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it was unnecessary and unkind.
all you did was cut me off
from conversing with the very community
of which you speak, of which I am a part.
if you want the whole place to yourself,
you’ll have to use your words—
I don’t do any better with hints than you.
that’s why I left, your inability to read
the room or allow a breath
inside of it other than yours—
you still haven't figured that out.
this is the same thing, claiming
the castle for your chaos.
and maybe it works—
people love your decorative moat.
but I’ve seen the drawbridge chain
tucked under your smile.
and I’ve heard the nonstop
dry-begging clatter of compliments
you locked behind doors.
what did it accomplish other than
isolating me from others?
you were never getting smoke
from this dragon in any form
other than verse—
isn't that what real poets do?
our version of breaking down the door
instead of breaking down?
you don’t have to answer to me.
I’m not knocking.
I’m drafting ambiguous blueprints
trying to build a new foundation
in this uncomfortable place.
consider using an umbrella at night
from now on. save that porcelain
hide from being moonstruck
when the post-truth recoil happens.
Where does poetry begin?
I know it comes from the heart--
but where is that initial start,
that elusive center,
the dwelling of the Muse
where words into expression
first think
before
depart:
Some say
it is an unconscious center,
simply science
no thoughtful Muse; where
kinds proliferate their cells
no magic
no mystical spells
by what means
thrive the chemicals
no one tells
(such academic nonsense
still really sells)
while others say
a spiritual center
where a Gatekeeper plays
till the verse swells
and bursts from out
this creative part
all God’s blessings
and all the Devil’s
hells--
while I just
dutifully write--
my replying to
both dark
and Light….
Little boy scales the snowbank
in Spider-Man boots
stomping snow,
relentlessly
a focused performance
superboy tantrum, gushing discontent
flattening worlds imagined
crushing lands gripped by villains
His mother, nearby, gleams
like heat under a stove pot
a wary gatekeeper,
extending love unmatched
to watch the giddy rush of boy
to dream a soulful future
to wonder on the needs of self
to view a son's awakening
in the freedom of spaces
Little boy
unfinished work
putting his stamp on joy
as bits of snow fly like a tale unfolding
As a mother watches the elastic bounce of youth,
till the real world runs away with him.
Poem composed: January 23, 2021
Sue wrote a song, thought she had a hit
I could relate to its meaning and wit
It came from her heart but stayed unknown
A lovely tune that sank like a stone
Jeff wrote a memoir of true crime
Couldn't get anyone to read a line
He pitched it to Hollywood but stayed unknown
His urgent story sank like a stone.
He tried ads, even tried a book signing
I understood his frustration but got tired of his whining
I told him that many try, few make the big time
It's a dog-eat-dog world and turns on a dime.
(chorus)
You overcome hurdles but it gets steeper and steeper
Then you're turned back by a gatekeeper.
You stand in the square with a megaphone—
The crowds split around you like a stream round a stone.
Millie had a personality like a witch
she wrote a rap song about killing the rich.
It was a hit, yuppies loved the rebel tone
Sue and Jeff's hearts sank like a stone.
Millie was the star, Millie was the rage
a commentary on our tasteless age
She rose like a comet, come and gone
Self-destructed, and sank like a stone
So have a day job, where you can climb
Don't sleep on a friend's couch, don't waste our time
Know with the crowds, you are still alone
And be prepared to sink like a stone.
And don't stream your meltdown from your phone.
Sheila, Lilac Princess of the Owl kingdom took another look behind
Hegmond had his wingspan out, but the scroll was still intact and shined.
The crisp moonlight gave tiny glimpses of snowflakes on the path.
Helga Hegmond’s mate stood guard in the tree of the common wrath.
Keep going her heart wings said; her soul was helping her in her escape.
She felt invincible in her mother’s gloves, gown, and loving lilac cape.
You have come so far; you are almost there the spirit angels told her sound.
She heard a noise, felt it must be him, but dared not turn around.
Fleet of foot, she began to run down the path to the gatekeeper’s lair.
Helga stayed back to fly into her abuser’s face but Hegmond was there.
Her heart beat widely in her chest. She thought she would burst in norse.
The gatekeeper ushered her in and stared, knowing her mother of course.
You are safe here my child he told her. You may relax. No one can get you.
Curled up on a lounging couch and fell fast asleep. Her feelings no longer blue.
Helga and Hegmond threw invisible pixie dust around the gatekeeper’s lair.
John Smith, her abuser no longer remembered her, no longer aware.
The
human sperm cell is haploid, so that its 23 chromosomes can join the 23 chromosomes of the female egg to form a diploid cell with 46 paired chromosomes.
he bulk of our mind's contents is found in the unconscious.uns
The Gatekeeper of unconscious and of the conscious mind is the Subconscious,
Preconscious, the murky
the unconscious the mind undercover, the conscious the deliberate, the discovery of each is once again the big bang.
The sperm meets the egg and The bang of a life is created.
The life within the vessel survives on the murky, the clear amniotic fluid feeds the life, unconsciously feeding the unseen thoughts of the vessel, the delivery is where the conscious mind is slightly awaken, some our brought in pleasing serene environments, others are awaken by a slap in the buttocks with a violent twirl to cold hands, the conscious mind knocks out, the unconscious resides for safe keeping. The big bang ride begins
A dark road crash, a near death changed my fate
And as my life was ending, I found my faith
Found my faith
My life a failure, asked the Divine why?
Oh, always the dreamer, seeking a blue sky
Seeking a blue sky
Now, perhaps a shadow, a ghost with a veil
Walking with death, to heaven sail
To heaven sail
Oh, it's never too late,
Oh, is there a second chance God?
I am not ready to leave my soul
To leave my soul
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
What is my destination? (oh, let it be up)
Let me write my name, in the sand, perhaps
In the sand perhaps
Here comes Saint Peter the gatekeeper, I must awake
He will deliver my fate, oh there can be no mistake
Oh there can be no mistake
God it's not too late
Oh, my faith is my fate
In this limbo, I wait
In this limbo, I wait
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
Moaning like a black cat
Oh yeah
Oh
Yeah
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
The sunshine has faded, and I just stargaze
My strength is leaving, I am scared and alone
Yet, I feel the Divine, shining his golden ray
Deep inside me I weep, "like a black cat moan"
Oh, I wait, like a black cat sigh
Then, I feel the Divine shine his rays on me
And the gate of heaven opens wide
My brain is pounding
My head is aching
Thoughts exploding
Pulse beating
Heart racing
Anger steering
Jesus are you hearing.
Tears are flowing
Pain growing
No one's listening
Fear calling
Death knocking
Salvation are you waiting.
Satan's laughing
No one's watching
War approaching
Hatered escalating
Jesus are you whispering.
I am listening
Faith deteriorating
Eyes wondering
Soul depleting
Jesus are you descending.
I am anticipating
Nothing changing
Bitterness consuming
Love dying
Greed and lust rising
Children suffering
Jesus are you crying.
Parties assembling
Crowds observing
Respect disappearing
Judge concluding
Jesus are you surrendering.
Why aern't you fighting
Covenants broken
Separation dividing
Nation disbelieving
People dying
Jesus are you observing.
I have been sighing
My hearts hurting
I am praying
Have you been listening
Why aernt you helping.
I have been calling
Enemies gathering
Vows changing
Spirit empty
Feet weary
Heart faint
Jesus why aernt you comforting.
Broken words
Tearful voice
Gatekeeper stirring
Darkness approaching
Disbelief setting in
Emotion got her hands on me.
Jesus send mercy to deliver me
Pride got a hold on me
Self is controlling me
Lord forgive me
I believe Satan's after me
Jesus you got to save me.
These thoughts are torturing me
Self depart from me
Hell is not my home
Satan is not my friend
Jesus come sit with me.
I am in need
Sin nibbles at my bones
Shame tries to control me
Jesus come take a walk with me
Guide me, embrace me.
Abba release me
Let not my soul wither on this wasteful land
Use me
Take my feet unto greener pastures
Teach my spirit to serve thee
Jesus do not desert me.
Mould me, advise me
Teach me how to start afresh
Make me whole again
Let peace consume me
Jesus put my pass behind me.
The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
JN 10:1-18
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber.
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice.
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers."
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate.
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them.
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold.
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd.
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own.
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward
The sun withdraws gently, a charmingly shy figure,
Upon the eyelashes of the expanse, a longing rests.
The clouds, abandoned poets with dreams dry on their temples,
Fall, like leaves of the sky, on the cheeks of turned silence.
The muted wind, trickles into views of twilight,
A silent spectator to the day's caprices that extend grimly.
And the rain, locked slowly in sluggish silver chains,
Remains a prisoner of the nights, in a hidden stable without a word.
The dream deserved lifts me over time, over ancestral portals,
My journey begins beneath archways of celestial stories,
The wings given to me, I believe, are as white as the first snow,
And it suits me so well, to tread on the tracks of the earth that breathes in the morning.
Among the droplets of sun trickling down, sky's demiurges dance,
In flight through the ether, where life and death, drawing, caress, embrace.
The world's book wide open, with letters parted into words and signs,
Stands like a fountain of meanings, all noble, all proud.
With that essence of being that screams and calls for me,
To forget life, for it has all been like a vagrant ray,
Dawn emerges from the dense night, weaving treasures of whispers,
Misunderstandings lost in words, of a mystery too often dreamed.
From sleep I awake, in the folds of a new day I wrap,
My temples clenched by mysteries, by thoughts and by clouds.
The sun pours the last ray on the ashening page abandoned,
In the faded light, iron beats on hearts, on words, and on unwritten myths.
And the grass lets its dew dry, from the skin of the rich nights,
The pages of life become cobwebbed with memories warmed in gold and silver.
Madness, the beautiful gatekeeper of stone dreams that lurk,
Watches as the rain of the world, in leaden shackles, awaits its sentence to overturn.