Our eyes met through the station’s crowded fray,
In seconds, passed between us what could be,
In that fleet moment, I was carried away.
In eyes of jade, I a promise of love did see,
Weeks, months, and years of companioned bliss –
In seconds, passed between us what could be,
Hand in hand, an impassioned kiss,
The idyll in flesh, the dream made real,
Weeks, months, and years of companioned bliss.
Thus, unspoken vows our hearts did seal –
I and the nameless woman on the train –
The idyll in flesh, the dream made real.
Together we through all joys and pain,
Until we bid unvoiced good-byes,
I and the nameless woman on the train.
The quotidian tragedy – love’s born and dies…
Our eyes met through the station’s crowded fray
Until we bid unvoiced good-byes,
In that fleet moment, I was carried away.
For many years now
alongside me
an innominate presence
has companioned my steps.
It first came to me
unexpectedly.
Did l unknowingly call to it,
invite it into my mind?
Now I would not escape it
for a single moment.
It is not the epitome of Right
or a truth seeking angel.
It is that being
that saved me
from your wrong opinions,
your self-delusions,
the lies you tell to yourself,
and it guards now
only my own cant, humbug
and say-so.
Ashe is a punny name for a
Bandit and Aristocratic girl
I've never seen white blankets of winter stupor,but her hair is as white as snow
Gold-accents and speck of southern rich
The anxiety of teasing dynamite like grill sizzles hiss during a hot summer's day
Bold eyes with depth of color
independent heart-seeked brushed
All within a tempered-sodden lip
And the companioned bowler-hatted butler who like
any other gray canine attracts mechanical affection
Had I but ears to hear and see-I'd say
The submsissive click,click,click of a rebellious gunslinger
Blap of stray unerring pellets
Bombardment of red-candle top- adrenalined
ring,ring,ring
An opera of menace
And the animated vocal squall
-'Bob,do something!'
There were days left over;
this fantastic architecture,
days of a planet too young to be seen,
at man’s eyes.
wanders companioned,
weary youth,
reflects on, with curious eyes path,
feel the last evening’s silent branches breath;
too few:
one step back Adam.
Integrate the least,
lest:
last tomorrow:
Atlantean ship’s return, dark outland’s call,
in men’s dreams only, to cold steam rising fall,
on green magic’s mist want,
only to find
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Capricious sun, perhaps he's napping
Deliberately he comes and goes,
with wily ways, I know so well
Sometimes he stays an hour more,
but then, we know his temper's short,
to leave me here, alone to brood
and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night,
until my knuckles bleed
But, cannot summon him to rush
He takes his time, as if a game,
then blushes cheeks, again
This is the wait, caught in between…
the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, expects applause
to come with early sun
We blink an eye…and watch him leave
with bright red shoes, and a hat of gold
He'll wave goodbye, and sink right in
the curved rim of the world
And when the final curtain draws,
there's a sigh behind the hills
And all is still....
Companioned by the crescent moon,
who, I will welcome in
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Submitted for "Saving Daylight" contest: sponsored by John Lawless
2/15/15
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Oh, capricious sunlight!…. His naps exceed his wiles
Deliberately he comes and goes
Leaving me bereft, and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night until my knuckles bleed
But I can not summon the sun to hurry up another day
He takes his time, as if it is all a game
This is the wait, …between the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, ignoring once again the earth’s applause and admiring eyes
In one blink of an eye…we watched him leave
Wearing red shoes, and colorful hat woven through with gold
He gets lost below the curved rim of the world
And when the curtain is closed, we hear a sigh behind the hills
And all is still,
Companioned by a dark serenity
And I must welcome darkness as my friend
Long doors of dark have closed upon the day
And though the wind will batter till the knuckles bleed
It cannot presume to summon morning dawn
Or lift relentless bars, to welcome sun
The light is pillowed deep in slumber’s grip
Do not disturb is hung upon the knob
Unwelcoming, while daybreak still is sleeping
And earth takes respite from the busy day
And dreaming stars are breathing silent sighs
Whisper softly, tiptoe gently
Take care, thus not break the spell
You cannot speed, the night must sleep
The clock ticks on, and patience is the friend
Withhold the futile beating hand
Grow wise in silence and keep the peace
So when the dawn comes by to let you in
Much brighter still, it comes to greet
A welcome mat beneath your feet
Unlocked and free to enter as you please
Companioned by a warm serenity
There sits the dreamer
Isn’t he a fool
As he perches upon the balcony rail
And stares into the black oblivion
Companioned with a soulful lyre
Whose notes when strummed cause the stars to cry
The half moon rising with a rusty glow
Shading half of the old mans face
Sitting strumming
Envy the man
Who dares to dream.
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.
Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.
The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.
The poet's voice, a lonely flute
From the grotto of orphaned dreams,
And Sorrow the arms which wrap him
'Til e'en they grow frail, and falter,
Thus failing, cast him down-
A writhing soul unblest
By fair Sleep's last kiss...
His word, a sword
And princely thing!
His power firm, and curse-
For his the alighting of Heaven's sighs
Or a phrase to stymie giants...
Tho his thousand sonnets tribute Roses,
Nary a one will bed him-
For his the rage of the seeking Winds
Which howl through gardened graves,
A midnight dance of madness
By angels peopled and tears companioned...
Thus, then, he lives,
As touching the Dark,
And then the Dark awakens...
I entered the forest
unsure of how i got there
one step within,
I found it useless to try to escape-
to find my way out
I had little memory
only leaves, tree trunks,
the earth perpetually shaded
from the light of God
there were voices
animal noises-
I could not determine
from which direction they came
the buzz of insects
a mildly threatening cacophany
underfoot were leaves, small branches,
other indecypherable forms
of small death
I was alone
I was lost
and I knew not how I'd gotten here
Didn't I once walk the bright streets
of a mighty city?
Hadn't I once traveled on paved roads,
companioned by other travelers?
was there once a destination for me?
how had I become lost in this dark, dank,
forest of fear?
oceans, beaches, tall buildings,
blue skies, friendly smiles-
were these demented dreams?
which is real?
which is sanity?
why can't I distinguish them any more?
(continued on part 2)
I can’t recall this never existing
Pallid cold corridors so colorless
I have traversed over and over
In endless searching…
Stepping over putridity
Awash in isolations laughter
Walking beside my companioned wall
Instinctively impelled forward…
Wresting aspiration from bony digits
Using fast my sheltered strength
Against corpses mounting waves
Encroaching upon bricked doorways…
Within this sallow incessant labyrinth
Sinking within this quickening of blood
My sight grows narrower with each pulse
With heavy footfalls my eyes endeavor…
A shifting miasma of reverie and vision
Mirrored upon stainless sterile steel doors
In a moment of clarity I behold my senses
Iced revelry of unyielding standing strength…
No opening…
Vanishing…
Itinerant…
Intelligence and continuity…
Sly and cunning dangerously so,
Experienced and seasoned…
A veteran of many lives not so helpless,
Focused and warmly passionate…
A romantic undeniably cool,
Temperamental and justly powerful,
Richly heralded yet still feared,
Precisioned and calculated…
Darkly unorthodox and unreadable,
Hated and despised sought after by many…
Never sighted or caught though never hiding,
Untalented artistry and plain creative works…
Lucidly abstract and hauntingly subliminal,
Beheld handsome and perfectly made…
Un-noticed and never revered,
Companioned and gathered by many friends…
Alone in solitude an unheard dark,
Talked about and rumored of…
Carelessly shaken but filling with disdain,
Taken aback by this vision perfection…
Transparent glass dirtied by cleansing,
Strong and prideful undyingly mortal…
Still, he was but a man.
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