look my friend tonight isn’t for the faint
of heart
can’t you see the traffic lights wearily squinting
through the fog
what shall I say to you now when I just want to
see some beauty
but all around is just the aftereffects
of a wasted life
the alley is open if you want to walk down it
Or not whatever
your call
i would urge you not to look down now though
the river runs red tonight
Tag: poem
Waves Crash Against that Great Rock
Down the stairs and up the red line
across the universe the music climbs
spirals of thoughts and a kaleidoscope
of lies
what now do you whisper in my ear
what now do you dangle before me
it’s deceitful and manipulative
you know it i know it
cease and desist
or else i shall come and be forced
to spin a new tale yet an old one too
one you’ve heard far too many times yet
you still refuse to believe it true
what shall i say my friend?
i love you yet i turn my face away
i weary of resting my eyes upon
lesser stories
i sorrow over beholding
thinner glories
why do i persist in delighting
in the manufactured
when the real thing is glimmering
in the corner of my eye
oh little child
keep yourself from idols
Longing
See how her feet traverse these
age-worn stone steps
and nimble dance from side to side
ocean sparkling in greyish green delight
and then you see the rocky cliffs
above you rise
of course her scarf blows in the wind
hear her voice singing that hymn
see the path ascend towards
the distant summit
do you see the flowers growing?
The Silent Years
sun beats down without mercy
oh for a glass of water
or at least a leaf tumbling down
a promise of what is to come
would do enough for me now
autumn walks and
a scarf snugged tight
a half poem written
power lines stretching past
tall brick buildings
and branches bare silhouetted
against the twilight sky
Twenty Four
Heralds of Heaven – heed my Cry!
I sit down at the end of the row
bowing patiently before
storm approaching
stars bemoaning
all the raveling
these times are suffering
for the pattern groans
the lines deepen
upon her brow how long
oh lord how long
the corn’s a tasseling
lift up your heads
and keep the oil at the brim
not long now
will you sing with me oh stars
will you cry the chorus
the answer comes back cold at first
then clear as heaven’s night
we will sing yes we will sing
no one will be able to stay silent
the everlasting gates fly open
some will wail and some will shout
we the old ones tell this story
yes we will sing when comes
the king of glory
Alleluia Amen
Honeycomb
the forest meadow calls to me
in all its sweet wildness
in all its raw simplicity
so i heed the summons
let’s dance amidst the butterflies
let’s soak up the last of summer’s sun
perhaps you hear the thunder roll
and wonder at the storm resplendent
but please my love don’t tremble
i’ll do my best to keep you warm
we sit on a log at the end of years
fingers interlaced we talk of this and that
perhaps you’ll turn to me and smile
rain on canopy above goes rat-tat-tat
today you’re soaked in autumn’s tears
tomorrow perhaps you’ll turn to me and laugh
Lighthouse
Attend to that light upon the horizon, my friend or else-
you know the tales of course
crashing upon rocks and cries of the doomed
fire below and fire above
and on high the keening wail of angels
so what say you so what?
Attend to that light is all I ask
Trust the keeper and keep a firm hand
Dawn comes but not for all
Attend my friend, attend.
Potter’s Wheel
morning light is sometimes like water trickling down the side of the brick
not quite enough to make a difference
yet beautiful in the way it teases the solidity of the earth
and there is a hello goodbye quality to it if you understand
nighttime stillness broken with the mumble of a tired greeting
spoken by the girl in her bright red hoodie
eyes spark in recognition of the immortal soul that passes
and drip drip drip falls the light from heaven
upon my upturned face and i drink it up
Hourglass
One strives for the sublime and hopes dearly
it is not only a dream or a mirage
perhaps the feelings stirred mean nothing
of what is real and what is not
a strong possibility one may say
especially considering the heart is fickle
in all things
yet does this mean that there is no solidity
on this rock on which i stand
the faint wistfulness i feel now
at the aroma of fresh-fallen rain
do i dream of the seaside for no purpose?
or is it true that the earth turns
in service
and that the stars sing in harmony
a truer song than i can yet fully understand
i tilt my head upwards and look and whisper praises
and shiver at the touch of autumn’s kiss
of course my dear one of course
now i know what true love is
Eighteen Summers
condensation on the glass
smoke swirls up from the candle
and music hums in the air
and in this moment of all moments
my yearning grapples with my pain
and i shake in silent angst
droplets upon the page
nervous wipe them
before it stains
never mind just my tears
let them forever testify
to what i have felt this day
