuaged for so long Treading in the selfishness of my subconscious state Of barely traceable memories, spurred on by the gravity of time spent At the briefest hint at past involvement
Each leaf falls, eventually. Every pristine little well formed tended to. Each nurtured, cared for, parcel or idea.
I can watch them for hours Watching them fall, one by one, for hours. When days start to bleed together, out of the corner of my eye, I can always see them, marking progression. Collecting in drifts, then, taken by the wind, then The rot sets in.
I used to watch this.
I used to find time.
The roof cast me in its shadow, even standing along the banister that runs along the length
Even as the final rays of sun start to vanish one at a time
There are nights when the incandescence is blinding; I feel I could vanish: go back to a room. I take to the streets under the isolated moon and stare at your wedding ring, the lapis too blue to be truly serene. More a sunken schooner miles from sentience, lost and forgotten alone in the deep. I wear it on my right hand, and try to act as you would but bad habits die harder than fathers and men. Let me cry on the shoulder of this burnt out cigarette. I know it feels for me.
There are nights when the deafening din of the living pierces my eardrums with ceaseless repeat I rattle past South Poplar and silence the headlights, allow the landscape to sing, and carry my soul on ethereal wings towards a place that I can’t ever locate. I will not ever abandon the glimpse of candlelight dancing off a **** classical guitar to the tune of John Denver, blue mountains and sky where I've been trying to sing myself back to ever since. That's where he waits for me.
The infinite movement of the universe expanding. Time, the guiding phoenix. Is it circular? Is it linear ? Why is time endless but yet can vanish in an instance ? Time, you hurry me with your impatience. Why do we waste you time without caution in mind. Will I continue to live once my time runs out? Am I living right now? Give me more Time.
i quietly hope after years of despair, that one night the moon herself will bless me, will she come down from the celestial eternity, and take me in her cosmic arms, will she love me the way i love her, or will she vanish like the night's dream?
They say it's better to have loved and lost Then to never have loved at all But sometimes I do wonder as I watch you crumble and fall To see you vanish before me and not able to do a thing I feel little pockets of madness starting to creep in To terrified to look to far ahead Life without you fills me with dread So I deal with life one day at a time Feeling my way through as if I am blind But to NEVER know what it is to love Really would be sad And what we had was unconditional love And to have experienced that I'm truly glad So it is better to have loved and lost Then never to have loved at all Even if that means that everyday I have to watch you crumble and fall