'Twas once the bicycle of life,
started down a cheerful lane,
past daisies beneath the sun,
when Mary waved at me again,
just as my bike hit a bump,
And I flew end-over-end,
landing hard upon my head - thump!
Oh bicycle of life, my friend,
why me - to the afterlife you send?
Is having something that can never be met,
That absolute routine of life,
the year to year grind.
The one that causes the loop to be infinite,
work to be done…
to be begun
Begin
…and repeated by none?
infinite loops normally cause
entire systems to become
Destructive and dangerous
corrupt, cruel n cold…
instructions spin from spool to spool
to the next infinity
until it is either is stopped
Or interrupted
code that keeps running
forever terminating
Repetition without end
Day in day out end over end
Picking up the date in another few hours
having someone that can never be met,
That absolute routine your afterlife
the year in to year out grind, sublime.
Something or one that causes
the loop to be infinite, indefinite…
work to be done, won, spun,
to be begun
Begin
…and repeated by none.
I dream into tomorrow….
Because I can not see yesterday
I lie awake ponder forever
I see all that was and will be
If creation decrees
I dream into tomorrow
because I can’t see beyond my tragedies
I stand and watch the car drive away
With it goes tomorrows aspirations
A smile echoes in my aftermath
I turn to watch the photo fall
End over end like stills stuck in a projector
Imagery shatters, tumbling frame and all
I sweep the shards of the broken glass
I have ruined the families memories
I slump to my knees with a sigh
I trace the sharp edges
I feel the need to cut way my decay
With shards, I have found in my yesterday
I dream into tomorrow….
Because I can not see yesterday
I still here pondering, still
I see all that was and will be
as creation decrees
I dream of tomorrow
because I can’t see beyond my tragedies
I dream only of the coming rain
Because the sunshine of yesterday has faded all away.
Rule of law
Burning under the sun
A smoking barrel of a Gun.
In the Shadow of her son,
The eclipse in full halo of fury’s gold,
Crimson n gold empirical light from stars
Fall from windows
lie sharply across thy Face.
Death does stills thy breath!
Taste the forbidden Spice...
Sins lie near the surface.
Life drains from under the Gun.
Bakes and burns under the Sun!
Explosions destroys this reality...
Down fall's the petals, spins the shells.
One by one... heliograph in the stark light
End over end... the red blurs,
petals of a rare rose fall
Down, Down into a spin,
Glass Shatters...
Fragmented like stars
Sparkle glitter and shimmers.
The air pauses,
Thoughts retract...
The stars brittle light
Burning...
Flare white hot...
Under the sun
A smoking Gun...
Burning the bitter sweet empirical spice.
A cardboard box tumbles
Down the dark and empty street.
Cold gray houses stand watch,
No life within, their voices stilled,
Their wide eyes vacant.
On the porches furniture shrouds
Flap and tear in the bitter wind.
Dry leaves swirl and whisper.
Do these sentinels remember?
Do they see a different time?
Surely they are waiting
For the children’s laughter,
The banging screen door,
The clatter of skateboards,
People calling from the street?
Do they long for summer -
Sweet, salty air blowing
Through their open doors,
The smell of beach roses,
The squeaking of a porch swing?
Do they recall a warmth of sun
Soaking into their brittle,
Cold, arthritic bones?
For now, though, they stand waiting,
Staring down the empty street,
Watching the cardboard box
Tumbling end over end
Along the dusty road,
Watching the dry leaves swirl
And spin into small tornadoes,
Watching for summer.
There is quick snap to February's wind
tossing the limbs end over end.
Little buds cling on tight, waiting for the
sun's warmth to remove winter's bite.
Leaves are scattered here and there, but
the gates of the park are open everywhere.
Children laughing and playing still, they pay
no notice that spring has yet to make it here.
The smell of coffee brewing is in the air, warm
mittens & scarfs in cheerful colors, stand
out everywhere. February's sky filled with grey
leaves not a person in the park in disarray.
The Faller
He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop.
Seconds pass.
The man jumps!
Nothing stops his fall.
Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks.
End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below,
his body a bloody broken mass.
Why did he jump?
Suicide?
No.
Because he enjoys it.
He's the faller.
This jump is his 318th off this mountain.
Broken limbs, pulped body, severed head, fatal injuries and death
are an occupational hazard.
It's ok.
The destructive injuries vanish after 30 minutes and
the faller is as fit as a butcher’s dog
and mad as a psychopath to jump again.
Witness a freak: the faller.
Drenching louder hunger with an answer to care, you know a senseless prayer.
Tell them to mind it, this, curious as murder with another more vengeful purpose.
How then taken away could I exist?
Never should I know, blindly convinced that an answer without guilt sits guarded.
Drenched and proud, bless this blasphemous pen..until the ink runs end over end.
Tell them to find sin, this, furious and cornered with another for vengeful purpose.
Drenching louder hunger with an answer to care, you know a senseless prayer.
Tell them to mind it, this, curious as murder with another more vengeful purpose.
How then taken away could I exist?
Never should I know, blindly convinced that an answer without guilt sits guarded.
Drenched and proud, bless this blasphemous pen..until the ink runs end over end.
Tell them to find sin, this, furious and cornered with another for vengeful purpose.
Golden hair shining in the breeze,
you-- strapped into the boat’s chair.
Feet braced, your mouth wide
and eyes lit up like an angel.
You are pulling the rod with
all your might, as the fish rises
into the sunlight, it glistens.
Turning end over end it gains
slack needed to throw the hook.
It rises once again into a mighty
leap over the stern where you sit.
With a sigh of relief, you know
you will always remember,
that salute as your trophy.
Freedom
The world is spinning upside down
Take your beliefs
And toss them outside the window
Let your hair flow free
Raise your hands and shout
It's another day and we're runnin'
Livin' life on the edge
High on life and high on speed
We're a trailblazing people
Take a breath
Can you feel it?
Everything is going black and white
The lights are flashing
Reality is bouncing before your eyes
Let your muscles tense
Everything is going end over end
Livin' life on the edge
High on life and high on speed
We're a path creating people
Take a breath
Can you smell it?
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Feel the wind in your hair
The caress of the wild side
It's quite beautiful
But not as beautiful
As the freedom we allow ourselves
Take a chance, take a swing
Can't get a grand slam without trying
And take a deep breath
We're going again
The world is spinning upside down
The lights are flashing
So toss them outside the window
Let your muscles tense
Raise your hands and shout
Livin' life on the edge
High on life and high on speed
We're a path creating people
Take a breath
Can you go again?
the Nulla Nulla passed
in a delicate arch
this was the final throw
no prey or hunters fate awaits
at journeys end
end over end
as the battles before
or terrors that lay behind
fell away,
the Nulla Nulla
becomes one
with mother
again
as this warrior is beaten
with the dust of time,
and wearing
his shroud of birth
tribute is paid and offered
in a thousand thanks to Gaia
as a billion
points of sand
burn his feet
he relishes
his last walkabout,
merging into
a shimmering mirage
within the dreamtime,
the serpent
writhes in joyous welcome,
at his homecoming
Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~
Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing…
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?
As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~
Blown up against a Willow
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall
Cool drops kiss my cheek
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~
Confusion sets in
Along with it the sense of vertigo and spinning wheels
Tumbling end over end and from side to side
Slipping through the cracks in the floor
I’m lost again
Forgotten all over again
Unforgiven one last time
And still the church bells ring out to echo the tale of my soul
With its sweet ballad of woe
And crying eyes and flushed cheeks
Petals flakes falling softly to the ground
Crushed beneath feet and booted heels and crooked canes
But my heavy eyes and slumping shoulders burdened so
By this weight upon them both
Throws down the gauntlet of dreariness deep
“God help me now . . .”
And no there is no answer for one so wicked as I
No answer at all for I deserve none don’t you think?
“Well to hell with you God!”
My head sags to my chest and my eyes close
The lids so heavy
I feel the sense of gravity on my face
And still there is no answer
“Who needs you anyway, you never answer . . .”
No,
No flower petals . . .
. . . . either
When angels speak of love
Voices echo but no sound
Comes forth from lips for
They never part
Just the pulsating drums
Rhythmically entrancing
Tis’ the beat of my lover
Her heart’s essence flowing
Eyes closed yet bodies
Knowing real love at first
Sight my life finally has
Purpose to invent poetic
Verses speak only of Jaimee’s
Curses eyes capture my soul
I’m left helpless falling without
End over end and over again
When angels speak of love
You never speak
You just live…
It is the sound of descending snowflakes
Stumbling end over end, lightly so
It is the rhythm of the air
Breathing softly through sienna coloured hair
If you listen carefully without a breath
You may hear it within the echoes across the waters
Of the haunting melodies of the loons
As they sing of their fragile dreams
If you cup your hands together, you might feel it
In the lightness of air between your fingertips
And soft as the brushing of new-born feathers across your skin
Unbreakable, and yet as supple as teardrops mingled with a kiss
It can be seen in fleeting glimpses
Within the calm reflections over mirrored waters
In the lone brief moment of dawn
When the first rays of light wink to kiss the surface
If you desire it can be tasted
In those foremost kisses of warm summer rains
In the tantalising caresses of mist whispering over you body
As you lie within the sultry breath of moonlight
It is the scent in the air
Of serenity drifting across the leaves of grass
It is the essence that lingers
So long after the first kiss
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