Long End over end Poems
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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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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