I've been over the rainbow
and danced with eagles
when the storms below raged
where i walked in forbidden dreams
placed teasing kisses upon stars
where others have left their wishes
have denied life its trivialities
defied its insurmountable
capitulated to the trailing winds
upon sails unfurled
and sought no harbor
while yearning for distant shores
preferring at times moonless nights
lest they deny me calling constellations
while others witnessed madness
i bathed in the love of God
Oregon 9/19/26
the moon commences its' illusion
it rides the crest fully
survivor of Roche's Limit
survivor of human prediction
filling the night with shadow
my early morning walks
the light in the distance
calls thru canopied jungle path
the setting moon
stepping on the soft white beach
where a silver highway plays
in the rippling water, i am
the human past who long ago
beheld such a sight
without the shaman's cheap trick
nor the cold touch of science
have accepted the moon just is
beautiful to behold
we let each other be
we are one and the same
dancing thru the universe
and when this is no more
we will be lip to lip
i do not know what God is
and have no such need
yet whatever it is
it is magnificent
heaven lives to die
and in that death
life finds itself again
my wishes, mere mortal longing
that so might i
even Rimbaud capitulated
the reprobates fear of reprobation
and i have but one question
before the empyreal throne
is there in heaven, a moon
Norma's roof Santa Cruz 95
There was peace in the mirrors,
Reflections of joy from within,
Motivation lifting me above endless fields,
The long road felt shorter and even,
Dreams dancing to the beat of discipline,
The grasslands were still ever green.
Years passed by on tiptoes,
Feeding on time I thought I owned,
Hair has turned grey by broken time,
Suddenly motivation went quiet,
Only the sound of silence was so clear,
Now I hear what I fear,
The sound of tomorrow cracking
like a thirsty land.
Procrastination painted escape
doors so near,
Comfort stole the time and dreams
grew unclear,
Depression became so familiar,
Every wasted second was irretrievable,
I capitulated and drowned in my nightmares,
The flames of tomorrow were doused,
The tunnels and channels were dimmed,
The grasslands have faded to grey.
Eyes crystallize with meandering tears,
Hope breathing beneath the dust of my fears,
Insomnia dining on my thoughts for years,
Dancing with questions that refuse to sleep,
Empty hours counted every failure,
Night repeats wasted time like a prayer,
Even when summer passes by,
The grasslands are still grey.
They said the dreams carried messages of you,
They said I should no longer wait,
that I should hurry to your bedside.
Though they wished to soften the truth,
everything stood bare before me —
Death had already wrapped itself around you.
I accepted the pain as your steps drifted from mine,
I accepted the fading of your scent
as it was carried away by a grieving wind.
I breathed it in and believed,
I prepared myself to release you,
even though releasing you was not easy.
But I had already accepted it —
Illness had long been wrestling you,
harvesting the remains of your strength.
To me, it was a storm of torment;
to you, it was the rest you longed for,
the loosening of pain that held you captive,
pain that narrated your suffering.
Seeing you at peace, I capitulated and
accepted too.
You have gone — do not worry.
I will keep our little ones safe,
I will raise them, protect them.
Do not worry — we accepted it together.
Your path is the path that awaits us all.
Rest now,
for I have accepted.
Goliath was a big threat to Israel
A giant with intimidating records
Of military prowess which turned Israelite soldiers
To a bunch of faithless cowards
And to an army of lily livered derelicts
As they capitulated in fear
And let the sleeping dog lie
While Goliath had his fill
Threatening God’s own army
But it took a lively faith and just a stone
To bring the mountain of a giant
Crashing to a disgraceful end
As David used faith as heavenly currency
To purchase heavenly grace
And brought the boastful philistine
To a dismal end
Are you faced with any life’s challenges?
Look back with faith on God’s track record in your life
And be filled with amazing strength and power
To overcome all Goliaths threatening your very existence
Was I blind...
Or had I willful blindness?
I was surely not ignorant,
Neither was I acquainted.
Heart was in gale,
Mind did acquiesce.
I was always a coward,
Who never confronted.
I saw those flags,
Brightest and limpid.
Red in qualms,
Redder in distrust,
Reddest in name callings,
You were my dear,
DOMINEERING IN EVERYTHING.
You were preeminent,
That is why I capitulated.
But that was show,
I never calculated.
Yes I did a mistake,
Yes I am admitting,
You tought me a lot,
a lot destructing,
I am now back,
See here my dear,
Here is my audacity.
the moon commences its' illusion
it rides the crest fully
survivor of Roche's Limit
survivor of human prediction
filling the night with shadow
my early morning walks
the light in the distance
calls thru canopied jungle path
the setting moon
stepping on the soft white beach
where a silver highway plays
in the rippling water, i am
the human past who long ago
beheld such a sight
without the shaman's cheap trick
nor the cold touch of science
have accepted the moon just is
beautiful to behold
we let each other be
we are one and the same
dancing thru the universe
and when this is no more
we will be lip to lip
i do not know what God is
and have no such need
yet whatever it is
it is magnificent
the heavens live to die
and in that death
life finds itself again
my wishes, mere mortal longing
that so might i
even Rimbaud capitulated
the reprobates' fear of reprobation
and i have but one question
before the empyreal throne
is there in heaven, a moon
Norma's roof Santa Cruz 95
What began as an ordinary day
took an unexpected turn for the better
with the delivery of a large bouquet
Attached to the bouquet was a letter
its contents at present unknown
but she hoped it wouldn't upset her
Perhaps the letter was meant to atone?
she really hoped that was the case
his behaviour she did not condone
So shaking of hands and tense of face
she read the words upon the sheet
heart thumping and picking up pace....
Her happiness was now complete!
he had capitulated to her demands
and agreed to the new lounge suite
5 stanza
Terza rima
Written 30 July 2022
you knew the feeling of weakness,
the tremble of your famished body,
the restless mope of a spirit,
groveling tired thoughts.
but then. . .
you laid eyes upon him,
you discovered another weakness,
fustigated with heart palpitations,
insides nerved with desire,
languid with infatuation.
a predilection of the soul,
your heart unwavering with love,
for he who made your body weak
makes you drown in exuberance too.
heart and mind perplexed in reactions.
how can his mere presence,
make you aberrate from yourself?
stoked in oblivescence of yesterday,
he becomes your now, your today
and everyday - satiating every thought.
he overpowers your senses,
your feelings, your gullibility to believe,
you are capitulated to his being
as someone who carries your world,
you needed him, you prayed for him.
but you couldn't have him,
you could never touch him,
you could not dream of him,
yet you were candidly in love
with a man who was your
kryptonite.
there was a moment when
my smile broadened
and its radius found
joy in the distance
as the future became apparent.
there was a moment when
my smile dissolved
and its dissappearance wore
wounds of recollections
as a void became apparent.
there was a place where
my heart circulated warmth
and hope became a river over
which aspirations floated
as a life captured continuation.
there was a place where
my heart had drained
and vitality became an ideal over
which a fading mind mulled
as a life capitulated to a destiny.
there was a manner to how
my thoughts had succeeded
and pieces absorbed emotion while
recovery became probable
as a puzzle began to forge.
there was a manner to how
my thoughts had grieved
and lines drenched in confession while
silence became cries
as a piece began to forge.
I stroll a silvered landscape
where trees are silhouetted spears,
stabbing memories of days first walked with you . . .
ice traceries, firey strands of longing lace,
wrap the crumbling dream,
like brittle, curling tinsel from childhood holidays.
A burning stream of cold tumbles seaward,
dislodging jagged stones, desire and disgust;
wounding barren feet.
Backward . . .
I trace pink-tinged footprints
along the line of demarcation
where love once gamboled in innocence
before the moon capitulated
and collapsed into the sea.
Lovely she was, but she is no more.
Copyright August 3, 2018
Let's say we have capitulated
yes, let's say we have succumbed
to their whimsical naivété and inane wisdom
Let us assume that it is all phoney
that it is a bogus hoax-filled folklore
We shall now pretend that we have been beguiled by such marvelous
exercise of ludicrous folly
Such bombardment of contorted philosophy
But in our gullibility we shall yet ask
in sheepish inquisition and meek certainty
if this course so pitiably slandered be nothing but deceit,
why then does it stand conspicuously so therapeutic?
why has it made men
who traversed through the impossible vortex of
reality's odd challenges?
why has it given Invigoration with hope
the haggard Destitute?
Why has it restored green to those fallen human twigs
Why has it steadied nerves and halted addictions?
Why has it healed the sick and made disappear tumults?
Why has it prognosticated that which we now perceive
Does nothingness do that
Does nothingness tender an insight so revealing,
So infinite.
Does nothingness and baseless belief
deliver from the vague labyrinth of man's ordination
if these be true
Who then doubt's the veracity
Why then disprove religion
ESTIMATING NINE MONTHS FROM ESKIMO KISSES
TUNDRA tunics
tendered,
holding hot
homeothermic
sentient swaddling,
stirred with
warm waves of
cocoa cresting charm,
bathed in barometric
swoon.
sweetheart neckline
netted nefariously
close -
charm capitulated.
frowns forever forlorn,
as aromatics allure —
cologne colonization,
fever-pitch
of friendship,
not so subtly
sensuous —
harbored hashtag,
blue breath
below freezing —
frenetic, freeing
OF ovulating applause.
12/4/2017
The illicit flames of cajole will wane like an impetuous act of wind.
Annul with impervious aplomb
Waxing perspicacious avenues
Clearing the nebulous
The schism extricate judicious clarity
Vicarious envoy
Omnious stance
Intrinsic string of which I now belong accrues each dawn
Tenable apotheosis oracular
Aberrant paths engage in the light as the nocturnal recividist abated
The diaphanous window capitulated to alloy
Congential precedence gives prerogative by inveterate enigma
Tangible motif clings
Precarious simplicity carry ubiquitous propensity
Equanimity and audacity interchange
Swrod for Sword
Faux Pas to be no more
Impeccable prowess on inimitable wings
To be cognizant is to see
Rendezvous at the fete
Its adjacent to everything
Magnanimous in all things
Taciturn to the ludicrous
Anithetical of perdition
Verbatim by the imbued
Repertoire 9f the genesis
By Christy Teas
RECCE
Blow me away.
Take me within the storm
Embrace me let me know that you are the stronger one.
Let me know God is to fear
This is his world.
Wind is of a greater source.
I hear the canopy over the hammock switching in and out.
The tables turn upside down as the windows shattered loud.
A windstorm came without rain and the peace became disturbed.
Fearing the wrath of a greater source, we sought shelter.
This is God’s world.
Wind is omnipotent.
As nature begins to calm itself, the wind capitulated.
Bringing fresh air and a nice environment, we begin to investigate.
Reconnaissance discovered all is well.
The stability was felt.
Our findings are that God cares.
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Scribe August 26, 2015!
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