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Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.
Do you recall that northern wind?
It came at first so swift
Perhaps our growing light enraged
Poor Hopelessness', her whims denied
Inspired shadows from retreat
Those having once left us in our light.
"There's hope for you!” her battle cries
“Forwards; towards the glowing night
Attack! The lion will not bite
I promise he will turn blind eyes
Go back! I will cover your eyes!”
“Follow storms winds descent
True path through forests dense
Enter hence.
Rip, tear, rent!
From low to high
Head to toes
Even to above
Where dark forest glows
Churn even these shades
Whites and grays
Yellows arrayed,
Where once were dulled
"My children do not stop there!"
She would say,
"You must inscribe them full
Lest unseen hopes, occupy as slivers
As pretending tones, they have been known to hide
Shimmers upon the edge of shades
We must leave them emptied, lost whims, denied
Their ways left as waste to ruins
Despairs do not relent with dooms
Leaving chance to sparks in time
Per chancing kindles from hearts that loom.”
“Descend, my raging opaque!
The dense itself engrave
Teach young love old lessons
That she may now know at such young age
The heart of this forest lessened.”
“Now go' my shadowed tails delight
Slice sharp paths without care
Cause those within their ears too bear
The roaring of fresh leaves…
Torn from their rightful place
Before the given time”
“Dying screams let them endure
Let them feel your shadows
….Purge!”
The cold so swift
We were so sure This was spring
........residues
Your body’s naked form, lovely
Dropping, encircling our flame
Dying breath
Woman’s instinct
Nurturing
Disregarding winds intent
Then came the rains' extinguishing
Saving coals
Your hands were warm
My feet were cold
I shiver at this memory.
…Rains cold intensity
The downpour overcoming
Me
I'm sorry I could not see
My circle enclosed circles now
Circling
I knew the dark complete
As our smoke heavenward arose
To late this pittance; ash offerings
Ashes on the ground
Then came the rivers rage
Cutting its path through the heart
Forever too leave
Forever leaving its mark
Upon our forest dark
Meandering on; its choosing path
And I with it beside; belonged
For a chosen time
My love again I say
For a chosen time
Do you understand?
I chose the time of days
My shame
Is there a possibility
found ground up homes posted
and supported keeping the world
just the way it is peace or pains
welcome on to the blizzard falls
I wish the mother of the past still knew
this man places the sword downward
sleep and sneak around blames words
shined lights and coming towards many
how does this best meet up with fictions
through crowded lands and empty spaces
They heard the call and angled them
focus power on extra hand neck and walks
best foundations affordable and classy
shade to blinding physical attractions
musical efforts shown me the truths
compare words written calm beast tail
might that afford solutions approaches
responsibilities plans and actions respected
personal effects and glamour the wise often
people grab at sticks before with loved ones
completely broken had to info hope and faith
chased the fortune willed much of deep ones
Letters to myself in poems and written pages
in handsome rhymes with my former youth
studies and crafts became clear pictures
thieves climb and grabbed the materials list
pact and past memories and drama seen
welcome into do or die solutions cloth longs
fighting and grappling expensive tastes from
hard work long lived more in stores divided
but with views in the dark, I become stronger
slept awakened the side of me posted up
balance the key ingredients made up visible
visited the dead through the lights of rooms
never needed you to cry but I'm chancing
sober power and affected your moods now
brought out of the shell I feel and jumped in
major moves here and there opening passion
special finished and feeling move our ways
short and skinny then big and fat now days
between money and creativity choose show
detox and streets glories moment of fatal
fast but slowed lowered doom apon many
soul and crime spirit and freedom touched
blessing of meeting up with team's champion
color black, white or brown eyes codes sound
major moves and watching the scenes too
environmental problem waste pro demo less
achieve this duty water his problems wetter
protect it care for it make this grand soaps
and best believe the shine people watched
soul of a changer brave is the pack of team
you know the true you man it's deep...
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things. ~ Hans Christian Anderson
In the aching of a silent tear,
Soaking through laughter’s voice,
Gentling the darkness, the fear,
With music who sings of our choice.
Rustling in the light, softly glowing,
Wonder beyond our imaginations,
With Him, there is a still knowing,
Breathing joy, the heart’s sensations.
In the hunger of a fervent yearning,
Risking, chancing, expressing…
Spirit’s prayer, the soul’s discerning,
Remembering the value of each blessing.
Dancing through the winds so faint,
Grace overflows the twilight dreams,
Wise like the moon who has no complaint,
As she fades with her soundless beams.
Flowing on the seas, lulling the memoirs,
In soft pastels like the rainbow’s cloak,
Ordinary things glistening like the stars,
As they kiss away the dread night can provoke.
Pearls of compassion smile into the wind,
Washing away the heavy scars of doubt,
Destined for moments His love designed,
Fated to shine with devotion and never burn-out.
It is actually love that makes my life worthwhile.
Love I can’t describe invites me to give freely.
Without love inside, nothing can make me smile.
It is the love I give away that motivates me – REALLY!
In His life, Jesus taught us to think of others,
Refusing to be selfish and greedy, egotistic…
Because He taught us all about being brothers,
And, the humility He teaches is quite simplistic.
Love fully, with an open heart, unguarded by walls.
Listen to the gospel which reminds us to walk in grace.
Believe fully that Jesus comes when His child calls.
Know that this love He gives is a love no doubt can erase!
When I leave this world and meet the One who saves,
I pray that I can honestly say, my life was never ordinary,
Because He made us servants for Christ, never slaves…
With Him inside, there’s more love than necessary.
His love, His light, His gift of eternal life…
That is enough to cause me to be wise,
To give my heart and soul despite the strife.
Because, I know - one day, my soul will arise!
While rummaging thru papers to shred...
Earlier this November fourth
two thousand and nineteen
your truly long in the tooth
(er...in dentured) wordsmith
rifled thru miscellaneous papers to shred
unwittingly chancing upon
report cards enlightening me,
academic, emotional, social...
characteristics, née significant
figurative "red flags,"
(no not signifying me being blacklisted
re: guarding Communism taking root)
rather teacher's comments
signaled moderate behavioral crisis,
where bass and treble clef acronyms
“Good Boys Do Fine Always”
"every good boy does fine"
respectively analogously noteworthy
(namesake Matthew Scott Harris)
because a lad (in) attendance at:
following primary grade schools:
Audubon Elementary, Eagleville,
and Henry Kline Boyer)
exhibited crushing arduousness
nsync with chronically
profound inability to
acclimate, integrate, participate...
spelling academic difficulty,
alienation, isolation, resignation...
said pronounced mental, physical,
and social perturbations
compounded manifold when promoted
regardless abysmal failing marks
most likely congenital,
vital intervention absent
absolute zero doubt
developmental delay debuted,
since youngest daughter
twenty one February 4th, 2020
diagnosed soon after birth
within autistic spectrum
intervention luckily bridged
yawning, looming, gaping... cleft
less apparent to non family,
she functions admirably
employed at World Market
while enrolled at Bend, Oregon
Community College
relieved healthy maturation
courtesy ability appropriate
custom tailored, (not necessarily swiftly,
nor styled harriedly)
confidence building academic assignments
need based (cost free) tutoring
wrap around at our home,
based speech pathology,
Montgomery County Hospital,
acquiring driver's license,
progressing positively (think)
chronological milestones achieved
mostly on target
boosting self esteem, worthiness
validating benefits, viz palliative care
side stepping severe suicidal
tendency unlike her papa
who permanently stunted his growth.
Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker.
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver.
Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche.
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day.
So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace.
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace.
Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke.
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke.
Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed.
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed.
Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence.
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence.
Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus.
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose.
Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below.
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow.
Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'.
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette.
Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth.
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot.
Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance.
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance.
Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake.
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake.
Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act.
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact.
Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam.
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam.
Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity.
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity.
Exponential theory, base of schematics.
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics.
Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity.
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy.
Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase.
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!
Once,
About ten minutes ago in the year
2006 or
2549, depending upon which avatar or
Messiah is consulted, I
Tumbled out of my bed to the
Untranslatable
Predawn
Cackle of
Frantic voices
Descending.
So, with urgency
Rarely experienced since the
Evacuation of my spirit
From the Land of
Possession Addiction, I was called to summon previously
Unknown prowess
Chancing traffic choked streets
Of Nakhorn (used to mean “New City” 700 years ago but not sure now)
Chiang Mai.
So there I was
Aboard my mostly pint-sized for a European descendent Kawasaki 112,
Red-blooded American head
Protruding
turret-like out of an
Undersized helmet that,
If nothing else,
Officially pronounced me foreign
Blazing a jutted path around
Decrepit trishaws,
Ubiquitously red baht busses and,
Not the least, a motorcycle with a sidecar bandaged to its
Aching side just in time to witness a
Spit-shined just out of the wrapper BMW
Brusque aside a
Sardine packed dump truck
Loaded,
Not with dirt, but five dollar a day
Laborers.
All this and more
Just moments before
Mounting the silted Ping and
Stampeding city gates, I glimpsed
Censored Snippets of TV reports blurting something unintelligible like
“Bangkok coup”,
“Corruption”,
“A King”
And
Somewhere,
Quite uncensored, of a not so pleased
Laozi,
Lotus splayed in
Meditation
Kneading the Eastern soil one
Daoist grain at a time,
Before ancient city walls
Rose up,
Monolithic in my path.
And then the recall that
Centuries before,
Burmese raiders
Resplendent in warrior garb
Plundered the palace and soul
Of the kingdom Thai before stealthily
Creeping back to their lairs,
Buddha-fat with riches.
That leaves the Siamese of 1935
And me, to wonder
Where is freedom
When we travel so far
Pell mell and
Peril, only to discover
In a fleeting brief moment the road to
Iniquity marked, rather
Erroneously, with the signpost to
Promises?
Atmosphere peers in as witnessed guide
Playing silent the light a curse of the eye
Distant drum beats,
blood keeping time as the encampment
machines turn
Seer flips an hourglass
measuring the polarity and equity of the fall
Deserters, heads filling the holes increments
of inclement, cement ed dissent of traitorous mole,
ducking tale, tucking trail
motions of churn, taken the asundered call
Into the pit of dry foaming foment
to take the moments from one and all
The sconses lick hungrily at an invisible crevace
beyond the wall
As if to escape the dire situation
Dancing shadows mocking with the flame
Threats to soot on, even urning to you
hieroglyphic mummified remains of the blame
An operative to take the walls
as an agent of willed imagery,
with intent effigy chasing
Voodoo, if self placing, if only in symbology
it signs its name,
yours it seeks erasing
Sways like an imbecile to the drums
that roll on chTantric Seasoning
Chancing luck, diced to taste, the only salvation
Old Men milk the ink and the pages complain
of the hurried-station, airy, brash, the callous flap
But still there to give their credence credulity
and their backs
Thick the cool salve over the eye
Nor reap the fruit of the Harvester
Be not a Mothers bag pulled dry
While the challenge is chalice ready, epic, nigh
The Standard bears the last stand
with royal severity, the last strand of the integrity
Walk the great halls, echo
that Nativity
That takes the line with Authority
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I C E : Ode to Self
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
I n s I g h t checks wisdom, no cerebral chancing
silence answers chaos, no questions
faith penetratingly poetic deep
silver edged sheath transmuting bleeps
action cannot dreamscape when carriaged
C o u R a g e is coloured cloak comely
mission determines doubtless devic discipline
human evolution her equanimous earthy core
smoothly dictates exalted memory raw
as fear appears, a whispering whimpering head
she chooses Laurel-Hardy jovial jokes instead
body-mind will momentarily magically move
illusive graped grace to forth face, zero haste
she grooves all goals with hidden ace
defining own pinky pace, trusting Trinity true
gives mental and psychic lucidity a hue
E equals E n d u R a n c e, persevering stormy hardships severe ever near, trials for miles
trancing transforms grovelling groundless guile
otherworldly veneer belies frothy fortitude
rhombus robust rectitude, steady steely solitude
Sun, opposite pole Lover adoringly advises
she embraces its Fire over chastising eyes
melting hade Himalayan I C E to glide
embalmed, charmed warmed waters calmed
Third Rails
by Odin Roark
One’s temptable 20's say “flirt with it.”
40's say “not on my watch.”
60's say “made it across the tracks.”
Home free’s reality.
Off the full-retiree goes.
Golf course by day.
Country club by night.
Home free for some.
Off the semi-retiree goes.
Part time work at home by day.
TV at night for armchair ventures.
Most arrive there.
Some realize more choice.
Third rail respect
sees no difference
from 20 to 60 years and beyond.
Accepts ubiquitous warnings.
Never flirts.
Never assumes immunity.
Never considers chancing too far.
Third rail addiction
knows not retirement,
remaining ready to wander through unlocked doors,
strolls through parks at night,
views chance-taking as senility-deterrent.
Most forget…
Consciousness can wane,
and like a a subway schedule,
mobility coming along less often after sundown,
often with fewer start and stop choices.
Still
With anxious rush hours easily avoided
more leisure movement thrives,
car to car,
platform to platform,
late nights,
early mornings,
yesterday’s have-tos left to others.
For a choice few…
A venturesome life learned early
remains an option,
an awareness,
a forever reminder
that forward motion never advances by itself.
Those same few…
Understand Time's playful third rail,
the click and clack,
of sparks and fire for mischievous die-hards.
“What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Treasured moments, spent shopping with Mama,
Buying school clothes, notebooks, pens - such drama,
All the little things that invite autumn dreams I conceive,
Little things – vibrant leaves and shadows of make believe,
Remembering the times I wore my heart on my sleeve.
Embracing friendships, going to school is a child’s gripe,
Season of pleasantness, songs so gentle, autumn’s ripe
Southern grace, falling quiet across the country, entrancing
Breathing hope into the silence, while winds play – dancing
Inviting my soul to waltz – swirling, swaying, chancing.
Hesitant words fall like pebbles, a gravely mix of knowing
Delicious harvest – apples, grapes, all the wonderful flowing,
Exhilarating as the chestnuts baking, the cider warming,
Pumpkin spice, cinnamon delights, falling leaves, transforming,
rustling in the brisk breeze, abiding, life storming,
Beneath the music of mellow heartbeats, conforming.
While the summer reaches quietly – it’s all in God’s hands
Flinging beach trips and breathless colors of pastel sands,
Autumn bleeds her gentling through my spirit, anew,
Singing of a lingering honesty, the feelings so alive, so true,
Whispering – it’s finally time, back to school…. How summer flew!