The End

He franticly scribbles hieroglyphics on walls attempting to unravel the colors in his head.

She’s anxiously digging for her treasure eluding her eyes, alone.

                                                                                                                                               

(Their forked paths stretch endlessly waiting to mend again.) 

The Five Seasons

1.  Spring

The unexpected veers into your side when paths cross,

the flowers were blooming with the extended arm

of the Sun.

The choice to take a day away from mountains brings new,

the city quailing with life and strife absently

for the night.

The decision to step together at night jumping into a cab,

the exhaustion, pumping, head resting on safe shoulders,

for the evening.

The kiss blanketed by blackness but igniting a surge of voices,

the motions of the body winding through time like a wheel,

for the morning.

Watching you sleep on my lap while the tv buzzed absently,

the slight kicks and jerks and the serenity of watching you rest,

for my life.

2. Summer

A young tree just blossoming with ripe fruit

from the Sun.

Hands clinging tightly guiding hopes drifting

different ways.

Feet tread through other worlds mouthing

absent strength.

New branches grow with time and memories

reaching high.

Plane parked in their minds shadowing the

feelings fearing.

Mounting rain and ominous clouds spark the

clear sky.

Assure the doubt with empty words and full minds

saying goodbye.

Wrapped tightly in the coat of warm experiences

like armor.

3. Autumn

Gusts rattle and cause the ripe fruit to fall fall fall

Safety nets leap out

Hope love future forever

Still it tumbles down down down

Parachutes of past inflate

Memories travels first kiss

Still it hits the ground and cracks and spills spills spills

Bandage with soothing hymns

Lasting longing living loving

Still rolling with the distance pushing away away away

Last thin silk line keeps it from leaving

Real love the one eternal

4. Fall

When the brisk Sun blows gales slicing and dicing shivers sliding up spines combined by the salty rain clouds clamoring and chattering about the places they’ve been when is it going to be enough to say hi I jog backwards hoping to find paths curling like tremendous waves.

                It’s ok to want solace from truth pumping heat into the veins.

                It’s ok to whimpering coolly rubbing cold parts of the bed.

                It’s ok to wander aimlessly through familiar streets seeking smiles.

                It’s ok to wait awhile to review the map to know which way to go.

                It’s ok to open your heart to the eyes that mean something.

                It’s ok to do a solo search of your soul.

When the dark blanket warps a cape of stars stealing comforting signs aligning them in her name to frame a fortune that stays untold leaving hints and rubbing rabbits’ tails so our conjunct doesn’t fold bold to keep eyes from falling to the shadows painting the grass at last breathing the virulent venomous wine lining my chest best to punch me in the jowl while I murmur eternal love or I won’t stop driving till I die or finally find where I’m meant to go.

               

5. Otherworld

Perched on the highest peak she contemplates the world,

cross-legged teetering on the edge bathed by a blue sky,

she’s held hands most of her life,

what’s it like to fly alone?

That golden orb burning brightly supplying energy,

Birds soar and cut but can never reach,

Buildings stretch from the ground but can’t get close,

Even mountains are mere ants to it,

It’s swallowed by the horizon allowing its brother to rise,

Crickets and wolves sing in praise,

While most of the animals escape to otherworlds,

It gleams a dull white and exists in the velvet sea

alone,

she’s watched it flourish for many nights,

wondering how the skiff stands strong,

its body never falters,

it forever orbits to give light through the dark,

when will she ignite someone’s life even through

blackness?

She listens to her heart whisper,

wondering, wishing, hoping,

her prince will wait,

till she finds herself.

 

The Love

I call upon you, oh wise priestess, with your lovely grace,

In case you’ve reflected on the issue of love, I’m your disgrace,

I’ve been sapped of that enchanting elixir you let us drink,

A sweet drug fogging the eyes and pulling my heart while I think,

Please whisper in my ear Diotima, so I can hear your godly chime,

I’m as alone as the moon wandering among stars, against their rhyme,

As Apollo’s reigns hoist the Sun down to Hades I lament that brisk breathe,

For it’s not a trifle but uncertainty which clashes like Zeus bolted death,

“You’ve quoted love, child, but let’s be clear,

love is no simple thing to hold, but easy to fear,

all wanderers’ dream of steering into such a beautiful place,

yet its Chance which makes those crossed paths face,

Love is an elusive fish swimming through life’s seas,

sometimes forced apart by unknown pleas,

you’ll question the forked road with no end in sight,

but you’ll never truly know it’s real without such plight,

So let the weavers design the yarn of your fate,

And hope the feeling flourishes before it’s too late.” 

The Choice

Pressure pounding mind

finding it hard to say

lips clasp farewell frantically

praying to midnight moons

salty tears tingling skin

when distance wins

conjunct tests weight

two full loads can carry

camel back acrid journey

still steps soothing sands

vast valleys vying odds

parallel pulse pushing

seeking their own grail

sailing sideways

dreaming discretely

glancing briefly

eternal grief

lasting belief

that something’s

always

there.

The Calm

My face lifts exhaustedly from the burning sand,

Eyes lingering idly at the palm trees rustling out of reach,

a tiny white light extends protruding from the surroundings

the sky yawns above spawning few clouds,

slowly a figure merges flickering with the heat like a mirage,

the waves massage my prone body,

her long blonde locks are revealed lounging off her petite shoulders,

pieces of wreckage sprawled out like crumbs,

her pure skin milky and a smile safe enough to hide under,

I’m transfixed at the lonely muse kneeling down to me,

She places her palm on my cheek,

Her lips taste like clean oceans,

she inflates my heart,

I can’t feel my legs,

She just cocks her head and grins,

I know I’m safe. 

The Storm

Bruise colored clouds extend like a claw from the east—

blinds slowly covering the sun.

Pecks softly play treble melodies on the rooftops and windowpanes—

watering everything to grow.

Gusts howl into the trees as leaves spin off like dandelions—

rushing away from their homes.

Claps and roars through the dense grey—

stirring the quiet ground.

Like a lid closing the pot darkens with sharp shadows sparking—

tears falling frantically.

Yellow knives stab downward without warning—

surging and igniting the night.

Curved streets fill with sky water creating menacing seas—

cars washing off with the tide.

Homes teeter with the ululating waves—

drifting sideways.

Sails extended from porches while Poseidon’s hand swipes them away—

altering their routes.

Most crash, splinters confetti the air, and are seeped into the thick river—

joining the homesick dead.

Only one takes the laming waves, pounding wind, and curt whirlpools—

not being chocked by the hands of time.

The I

I stare at the mirror to see who’s there

a tear in mind finds me seeking a new home

a drone thrown back aimlessly past last

missing cog slogging carelessly with slime

and grim and muck and dull the hull in the

ship was tore by a distance missile

pistol through the chest boom I’m dead

lying instead in bed mouthing names

jump over and nudge

and budge the door a little further so I can

take a peak at your crime

I’m merely a traveller in this play

but I’ll stay till the last audience leaves

those red drapes try to hide the scene

I mean to sit here in this empty place

in case you forget your keys

please let this moment end life

so at least I’ll recall what

it means to live again.

The Room

I can’t settle in this room.

Its paste walls scream her smell and smile.

She’s settled on my neck like a bruise itching with pain.

I hear her voice in other words.

I glanced out the window staring at her moon.

Even with the lights off she haunts me

a figment pixilated in the air

fireflies swarming in shape of stars.

I’ll let my hole remain empty

feeding it will be only a drug.

This room…it pesters me with doubt.

Pricking my back with sharp teeth.

Watching clocks trundle forward

never going back.

She’ll keep her distance in the sky

that North Star guiding wanderers

she doesn’t know if this room is the right place.

It leaks comfort.  It’s a chaining domicile.

How can it possibly contain her energy?

She loves it though

it stirs her and keeps her from feeling lonely.

It keeps calling to her as its spotlight bursts through the night.

She’ll cry without.  She’ll wish it was part of her.

Even a star has trouble seeing any truth

and only surrounded by that endless nothing

can she hear her own heartbeat.

I’ll stay here

rooted deep letting it grow

awaiting till her source lets it blossom again.

I have to believe in that unmovable form

cause’ it’s all we ever live for.

The Beloved

Tumbling waves curl as high as her window, splashing like an overfull wine glass.

Hour hands prick her elbows as she leans and watches from the inside,

How many times has she just stared at the moving reflection?

Beauty stares back at her but she doesn’t see it.

A tension grasps her throat and makes her choke

a salty scratching clawing through her head.     

She can create waves with a stroke of her wrist.  Why.

She washes down the outside, moon, sun, and stars rolling through like a Ferris wheel.

She hates rides.  Hate’s the wait.

She’ll glance at the green gems floating in the ocean below her.

Wailing cauldron of guile replaying “thens”

and smiles and comforts and musings and him. (sad)

Congo drums double beats sweating silently scared.

Only the sky sees her cry.  A sail with no wind.  She wants home.

(love)

Her tears fill the mounting waters biting her ankles.

Airplanes cross, other couples float on their skiffs, and

islands waning over the horizon seem too far to swim.

She doesn’t know how deep this ocean goes.

Fingering the cold spot in her bed.  Letting the headlights wipe the ceiling.

The motors humming all night have become her only friends.

A stone conscious stolid as a statue by a master,

she’ll store her pain to rebuild her mast, hoping to fill him again someday.

The Writer

The green eyed sky opens wide parting the grey mumbling clouds,

rays spray the damp field,

drums force his head into his palm,

sinking, sinking…

(croon something silently)

A jolting shiver rides his leg on hooves,

his knees weep and mourn the cold,

dearth warmth as slumber assails the eye,

pallid letters drip off his pages,

the dots deviate from his lines,

hallow words escape his teeth,

his heart dodders in the air,

feathers curl off its back as it ascends,

clashing, clashing…

(frightened shadows form)

He lunges forward grasping at its heels,

but the storm, the eye, the life, the fear,

barriers blocking his tips,

showers fall,

filling inside,

staring as the green eye swallows it whole.

Watching Rain

Pecks precious to life sliding and cutting into grass,

Rectangle’s polka dot the night with a warm orange glow,

Fast moving clouds hissing and wailing with a cool breeze,

Tingling toes fiddle between the air’s touch,

Trees spit water while they wave hello,

Manipulating stars to match wishes,

Light rumble of tires calling,

The grey sky bawling,

I’m stalling,

Trying to just think

of what to write next.

Ships Sail

Plank of wood shoved off lakeshore

Pouring rain in vain to help the sails slumber

Wonder thrice times for Hades to reach up and yank

The poor wretch weeping for a discarded tool

Foolishly praying for a companion when the seas hear

And fear Poseidon’s forked arm

Harm comes to those who thrive on others hands’

Plans to save them by dolphin back

Attack the foundation of wonder and angst

But the ululating waves wearily wedge you under sand

Grand weaved yarn alarmed the gods of your strife

You seek your wife but she’s yelling from afar

They can build bridges but you must walk

Yet it takes time to mend stone

So alone you stay away

Till that day.